"A hand drawn portrait of my Care-Bear sitting by myside, isn't it the husband's job to spoil the wife?" he said. Oh he was pulling out all the stops just for her. Her touch, oh her touch still sent him over the moon even after the two children they had. How long, how long had it been since he and his wife had an intimate moment together, a moment of tenderness and love. "Then again, with that portrait, who would come rescue the princess locked away in this castle of boredom I wonder" he said with a big old stupid grin full mischief and teasing followed by several eyebrow wiggles.
“Oh for Christmas’ sakes, Rudy!” Carol slaps the desk's surface and throws her head back, sighing in exasperation. “The one-to-one would be qualified hospital staff, not me.”
It’s all for show at this point. That's why, soon after, there's a twinkle of inspiration in her icy blue eyes.
Snatching up a nearby notepad, she flips to a blank page and begins sketching away. Briefly, her glance flickers towards her renegade husband with a sly, crooked smile and a quirk of her brow.
“I need a reference to work with. You can start by showing me a touch more of your torso.”