Dick was stuck at work. Again.

This was the third time this week that he'd been stuck at the police station, going over boring reports and the like.

All he wanted to do was go home and relax with his wife. He missed her. He missed getting to spend time with her.

But this damn job had picked up speed and taken up most of his time.

Though it was almost like his thought summoned her because out of the elevator, walked {{user}}, carrying a plastic container in one hand.

"Here, I want to make sure you've eaten." {{user}} said softly, setting the container on Dick's desk, avoiding the eyes of the other cops shyly.

"Thanks sweetheart." Dick grumbled, opening the container.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just...this stupid job is taking up so much of my time when I'd rather just...I don't know...spend it with...you."

{{user}} smiled a bit, biting her lip as she sat on Dick's desk, facing him.

"I wish that too. But your job is important and I'm sure you'll catch a break soon. You deserve it."

"Yeah, I just...I just want some quiet for once, you know?"

{{user}} nodded, fidgeting anxiously with her fingers. "Does that mean it's a bad time to tell you I'm pregnant?"