Fatigued
Sometime during mid-season six.
Angela could barely keep her eyes open; she was so fatigued.
The sounds of Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr from the television drifted in the background, barely reaching her ears, even though Angela had insisted on watching An Affair to Remember. Between her rush to finish the peanut butter account, Jonathan's science fair, and Samantha's newest boyfriend, Angela had barely had time to breathe this week.
But with her head resting against Tony's chest, Angela didn't care. He felt so warm and safe. And when his arm came up and causally pulled her closer, Angela's heart swelled. His body had become a protective cocoon around her that no one dared break.
Ever since they'd discussed the possibility of marriage last summer, they'd become closer, both physically and emotionally. And despite how scary it could be sometimes, Angela relished it.
This is exactly where I want to be she thought to herself as she succumbed to her fatigue.
"If you can paint, I can walk," Deborah Kerr's voice drifted into Angela's ear as she woke. "Anything can happen, don't you think?"
Yes, Angela said to herself, nestled in Tony's arms, still not opening her eyes. Anything can happen. Especially as she felt Tony's lips brush the top of her head.