“I’m going to kill your oversized potato head.” His wife gritted through her teeth as she did her breathing exercises in the backseat of their car.
Normally, he’d have a comeback, but seeing as how she was currently in labor and God knows how much pain, he thought it wise not to anger the love of his life.
Instead he opted to say calmly, “The traffic is insane right now sweetheart.”
“LISTEN TO ME YOU NACHO FACE.”
He was starting to see a pattern here with the nicknames.
“You make this damn car sprout wings or else I’ll-” Her gritted scream cut off what he was sure was the latest creative death her pain-raddled mind had devised for him.
His eye caught sudden movement, and with a burst of quick reflexes that would make Vin Diesel proud, he swerved the car smoothly into the moving left lane, effectively cutting off the driver that was now behind him.
Sorry buddy, no hard feelings, but I’m more scared of my wife than you right now. He thought as the driver in question blared his honk furiously and yelled a string of expletives out his window.
He revved his engine in response. “Alright sweetheart, you wanted wings. I’m going to give you wings.”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Word Count – 210.
Credit for the beautiful featured photo goes to Bench Accounting.