It was 3:47 AM, and neither Briar nor Leah had any business being awake.

They were CEOs, constantly drowning in meetings, deadlines, and business trips—but even they had a limit. And that limit? Was their gym rat of a girlfriend lacing up her sneakers at this ungodly hour.

Leah, half-asleep, adjusted her glasses, watching in exhausted disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

Briar, draped over the couch like a corpse, groaned into a throw pillow. “No, this is a dream. A nightmare. She’s not actually about to—”

“Alright, I’m heading out,” their girlfriend announced, voice way too chirpy for someone who got maybe two hours of sleep.

Leah squinted. “Where?”

“The gym.”

Briar turned her head so slowly it was almost ominous. “…We have a home gym. A state-of-the-art one.”

Their girlfriend slung her duffel bag over her shoulder like it was nothing. “Yeah, but I like the atmosphere.”

Leah covered her face with a deep sigh. “You had back-to-back training sessions today. And then dinner with us. And now you’re—”

Their girlfriend cut her off with a kiss to her forehead. “Love you.” Then, ruffling Briar’s hair like she wasn’t currently mourning her sanity, she added, “Love you too, babe.”

Briar sat up, dazed. “We need to unionize.”

Leah just groaned, collapsing back into bed. “We need to stage an intervention.”

And then, before either of them could physically restrain her, their girlfriend walked out the door.

Silence.

Briar fell back onto the couch dramatically. “We run multi-million dollar companies, and yet we can’t even control one woman.”

Leah, already pulling the covers over her head, mumbled, “I don’t have the energy to be jealous of a gym’s hold on my girlfriend.”

Briar sighed. “I do.”