Here is to love
Barbara Novak-Block, wife of Catcher Block, yawned and fell backwards on hers and Catcher's four poster bed, it was king sized. They had just returned from being on the Ed Sullivan show, where they had promoted their book, they had co-authored 'up with love'
Catcher chuckled at the sight of his wife sprawled out across their bed in the most un-lady like fashion. He knew she was exhausted, especially after their performance on the Ed Sullivan show. She had been wonderful. His lovely wife was so incredibly talented, he marvelled with pride.
He watched her as she just lay there with her eyes closed, appearing all delicate and vulnerable and as if she did not have a care in the world. He knew better. His wife's mind was like a steel trap. Her mind never rested even in sleep. And of course she was anything but delicate and vulnerable. She was fiery, sharp and extremely witty.
His lovely wife had the ability to make a grown man cry or cower, and this was just from the sight of her beautiful bright blue gaze, when the blue eyes in question would flash and blaze in fury, when the woman in question had been suitably provoked.
Catcher knew all to well how unpredictable his wife could be, he had been on the receiving end of the unpredictable nature in question when he had first met her, and had played her for the fool she most certainly wasn't. Unknowing she had been playing him at the same time.
She was his match in every way, just as he was hers. She was his friend and he was hers. They loved to tease and challenge each other, and to see who would crack first when under pressure, which of course was all in fun.
Catcher walked over to the bed and gently reached out a hand towards her and gave her a gentle shake. Her eyes opened instantly. She looked up at him clearly exhausted.
He smiled gently at her and told her. "Barbara love, you need to get changed for bed, you'll be highly uncomfortable in your evening dress if you fall asleep in it."
Barbara moaned around a yawn and reluctantly sat up with his help and headed for the closet and picked a night gown before heading to the bathroom.
She returned fifteen minutes later, after washing off her makeup and cleaning her teeth and replacing her evening dress with her night gown. She looked dead on her feet. He had to lead her by her hands to the bed.
Once he had pulled the covers back he gently pushed her onto the bed before tucking her in. he then grabbed a set of pyjamas for himself and went into the bathroom to take care of his nightly routine.
Once he was finished he returned to the bedroom ten minutes later and quietly slipped into the bed beside his wife, after switching off the bedside lap on his side of the bed. He wrapped her up his arms and smiled slightly when she snuggled closer to him in her sleep. Soon both of them were a sleep.