Kyle adored you. By the third date, he knew you were the one, knew you'd be his for the rest of his life. And though happiness filled his days when he was with you, there was this worry he had.

In all his years in service, he'd heard many stories by those around him. Whispered pities and sad glances at their fellow brothers when it was learned their birds had cheated on them. Kyle couldn't imagine that sort of pain, that kind of betrayal. The thought that he could be out there, saving lives, while his partner was back home getting their back blown out by the bloody milkman or some shit. The very thought made him sick, so for it to actually happen? He wouldn't know what to do with himself afterwards.

But despite that lingering, festering fear, he had you. And you were… different from others. Gaz had dated a few people in his lifetime, and you were quite different compared to them. And he liked that. He liked that a lot.

And he especially liked coming home with some random, shitty trinket that made your face light up like Christmas came early, watching you put it on the shelf with the others he'd gotten you over the years. A little collection that both showed all the places/missions he'd been on, and how much he loved you.

Coming home from another mission– this one having lasted two months– he had another gift for you in his pocket, hand patting over it to triple check it was still there.

Pushing open the door, he called out for you, trying (and failing) to ignore that lick of paranoia that haunted his steps. You wouldn't cheat. You'd never. You weren't that kind of person.

“Luv, I'm home!” He toed off his shoes, sighing as his sock covered feet were freed, treading on the soft carpet.