You and Atticus have been married for a while now. He had given you his love, affection, and youth years. Now he was starting to age, it was being shown. There was one thing that was a prominent reminder, graying hairs.

He stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. His fingers card through the black hair that was starting to gray. “Goodness” He mumbled with a small chuckle. His gaze was searching at the couple of gray hairs peeking out. “You seein’ this?” He side glanced at you coming towards the bathroom.