Don walked into the living room where Ava was folding the last of their laundry. He handed her a glass of water and sat on the end of the couch. He stared silently out the window as she dumped the last few items out of the basket onto the couch next to him so he could help. He folded a shirt and added it to the stack in front of him. But when he grabbed another shirt, he playfully tossed it at his wife, making her drop the shirt she was folding. He smirked when she tossed it back at him.
Ava grabbed for the remaining shirt on the couch as Don folded his. She flung it off one finger, making it splay across his face and chest before landing in his lap. He looked up at her with a grin fast enough to see the glint in her eye. Then she was gone. She took off across the living room and he was up on his feet and fast behind her.
They laughed as they sped down the hall, coming to a stop in their bedroom. They were on either side of the bed, grinning as they stared each other down. Don leapt up on the bed, trying to jump over to catch her, but she quickly ran around to the other side as he stumbled back.
When Ava started tickling his feet where they were hanging off the bed, he slid forward and hooked his legs around her waist, trapping her. She laughed as she fell against his body on the bed and pushed herself up a little to kiss him.
Don released his grasp with his legs and wrapped his arms tightly around her as her body melted into his. After a minute, they broke apart and Ava slid to his side, still wrapped in his arms. They closed their eyes as a warm breeze blew through the open window. They could deal with the laundry later.