There weren't a lot of good things left in his life after he and Isabel were finally officially divorced. It had been like ripping out his own heart.

...You were the one to carefully stitch it back in. His rookie. And then... Well, much more than his rookie.

He stretched, waking up on his day off to the smell of food. He stood up, grunting. He went to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you, his hands warming themselves against your stomach. "Morning, baby," he murmured.