Let’s Get You To Bed
A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. This is my first time writing anything for TKAM so please be gentle with me. 🤍
Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader
Warnings: Bad writing, typos, terrible grammar, etc. slightly suggestive dialogue at the end if you squint really hard.
Word count: 1,125
Summary: Scout wakes up not feeling good and comes for help.
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It was well past midnight when you heard it. The slow creak of a doors hinges followed by the light patter of a child’s feet. It wasn’t until your bleary eyes met her dark tear stained ones that you were fully awake. She stood quietly for a moment, hands clutching at her worn out teddy bear as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
You sat up on the edge of the bed gently, looking back over your shoulder to make sure that your sleeping husband, Atticus, remained asleep. He’d had a rough few days and deserved a good nights sleep.
Running a hand through your hair, your eyes once again connected with hers and you reached for her. Smiling softly when she wasted no time in coming to you, releasing her teddy bear and letting it fall to the floor with a gentle “thud”, she clambered onto your lap. Head resting in the nook between your head and shoulder as you cradled her gently.
“Scout, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your voice hushed in an effort to not wake her sleeping father.
“I don’t feel good…” she paused, hands grasping your nightgown tightly before carrying on, “and, Jem said to go back to bed but I can’t.”
At this you nodded, wiping stray tears that rolled down flushed cheeks, hand molding to her forehead in an effort to check her temperature. A small smile quirking her lips upward as she nuzzled against your palm, enjoying the attention.
“You do have a fever.” You whispered back, placing a kiss where your hand had been, “let’s get you back to bed, hm?”
She nodded, rubbing her eyes tiredly as you carried her back to her room. Little fingers playing mindlessly with the seam on the shoulder of your nightgown. The simplicity of it making you smile for a second before you laid her back down, pulling her covers back up.
“I’ll be right back ok?” You assured, gently combing your fingers through her hair only to have her shake her head from side to side, her hand grabbing at your arm.
“Don’t go.” She pleaded, fingers lacing with yours.
“Scout? Y/N?” Jem’s tired voice echoed quietly from across the room, before he appeared at the foot of the bed.
“Scout, I told you not to make a fuss and go to sleep.” He scolded, eyes narrowed at his younger sister.
“Shut up, Jem.”
“Quiet you two.” Your interjection grabbing both their attentions, “are you feeling ok?”
Your attention now turned to Jem as you shifted to face him. The look on his face as stoic as one his Father would fix someone with. The sight making you want to smile for a second, before looking over him. He too had slightly flushed cheeks, but being in the stage of life that he was, he’d pretend it was nothing.
“Come here.” You motioned, beckoning him toward you with your free hand. Resting your wrist on his forehead you decided he felt a bit warm too, a fact that made you bite down on your lip.
“You go get back into bed too, I’ll be there in a second.”
“But, Y/N -“
“Hush.” You smiled at him, before standing up to make your way to the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth and grabbing some aspirin, you made your way back to their shared room. Shaking your head humorously at the sight of Jem now sitting on the corner of Scout’s bed.
“Here, both of you take these.” Passing out the pills to both outstretched hands, only to be met with Jem telling you there was nothing to take them with.
“Put this on your sisters forehead and I’ll go get some water.” Passing him the washcloth, a grin turned the corner of your lips upward at the sound of them chattering, “what’s this for?”
“She’s trying to bring your fever down.”
“It’s cold!”
“It’s supposed to be! How else would you expect it to work?” Jem’s voice a bit more stern now as he explained.
“Whisper your Dad’s sleeping.” You chuckled, passing them both water to take the pills.
“I told Scout not to wake you or Atticus up but she doesn’t listen.” He stated, fixing a glare at his yawning sister.
“It’s ok.” You assured, placing Scout’s glass on her bedside table, “let’s get you back to bed too.”
Nodding tiredly, he moved across the room to his own bed, surprising you when he let you pull his blankets over him.
“If you guys need anything else…” you paused, tucking the blanket under his chin, “holler and I’ll come help you.”
He nodded tiredly, eyes almost shut as he whispered a nearly silent “thank you, Y/N.”
Your heart melting slightly at the sight of the two children. They were so precious to you, and you were so happy that they’d accepted you the way the did. It was hard to have a stepparent, but they’d seemed to have taken it in stride. The smile that covered your face, dissipating into a look of shock as you spotted Atticus leaned against the door frame.
Glasses on and hair mussed from sleeping as he surveyed the room. The moonlight highlighting one side of his face and lacing through his ebony colored locks resting heavily on the few gray hairs that had taken place on his temples. The sight soon making the shock disappear as soon as it had appeared.
Ushering him away from the door, you left it cracked slightly as the two of you tiptoed out into the hall.
“Are they ok?” He inquired, eyebrow raised quizzically as he peered back toward the door you’d left ajar.
“They’ve got fevers, they’ll have to miss school. It’s probably the flu, Maudie said it’s going around.” You explained, smiling as his fingers traced your jaw before his hand rested on your forehead.
“And you, how’re you feeling?” A teasing smile flirting on his lips, replacing his hand with a tender kiss.
“I’m feeling much better now.” Smiling up at him you returned the actions, “and how are you feeling, Mr. Finch?”
Your tone hushed, as you whispered it against his skin, eyes doe like as you pulled back to look in his onyx colored ones. Placing one last playful smooch on his cheek, which flushed under your lips.
“I’m feeling a bit warm.” Resting his arms around your waist he embraced you, your head taking up residence against his shoulder, “especially now.”
“Maybe we should get you back to bed too?” You suggested coyly, pulling back so that your gaze rested on him.
“I think that’s a marvelous idea.” A smile covering his lips with his hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you back to your room
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