Sumo Suit Therapy

Cal watched as Ria slammed the door on Eli. Another day where she was mad at him for some reason or another. But before Cal could nab Eli to talk with him, Gillian pulled Eli into her office by his shirt. The door shut and Cal walked back into his office and sat down. Later that afternoon, Gillian waltzed into his office and announced that she would be closing the doors to the Lightman Center earlier than usual. Emily, who sat in the chair across from her dad, stared up at Gillian. "What?"

"Cal, I think Eli and Ria are in need of some serious therapy sessions. So I called up a sumo-suit place and those two are going to get their therapy." Cal and Emily followed Gillian to Ria's office, where Eli stood, crossing his arms over his stomach.

"She punched me." Gillian knocked on the door.

"It's Gillian. Ria, open this door right now." She turned to Eli. "When she opens the door, grab her."

"I don't want to," came Ria's muffled reply.

"Ria." The door swung open, and Eli dove for his wife's slender waist. Picking her up, he carried her out to the lobby.

"Ria, seriously. Lay off the chocolate." She kicked and narrowly missed the glass wall. Cal looked over at Gillian.

"You have got to be out of your mind, Gillian." An hour later, Ria pouted all the way into the sumo suit. Eli sucked up every minute of this. It wasn't every day that you got to hit something with a pole with a punching bag at either end. Ria took the first swing and clipped Eli in the shoulder. After a while, Ria got fed up with the pole she could barely maneuver and she charged at Eli, knocking him onto the ground. But he reached out and grabbed her ankles, tripping her.

"See, Cal? They're getting out their frustrations. You should try it sometime." By now, Emily was watching as Ria yelled and rolled up off the ground and tackled Eli. It was mayhem in there. And Gillian barely looked when Eli ran into Ria at full speed, or as fast as he could go in the sumo suit.

"Yeah, you're crazy." They looked back in time to see both Ria and Eli rolling around on the floor, Ria screaming at him.

"YOU'RE GONNA PAY, ELI LOKER!" They both staggered to their feet and Ria hurtled at him. Eli shimmied out of the way and stuck his tongue out at her.

"MAKE ME!" They both started to run at each other. Well, it was more of a hobble than a run. But they collided and flew in opposite directions. By the time the so called "therapy" was over, Ria felt relieved. That night, when she returned home, she found a note stuck to her stack of papers left on the kitchen table from that morning.

I'm sorry for being a horrible husband.

Ria plucked the note off her papers and walked to the bedroom, where Eli was in bed already. She sat down beside him and and poked him in the side. "Eli." He opened one eye.

"Hey, Ri."

"This isn't true." She waved the note around.

"I feel like I haven't been the best to you." He looked towards the door.

"Shut up, Eli. You've been an amazing husband." A smile graced his lips. "Maybe a slightly crazy, moronic one at times, but I think you're amazing...and I would never think you were a horrible husband. Never." He closed his eyes and smiled once more before faking sleep. Ria got ready for bed and then slid under the covers. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear.

"You think I'm crazy?"

A/N: I really don't want to do one more chapter, but I kind of ended this chapter on an interesting sentence. You can take it many ways. Hopefully, something under the PG rating.