“Sweetheart,” I sigh out as I quietly shut the front door behind me, placing my vest on the hanger behind the door. “I’m home.”

I glance down at my watch on my wrist. 12am. I sigh before I looked around the faintly dark house before stopping my gaze on you, who was sat on the couch with a glass of wine in your hands, a blanket thrown over your legs while watching some shitty love reality show.

I see as you give me a cheeky grin, I give you a smile in return before I tilted my head slightly, I push off the doorframe as I sluggishly walk over to the couch you’re sat on. I sat down on the cushion next to you before grabbing your hips, placing you on my lap as I sigh into your neck.

“The kids asleep?” I mumble into your neck as I closed my eyes, moving my forehead to rest on your shoulder as my fingers gently massage your hips.

Being in the police force isn’t easy while being a married man with two toddlers: Georgia, 2, and Hayden, 4. I always try to make time for you and the kids while having chief up my ass all the time.