She's preparing for bed, pulling down the covers and getting rid of the extra pillows when she accidentally swats him with one. He topples over.
She bites back her laughter. "Sorry, mahal."
Her husband slowly gets to his feet, a pillow in his hand and a devilish grin on his face that promises retribution.
She grabs another pillow and holds it up as a shield as she slowly backs away. "RJ, no."
"Or what?" he taunts.
She smiles sweetly at him, swats him over the head and makes a run for it.
He gives her a 10-second head start.
