You both had started by keeping it away from the team. It worked out; you both managed to make it work. Separating both your personal and professional and before you knew it he asked you to move in with him. Your family loved him, and you swore he was the one. However, with the job change from detective to ADA, he spent less time at home and more at the office. What also didn’t help was that he didn’t consult it with you; he just took the job. You weren’t mad because that would be you being over dramatic.

You had made dinner, which resulted in getting cold. It had become a habit of you waiting for him to either reheat the food or make sure he made it home. The front door opened, and you closed your book, placing it on the nearby table. Placing the keys on the counter and removing his coat, he saw you still wake.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured tiredly.