Hi guys! This is just a little something (emphasis on little) that I wrote at like... 12:30 last night/this morning after watching the episode. I've never written Joan or Arthur before so I'd love to hear what you think. Did I do them justice? Of course I don't own the show. Special thanks to PoeticallyIncorrect1 for helping me reformat. :)

It was late, the clock on the nightstand read 2:00 am, but Arthur Campbell was still awake. This was his favorite time of night. By nature, his wife was a night owl, but work had taken its toll and she now went to sleep early whenever she could out of necessity; and the events of the day definitely made tonight's early turn in a necessity.

As it was, Arthur watched as Joan slept peacefully on the pillow beside him. It was such a rare occurrence for her to be still long enough for him to simply observe her. In the constant whirlwind that was their life, he savored every calm moment. He watched as her chest rose and fell rhythmically and she shifted toward him in her sleep, hair falling loose across her face. Arthur sighed, she was beautiful.

"I can feel you staring," his wife groaned, voice rough with sleep and muffled by her pillow.

Arthur smiled, "Not staring, admiring," he replied.

Opening her eyes, Joan brushed the hair out of her face and grimaced, "I'm too tired for sex, Arthur."

Her husband snorted, "You know damn well that wasn't what I was thinking," he replied, mock affronted.

Joan's lips turned up in a small smile before she closed her eyes again. "I know," she whispered.

Putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, Arthur whispered in her ear, "I love you, Joanie."

"I know that too," Joan murmured, settling her head on his shoulder and drifting back to sleep.