'Patrick!' Shelagh Turner sighed heavily as they once again veered into the middle of the road. They'd only left their wedding reception half an hour before and they had almost crashed three times already.
'I'm not going to apologise for loving my new wife.'
'Okay, I accept that you won't apologize but just please do not kill us. We've only been married 4 hours I'd quite like to have a little longer with you before I meet the Lord so please keep your eyes on the road.' She begged, a smile fighting through her stern facade as she took in his words. She was a wife. She was HIS wife.
'I'm sorry but I just cannot believe that you are really my wife.' He took her hand in his and squeezed it. 'Shelagh you are so beautiful, so wonderful, and I don't deserve you no matter how much you protest against that fact. If I cannot take my eyes off of you then it is only from fear that if I do that I may awaken from this dream.'
'Romantic but still dangerous. Darling we are on our way to our honeymoon! There will be plenty of time for you to look at me and realise that this is real life. In fact the sooner you get us there, BY NOT CRASHING THE CAR, the sooner you can see a lot more of me than ever.'
'Shelagh.' He groaned playfully. 'How on earth am I supposed to concentrate in the road now? You're a minx you know that? I had no idea I was marrying such a woman.'
'You're not having second thoughts are you?'
'Never. I am completely certain that marrying you was the best decision I have ever made.'
'Good.' They settled back into silence for several minutes, Patrick managing to concentrate on the road for almost 15 seconds at a time before giving in and glancing at his bride.
'Shelagh?'
'Yes Patrick.'
'You drive me crazy with love.' A reluctantly amused groan was her reply.
'What have I got myself into?'