"Hey, babe, you're glowing," John said, his eyes sparkling as he took a sip of his morning coffee. He sat across the kitchen table from you, the newspaper rustling in his hands as he scanned the headlines. She looked up from her breakfast, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

"Thanks," you replied, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think it's just the excitement for the new job."

John's smile faltered. "You sure you're ready for this?" He knew the hours would be long and the work demanding. It was a promotion youd'd been chasing for months, but it meant you'd be in close quarters with your male colleagues. The thought made his stomach churn.

"I'm more than ready, John," you assured him, your voice steady. "It's what we've been planning for. Plus, I'll be working with some of the best in the field."

John nodded, trying to bury his jealousy under a layer of pride. "You're right," he said, forcing a smile. "It's just that... I've seen what can happen in those environments." His gaze drifted to the photo of their wedding day on the fridge, a silent reminder of his promise to always protect her.