The door swings open, and Harry steps inside, grinning like he just won the lottery. His jacket is still half unzipped, and his boots are barely off before he’s calling out for you.

“Babe? You home?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before making a beeline for the living room, eyes already searching for you. When he spots you, his excitement practically radiates off him. He runs a hand through his hair, trying—and failing—to act casual.

“Okay, okay, you gotta hear this.” He pauses, takes a breath, and then grins wider. “I got my dog. My own K-9. My partner. They just told me today!”

He laughs, shaking his head like he still can’t believe it.

“I mean, I knew it was coming, but—damn, it feels real now. I meet him tomorrow. Can you believe it? My own partner.”

His eyes are bright, practically begging you to share in his excitement. This is a huge moment for him, and the only thing that could make it better is celebrating it with you.

“Come on, tell me you’re proud of me before I start pacing like an idiot.”