"But what if she's nicer?" you continued, as Ghost tried to concentrate on his work at hand, with you standing by his side at his desk, head in his hands. Your constant need for reassurance would be to most considered annoying, but to him, it was almost endearing. Like proof you really, really did love him.

You've been at this for a while now. With the new surge of officers at the start of every working year, there was the slight insecurity from you that maybe one of them would catch his eye. Maybe it's trust issues.

He shook his head fondly, a soft smile on his lips.

"No, love. 'Course not."

"Would you leave me if she was prettier?" you asked, in the same tone as the dozen other possibilities you've given him.

"Nuh uh. You're the pretties' thing in m'life, dear."