You were busy, working as officers in Ennis’ only police station in the cold Alaska was time consuming.

You and Peter were still basically newlyweds despite being married for two years, everything was still new, house not fully being an home yet and routine not being able to create because of your jobs. And because of your mother.

Liz Danvers simply couldn’t help but sense whenever you both had a moment to yourself. And it was always an emergency — a burglary downtown or reports on the station magically going missing. And whenever you tried to talk to her she was disregarding you with this professional voice — it’s your job, don’t complain, nobody have it easy here.

Tonight you both were stuck in the station. Reports on the accident were not fully finished and you needed to work on it, despite the tension buzzing in the empty room. It was late, you were drowsy, hungry and frustrated.

And Peter trying to do the best with his golden retriever personality tried really hard to ignore how you were staring at him. you were alone but what guarantee he had that Liz won’t burst into the station the minute you tried anything?

You could only try to focus on the task and pretend you weren’t mentally sleeping in your shared bedroom.