A/N: there is a picture that goes with this story much like The Garden Chair, the link is on my profile.
They sat in a comfortable silence, on the Millers' porch swing, gently rocking back and forth.
It was a warm evening, with cars every now and again driving down the lane, and kids parting from each other and slowly retreating back into their houses.
He felt Eleanor move in her seat besides him, and jumped slightly when her head suddenly made contact with his shoulder; he looked down at her and noticed how she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.
He let go of the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and instantly felt himself relax.
'Tired?'
She lifted her head from his shoulder and turned to face him, she looked him in the eye and answered his question with a small shake of the head and a 'No.' before once again placing her head on his shoulder, and closing her eyes.
All Theodor could think of doing at that moment was to wrap his arm around her shoulder, hugging her body closer to his.
He lifted one leg of the floor and placed it on the swing, his elbow resting on his knee, with his face in his hand as he watched her sleep.
He had never seen her look so beautiful in his life, at that moment she was perfect.
His stomach rumbled then ruining the peace, but he didn't bother to move, he sat there and ignored the feeling of hunger, because Eleanor Miller was the one thing he cared more about than food.
FIN.