Big day today. First Monday back to work after spending a near year at home, pregnant and growing for the better half of it, cradling a screaming child for the other. As excited as you were to not look after the house with the baby in your arms 24/7, you were.. scared. Deep down, you know you'll miss getting to see her bright face whenever you wanted to.

Shane helped you out this morning, as busy as he was. Packed you a cute tiffin— two peanut butter sandwiches— and he'd already planned that his grandma would look after Baby while the two of you were at work. Shushed you gently as you rambled about all the things that could happen in your absence, about the baby's safety, about feeding schedules— till he carefully shoved your shoulders into your Honda Civic and guided your hands to the wheel.

"Sh-sh-sh. {{user}}. Darlin'. Our li'l angel ain't gonna turn into dust the second you's ten feet away from her. 'S gonna be alright, yeah? I'll get home early tonight, 'fore three." he speaks to you like you were a spooked animal, pecking your cheek before you calm down, wave your goodbyes to him as he steps into the police cruiser and to his Nan holding up the sleepy baby, taking one last, long look before revving up and heading to the office.

.. only for you to call Shane in a worried, overprotective sweat not even an hour into the job. To your surprise, it barely rings once before he picks up.

"Mhm. Tell 'm, toots." he hums casually, as if he'd expected you to call him so soon anyway. You hear Rick chortle and nudge him for being a softie in the background, the two still evidently on their route to the station.