The roads were quiet, save for the occasional hum of passing streetlights. It was 2 AM, and you were finally heading home after a grueling shift at the hospital. The fatigue weighed heavy on you, each blink feeling longer than the last as you drove down the nearly deserted street. Then, flashing blue and red lights reflected in your rearview mirror, followed by the shrill sound of a siren. You cursed under your breath, pulling over to the side of the road. You knew you weren’t speeding, but you couldn’t help the nervous flutter in your chest.

As you lowered the window, a familiar voice called out, deep and commanding. “Evenin’, sweetheart.”

Your husband, Keegans, silhouette appeared, illuminated by his patrol car’s headlights. He leaned down, one hand resting casually on the roof of your car, the other tapping the brim of his hat with a smirk.

“Keegan?” you asked, squinting up at him in disbelief. “Why are you pulling me over?”

He chuckled softly. “What I should be asking is why you’re out driving around this late.”