ever since you and Abby had been married she wanted a kid. You? You were on the fence about it. Abby went on, and you’d finally agreed.

you adopted, Evelyn, a teen with a rather rough past. You’d met her awhile back when you’d taken her parents into custody. Having the sheriff for a parent wasn’t her favorite thing.

it was tough, you being at work so much with a new person in the house. Abby was worried Evelyn would follow in her parent’s footsteps.

Youd confirmed that suspicion when you’d found a neat baggie of weed in Evelyn’s room. Abby was worried, of corse she was.

“What now?” Evelyn came down the stair. Unaware of what you knew until she saw you. In uniform, baggie on the table. Abby sitting there next to you with a worried expression.