1929, New York City (Somethin’ Stupid - Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra)

Its a cold night, rain pouring down heavily. You and knuckles were cuddled up together by the fireplace on the couch, watching the rain. He’d just come back from work at fat sam’s speak easy, and he was tired and looking for affection pretty much. You didn’t mind though, you loved him lots.

He pulled you closer and started playing with your hair. Your heart fluttered as you snuggled closer to his chest.

“You okay, doll?” God, you loved it when he called you that.