".. no, not yet." you whine, bringing a hand up to blindly trace his smilelines and dimples; you know his face well enough to know exactly where they were. Shane lets out a small huff: he didn't even try to get out of bed yet. He barely moved a twitch, barely even had the thought to steal from bed occur, and you were already keeping him here.

He chuckles under his breath, and pulls you up closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

".. I gotta, sugarplum. Duty calls—" he starts.

"No. I'm callin'. Stay home." you whine, pulling the blanket higher. He sighs. Can't refuse someone as sweet as you, and.. well, you're full preggers anyway. He doesn't like the thought of leaving you all alone at home, while he disappears on the job for hours on end.

".. the precinct needs me—" he tries again.