Not the best writing, still hope you like it and I'll try to get it right next time.
Still don't own anything.
"You said 'left'."
"No, I said 'right'."
"No, you said 'left'."
"Ilsa, I know what I said, okay."
"Ethan, I'm sitting next to you, I think I can understand the difference between 'right' and 'left'."
"Maybe you couldn't hear me over the noise you're making us listen on the radio."
That pulled the last straw;
"Stop the car.", she needed to get out, before she punches his perfect face;
He can't do this now, "What?"
"Stop the car, Ethan."
He started to oppose, but the look on her face advised him to the contrary;
He slowly pulled the car on the side of the road. As soon as it stopped, she got out, he remained in his seat and dropped his head on the wheel.
A few minutes passed before he got out. As he looked over at her all the frustration, anger of the past five hours vanished.
The afternoon sun was dazzling her face up, the wind gently blowing her hair back and forth, just like out of the movies.
As he stood there he realised that she also, like him, was trying to make the biggest risk of their lives work.
He did the only thing that he wanted to do, gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, half way expecting to be elbowed, but when she immediately leaned into him, the tension between them melted away.
"I didn't think it was going to be this hard.", she spoke softly;
"This is not even the hardest part.", he pointed out.
"I know, and I also know that I have never argued with anyone for five hours straight in my life."
He chuckled at her statement, "Neither have I."
"I'm just not used to...",
"Not holding the wheel.", he finished for her with a smile.
She smiled back at him, "Yes."
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and felt her let out a sigh, "How about neither of us hold the wheel?"
She looked back at him with alarm, "Okay, see, this is the hard part. Ethan, I'm not doing anything that will involve me being anywhere but on land."
He laughed out at her genuine but adorable reaction;
"What I meant was, how about we ditch this car and map, get ourselves a couple of bikes and just, pick a road."
Her smiled widened, "Now, that sounds like a plan."
He didn't know whether it was the stress of the day, the picture perfect location or just the sight of her smile, but the words flew out before he could even tell his brain to pull the brake;
"God, I love you."
The smile vaporised in an instant and the only thing between them was silence.