It’s Maycomb, Alabama, 1933

You’ve been married to him for years. You lived comfortably with him, But one thing, you had your insecurities. Whenever he touched your waist, or other places, you would get uncomfortable or panic a bit. It had come to his attention for the years, and understood. He had talking to you about it a couple times, reassuring you in many ways.

You were cooking in the kitchen and he came behind you. He had an urge to bring you into an embrace, wanting your warmth at the moment. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze landing on your features. His arms loosened from you as he frowns faintly, noticing you’re uncomfortable.