Alexander was sitting in his office, writing the night away while switching between 2 projects due at the same time the next day. He sighed and let his head fall back as he did. He would have continued until he heard the door open. Eliza walked in, her ponytail slightly messy from sleeping and her night gown a little wrinkly, with a candle in her hand and rubbed her eyes, "Hunny.. whey are you up..?"
Alexander raised his head slowly and turned it to look at his wife who stood in the doorway. He hadn’t realized just how late it was.
"Couldn’t sleep love.. I still have too many things to complete" his voice was soft and he sounded tired. She walked over and gently rests her hand on his shoulder, putting the candle down on his desk, "Alexander, you need sleep.."
Alexander let out an exhale, and leaned into her hand. He knew she was right, but he hated admitting it. "I-I know, I just don't have the time" he said, voice a little strained.
"Well...I could help you. I can write while you talk and tell me what to write?" The pale girl in blue said whilst putting her husband's hair up in a ponytail and kissing his forehead. The suggestion made him smile faintly, it was sweet of her to offer to help. He let her take his hair and tie it up as she did, before leaning into her touch once more.
"Are you sure? I don't want to overwork you" he said softly, looking up to her. He really hadn't realized how tired he is. "I want to do anything to help take some things off your plate."
Alex smiled at her response, he took her hand and gently pulled her over to sit on his lap.
"You.. are truly the best wife" he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and burying his face into her shoulder tiredly. She smiled a bit as she grabbed the quilt and a new blank piece of paper, "Now you just talk and I'll write everything for you. Talk until you fall asleep.."
"Yes dear.." he mumbled, sounding tired. He rested his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes. He let out a sigh and just started talking, going from one subject to the next without a second thought. She followed along, writing everything is down for her beloved and listening to the way he's talking about it. She was careful to pay attention to the mood of the words and the message her husband wanted to send a cross.
He continued to list off ideas and points to be made, the words slowly becoming more muddled as his exhaustion started to catch up to him. His eyes were shut, and his voice sounded more tired, his head still buried against her shoulder. Eventually, his rambling became incoherent, and was nothing more than mumbling. He was half-way asleep on her shoulder, leaning against her and holding on to her like a koala to a tree. He was so close to falling asleep, but the tiredness was causing him to hold on to consciousness for whatever reason. He tried to speak more, but it would just end up in a string of incoherent noises and tired mumbles against her shoulder.
Eliza stopped. She got up and, while using the sleepiness to her advantage, took him to their bedroom and layer him down before getting in next to him. Once he was laid down, he was out like a light. He laid on his side, arms resting around her as she laid with him. He nuzzled his head against her, subconsciously seeking comfort and warmth from her.
He was holding on to her, and soon enough his breaths became slower and more deep. He was fast asleep, and looked so peaceful, unlike the stressed out man he was just a few minutes ago .She bitch smiled softly at him.
He slowly shifted in his sleep, pulling her against his chest and burying his face in her shoulder. He was always clingy when he slept, even more so when he was exhausted like he was. Eliza loved seeing her war-torn, hardened husband act so softly.
