As Barbara entered the residential side of town, Ambrose sat uncomfortably straight with his hands spread on his knees. He muttered repeatedly, “Almost there.”
Barbara gave him a sympathetic glance.
I wish I could fully reassure him. I wish I could make him believe that I am not Rebecca. But I really don’t know if there’s anything I can say to knock him out of his panic attack.
She focused on the road ahead of her. “I can only do what I can.” She laid her hand on top of his hand.
The physical contact made him startle.
Barbara smiled at him and sang the first song that came to mind: “Popular” from the musical Wicked.
He looked at her incredulously, which was all the encouragement she needed. She sang it full throttle with a superfluous amount of energy.
His incredulousness melted away as soon as she belted out the “la la la la” of the chorus. He beamed, which only encouraged her all the more.
By the time they reached her driveway, Ambrose was singing along. He kept getting the words wrong in a horrible lyrical jumble that made very little sense. But neither he nor she cared.
“Just not quite as popular as meeeeeeee!” They both held that last note for as long as they could before bursting into laughter.
“Oh, I love you.” He held her face in between his hands and kissed her. “I love you oh so much. Barbara. My wonderful Barbara.”
“My Ambrose.” She kissed him back. “I love seeing you laugh. It’s one of the best things in life.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yes. That, and seeing you in a tuxedo.” She nodded. “Definitely one of the best things in life.”
He kissed her again. “You wonderful creature.”
His voice was a warm murmur that set her skin aflame. “Umm. I hope you weren’t planning to stay in the car all night.”
He released her.
“I love this car, but it wasn’t really designed for sleeping. Or.” If she had XQ powers, she would have burst into flames. “Umm. Anything like that.”
“Anything like that, huh?”
She nodded. “So, we should definitely go inside. Right now.”
He looked at her with open wonder. “You want me?”
She wordlessly nodded.
“My Barbara. Do you really want me?”
“If I didn’t, I never would have said ‘I do’.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She came around to his side and opened his door.
He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and half tumbled out the door. “Barbara.”
She took his hand. “Don’t doubt me. I love you, Ambrose. I do.”