His hand was gentle and soft as he rubbed comforting circles onto your back. In was absentminded, his touches almost natural as you laid your head against his thigh.

His other hand was busy playing with yours, your matching wedding rings adorning your fingers and causing a precious smile to bloom on your face.

The corners of his lips lifted as he looked down at you, his eyes straying from the tv before he spoke, “What’re you thinking ‘bout in that pretty head of yours, hm?”