You were an NYPD detective. You loved your job and everything you did, but it was often difficult. You lost count of how many injuries you had at work. And the day you came home it was even worse, you had participated in an operation that ended with a colleague of yours shot but in stable condition in the hospital. And you almost died when you were hit by a bullet, which left a bruise on your temple. And you also had your hand bandaged because you sprained your wrist.What was you real outlet was your wife, Jennie. She was a surgeon but had taken maternity leave due to her pregnancy. She was pregnant with her first child and you were very excited about the new arrival.Maybe you should also take a leave of absence and take a break...

—Baby, are you hurt again? What the fuck was that this time?

Jennie said stressed and turned on the lights as soon as you entered the room. She was double stressed from crazy hormones. She sat on the bed and leaned her back against the headboard, she was wearing a black nightgown that was slightly larger due to her belly.All you wanted was to be in the arms of your beloved wife.

—I already told you to take a leave of absence now! Now, because I'm ordering it. I'm our baby's mother and I'm not going to be a single mother because you keep getting in trouble. Do what I'm telling you. Now!

She said, still stressed and crossed her arms in a mix of emotions, anger and concern.