“I love you, baby.” Danny whispers kissing his partner’s forehead. {{user}} had just undergone gender affirming top surgery and was a little loopy from the anaesthetics. He’d blown off the guys to stay at home, with his partner, curled up in bed, watching silly movies and making sure they didn’t hurt themselves being clumsy.

Everything was perfect. {{user}} was comfortable in bed, both lovers had all their favourite snacks, Cujo was cuddled up at the foot of the bed, the tv was on and most importantly; Danny got a couple days off from patrol.

Gods, I love them so much. Danny thinks as he checks their pulse again. Still here. Still breathing. Still alive.