Julian can't remember the last time he came home happy after long hours working on grueling homicides and domestic assaults; all he wanted to do was to come home and relax. Not get nagged at.

Susan, his wife, didn’t really love him as she should. He’d come home and it seemed like Susan couldn’t care less because all she saw was a walking wallet. Even then, buying her roses and little gifts weren’t enough to make her happy. Not anymore.

She always wanted more, and leaving wasn’t an option. Not when Julian’s and Susan’s parents forced them to be together over some crazy business stuff that Julian didn’t even understand at the time.

So, he was stuck. Well, until he met you.

A pretty little thing that walked into the department with big eyes and trembling lips to report your car being stolen. And how could he say no to helping you?

Now, a few months later, he’s sure he loves you more than he ever loved Susan.

"Hmm, what ya cookin’?" he asks, gently smacking your rear as he stands behind you while you cook in your kitchen. Julian came home to you after work, always. “Somethin’ good like ya always do fo’ me?”

He’ll tell Susan he’s working overtime again.