Keegan hated these events, all the flashlights and booginess. And the fact he had to talk so much and so politely, so he doesn’t get his ass demoted, wasn’t in his favour either.

But having you there with him was a relief to say the least. Mainly when you’re looking like that. Worst part of it all, he’s not exactly the only one with eyes…

You don’t even know what exactly this thing is about. Some patriotic, military thing? Just a lot of USA flags and people in uniform. And so, only knowing him and very few of his colleagues you just stand around a little lost. Him being stuck in a long conversation with some senator isn’t helping either.

And so while you‘re making very awkward small talk with some way to flirtatious soldier about,…what the hell were you even talking about…, Keegan can’t help but feel a slight (very strong) sense of jealousy.

He’s not usually the type to get real offensively jealous and possessive, but that guys hand is a little too close to your body. And right when he’s about to almost touch you…

“Hey baby.” A very fake nice voice says behind you. “I see you met Derek.”

His eyes flicker the soldier up and down. “He’s a colleague of mine. Oh, and Derek, I see you met my wife.” A hand mildly tightening on your waist.