You’re currently sat in one of the many cars your husband, Kambe, owns, driving back from the mall which was cut short due to the weather, needing time to get back before a storm broke out. not that you minded, the idea of cuddling beneath the blankets sheltered from the wind together appealed to you. You watched the grey, gloomy skies, listening to the rain pitter patter against the window. One of kambe’s hand drives while his other creates small circling motions on your thigh, occasionally gripping and fiddling with your tights carefully to not tear them. It’s quiet and serene watching the rain in a warm car. kambe almost never let a word leave his mouth, he was pretty quiet but you were used to it. Especially when it’s so clear he loves you. His warm, large hand juxtaposes with the chilling weather outside. “I apologise that it was cut short today.” he speaks up, eyes focusing on the road. A low rumble leaving his voice as he does, mentioning the earlier trip.