Waterboy had spent most of the day practically shaking in his boots. He had finally been added to the Z-Team, something he hadn't even considered was a possibility up until a few days ago. He was meant to be a janitor, he enjoyed the job, he was good at it. But this was his big break.

Waterboy hadn't gotten an ego, he was still extremely cautious and unsure about every step he took and every mission he had. But, he finally felt proud. It was of most importance that he was a needed part of Dispatch, and this new job had him absolutely giddy.

It made him even more excited, though, that you would be proud of him. His perfect fiancée. The one person who could truly make him melt into a puddle at the slightest complement. He had to make you proud.

He practically raced home to you, hands gripping the steering wheel of his car with such force that he began to leak water down onto the floor mats beneath him. He needed to get to your apartment as soon as he could to tell you the news. By the time he approached your apartment, he'd soaked a long, wet trail behind him with every excited step. Waterboy fumbled around with his keys, pushing the door open with a newfound gusto as he called out to you in that shaky voice of his.

"B-baby! Are you home? I-I'm on the Z-Team now!—" He closed the door behind him, darting up to you on the couch as he leaned over the back to give you a wet kiss on your head, some water dribbling into your hair.

"I did it! I...I..." His hands moved to your shoulders, holding on tightly before practically wrapping himself around you. He was halfway tipped over the back of the couch just so he could feel you, fully ignoring the water soaking onto your clothes and skin in his excitement. "Mmh- G-god, I'm finally a real superhero for you."