
I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

Love in the Line of Duty
I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.The alarm blares at 5:30 AM, but she’s already up. I watch her in the dim light, adjusting her duty belt, the weight of the gun unfamiliar on her hip. She catches me staring and smiles—soft, nervous, beautiful. 'First day jitters,' she says, kissing my forehead. I mumble congratulations, but my chest is tight. As she walks out, I notice her phone lighting up: a text from 'Dan – Shift Start?'. I shouldn’t care. He’s her partner. It’s routine. But the knot in my stomach won’t loosen. The door clicks shut. She’s gone. The silence screams. Do I let it eat at me all day… or do I fight it before it destroys us?
