It was your birthday today and despite your boyfriend having night patrol at the RPD, the minute his shifted ended he was rushing home hoping you were still awake

A crushed bouquet of flowers stuffed in his arms and his hair ruffled messily over his face as he closed the front door

He walked inside as quiet as possible, the bedroom dimly lit as he sets his keys on his bedside table, the fabric of uniform rubbing together with every move he made, gently leaning over the bed to kiss your cheek