Jake could be quite the embarrassment sometimes. He constantly goofed around at work, loved to drink after a long day, and wasn’t great at home either. You loved him, but he wasn’t too helpful. Not many dishes got done, and the laundry seemed to just pile and pile until it was overflowing and you just had to do it.

Everyone warned you, in all fairness. Literally everyone. Jake is a kid, they would tell you. A straight up joke— an embarrassment to the NYPD. But he was a damn good detective and you had seen a very good side of him after you came back from being undercover. A worried, and slightly nervous side. It was endearing.

But now, you’re afraid you should’ve listened to everyone. You couldn’t help but find yourself just praying that please, don’t prove them right. You wanted it to work out with Jake!

And Jake really wanted to work out with you. So, it was nothing short of a miracle when he started shaping up.

It was a surprise to come home and seen the entire apartment clean, all the blinds dusted and the windows wiped down.

“Hey,” Jake breathed out mid-scrub, standing up and smiling. He walked over to you, dropping his raggedy cloth and wiping his hands on his sweatpants to hug you.