Yeah, I know I have two other stories going on, but this came into my head and it was just too good to pass up. These are truly short stories (for me), inspired by one of my favorite songs. See if you can figure it out (it won't be hard).
Jack's eyebrows had almost reached his hairline. It wasn't even that she had just backed his new car straight into the post that he had just painstakingly planted to start the new fence for their yard. His eyebrows had only gone halfway up for that. It was more that when she got out of the car the coarse expletive exploded out of her mouth as she saw what she had hit and the extent of the damage. She clapped her hand over her mouth and turned a brilliant red.
Jack couldn't help himself. He started to laugh; a slow, rich, belly laugh that he couldn't stop. The chance that it was right there that she had backed up, the fact that he had just gotten the corner post planted, the very fact that she was standing in front of him looking mortified for cussing and for damaging his car; it all added together into something that just tickled his funny bone. Every time that he thought he had it under control he saw her face, a cross between confusion and embarrassment, and lost it again.
Finally he swept her into his arms and kissed her. "Dearest one, it's alright. We can fix what's broken and repair what's damaged. So long as you are ok, it's fine."
"But Jack-" She said.
"But nothing. It's alright sweetheart. I always said that marrying you would be one heck of a ride. And I hope it will be a long one, even with a little pothole here and there." He looked at the car and laughed again. "Or a fender-bender." He stroked her hair. "It'll be alright sweetheart. We'll look back at this little moment and laugh."