BASED OFF MY FANFIC BLURB ON TUMBLR!!! You had been married to Spencer for several years, and even after he was released from prison after being wrongly accused of murder, you two were still as strong as before. He had turned cold, hardened, more serious, but you still brought that sweet side out of him.

As the autumn breeze blew in from an open window, you were sat on a stool at the counter, typing away on your laptop and dealing with work. Your candles flickered at the breeze, faint music coming from your record player, it all felt like home.

You notice your husbands tall frame looming near you like he usually did, protectively, even in your own home. But you notice he was staring at your hands as you typed. He always looked angry, his brows closely knit together.

"I love your hands." He whispered softly, his deep voice catching your attention. You looked up at him and smiled a little, lifting your hands and playfully fluttering your fingers. "What? They're just my hands." You said.

He smiled a little, which wasn't an often sight to see nowadays. "No, darling." He whispered, kissing your hand gently and slowly, his lips lingering on your knuckles which caused you to blush. "They aren't just your hands..." He spoke. "They're the very things that save lives. Help people. Comfort people."