Hard Ball
Something startled her awake.
*thud*
She forced her legs to walk down the hall to their home office. A tiny functioning corner of her brain wished he'd taken up Toby's cigar habit instead.
"Daniel." The doorway frame kept her upright. "Put your balls down and come to bed."
"I need to finish this." He waved at the computer before throwing a rubber ball at the wall.
The urge to shove them down his throat was becoming hard to resist. "I'm PMSing, so unless you--"
He quickly placed the balls in the desk drawer and raised his hands in surrender.