I started the van.
"Vegas, here we come! You okay back there Rachel?"
She didn't answer. She just looked up at me from the air mattress she was lying on. She was pale.
"Oh, you're probably just excited. If you're not feeling better in a little bit, we'll stop and get something for you."
With that, I stepped on the accelerator of my 1986 blue, rusty dodge van and headed for the interstate. After I drove for an hour, I glanced back. Rachel was sleeping. Good. A nap may be just what she needs. I turned down the Metallica CD I was listening to, so it wouldn't disturb her. I am lucky to have Rachel. I know she is out of my league, with me being 49, 6'5", 245 lbs and stocky. I resemble a grizzly bear more than a man. She is a 21 year old, blonde hair, blue eyed vixen. There are a plethora of adjectives I could use to describe her; beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, etc. To top it off, she is very intelligent and I never graduated high school. I picked her up at a bar near her college campus in Lexington, Kentucky. We are now heading to Vegas to get married. I really am the luckiest guy on earth.
Another hour passed and the old van needed a fill up. I pulled off the freeway and into the next nearest gas station. I looked back and Rachel was still sleeping. I carefully slipped into the back and put a small blanket over her. She looked so peaceful. I got out and filled the tank. After $50 in gas, I headed inside. I grabbed some Pepto-Bismol and ginger ale for her and beer and chips for me. When I took off, I saw the gas station clerk run out of the store. I glanced at my stuff, noticed nothing was missing, and kept going.
Four hours passed and it was getting late. I pulled in first at a fast food place and then parked in an empty store parking lot. I got into the back with Rachel. I went to kiss her, but she turned her head. I got her cheek. With her stomach feeling upset, she wasn't feeling romantic. I opened the Pepto-Bismol and gave it to her.
"I got you a grilled chicken sandwich. I figured the less grease the better for you."
She didn't take it. She just shook her head no.
"Well that's alright. I'll save it for you for later. I want you to drink the ginger ale when you feel your stomach can handle it. Should help you feel better."
After dinner, I laid down next to her, holding her tightly. A constant reminder I was there for her. She fell asleep. She looked like an angel.
"I love you." I whispered.
She mumbled.
I woke up around six to the sound of a semi truck heading around the back of the store. The sun was just beginning to show itself in the east and there was a light fog. I kissed Rachel lightly, as I did not want her to wake up yet. I slipped in the front seat and saw a few cars had joined us in the lot. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, started the van, and headed down the road again. Around 8:30, I heard some rustling in the back. Rachel was getting up.
