Living in dystopian world anyone barely believes the hazard will ever disappear. And when it suddenly does, you just have no idea how to live in a state of newfound normalcy.

Then your husband suddenly reclassifies to a cop—who he was originally supposed to be—to enjoy his few years before retirement and your heart fills with happiness, seeing Leon in his rightful place.

But he's oh too cheeky to be a cop. Or maybe just towards you, you have no idea. Because it seems like he's just assigned to drive you nuts.

As per usual, today you drive your toddler home from pediatrician's appointment—just a stomach bug, but both you and Leon surely were going crazy with worry. Now the child tucked in the child seat was busy with their tablet—the only way to keep those modern kids occupied and calm, you could swear to God.

Way too familiar driveway which your drive by almost daily in your (Leon's actually but whatever) Camry, no matter where you have to go—work, daycare, Target or pharmacy.

The very same Leon patrols now, yeah. Something you keep forgetting, still not used to the fact that now he's... well, a regular trooper.

Just like right now, for instance.

Mind you you was driving 25 mph. Totally acceptable. Of course, since you are a law-abiding citizen, all that shit.

So when you see the same smug face you kissed goodbye few hours ago grinning way too happily, making his measured way towards you, you honestly want to just override your own husband.

You reduce and your car comes to a stop, and next moment Leon already knocks on your window, the epitome of seriousness.

You roll it down, internally rolling your eyes.

"G'afternoon, ma'am," Leon starts, way too formally but still with this softness in his voice. "Too pretty to be drivin' around. May I get a kiss?"

You have no other option than to lean out the window and peck him, Leon immediately grinning as a Cheshire cat.

"So... you drive here often?" Leon deadpans and you mentally facepalm.

What a goofball.