the clouds above opened up and let it out (гет)

Gently, she takes Bob’s hand in hers from where it rests at his side. He melts into the contact, two hands becoming one. She guides their bonded hands to the soft skin just under her belly. His fingers ghost over the raised, white scar cutting across it. His hand is rougher than she had expected, hardened by calluses. A reminder that he’s lived an entire life before he became hers, one that she’s only just begun to uncover.
Or: Yelena, Bob, and scars.