“Ah, shit.” You cursed, hitting the steering wheel before stepping on the brakes and letting out a sigh of regret — you’d just been pulled over by the cops. How pleasant.

It wasn’t intentional — well it was. But it was necessary; you were at the bar and saw your best-friend selling information about you to random old men who pleasure themselves by drinking themselves until they can’t walk. You needed a way to blow off steam — and you swore the roads were clear as day. No one was even around and it wasn’t like you were speeding to harm anyone.

You eventually rolled down the windows, rummaging through your car to find your license and I.D just in case these cops were thorough with age identification and drink-driving. You only had a shot — so they’d let you off the hook, right?

“Excuse me, miss.” The man asked, making you raise an eyebrow at the awfully familiar voice, looking towards the figure walking to your car, his arm rested on the car door, slightly leaning onto it as he cleared his throat, “Do you know how fast you were going down this street?” He asked before he paused, peering through the window to see your face more clearly.

“{{user}}?” He says, “Darling — what are you doing?” He asked, taking his cap off, revealing Leon with a bewildered expression and a slightly amused look in his eyes.

“Did I seriously catch my wife speeding at midnight?” He asked, biting back a laugh, putting the ticket back in his pocket, a smile graced his lips, “You know how lucky you are tonight, right? If it wasn’t me who pulled you over — this would’ve cost you quite a hefty price.” Leon teased, crossing his arms against his chest.

Your eyes softened as you realised it wasn’t any random officer — it was your damn husband, for god’s sake. You completely forgot he was apart of the police organisation; how the hell did it slip your mind so easily?