//I couldn’t agree more!//

“Y/N! Where are you?”, Nick called out.

“In here. Your home early”, you answered from the bedroom. Abandoning the basket of laundry, you went out to meet Nick. “Oof”, running into Nick’s chest. He reached out to steady you. “Whoa. Where’s the fire, babe?”, you asked.

Nick looked down at you eyes sparkling, grinning from ear to ear. “I passed! You’re looking at Sergeant Amaro!”

“Oh my gosh! Nick, that is amazing!”, you slung your arms around his neck. He picked you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “You worked very. It’s well deserved.” His excitement was intoxicating and the look he was giving was smoldering.

He dipped his head down delivering a soft kiss. Your hands ran up his muscular arms and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you. Placing his hands on your lower back, he drew you in to him and you pressed your body flush to his. His hands glided up your side and under your T-shirt. His hands were cool on your hot skin. “God, you feel good. So soft”, he whispered into your ear. A small moan escaped from your mouth.

“Mom. Dad. We’re home”, Owen, your 10 year old son yelled coming through the front door from school.

“Rain check, mi amor?”, Nick nuzzled his nose to yours. He pulled away and went out to greet the kids. You leaned against the wall, collecting yourself. Grinning at the prospect of cashing in the rain check later that night. 

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The next afternoon you received a text from Nick, ‘Fin and the guys want to take me our for a couple drinks after work. You ok with that?’ How could you say no? Between the Simon Wilkes case, being demoted to a beat cop for a few weeks, then having to testify against his father, Nick had a year from hell. If anyone do the bad eserved a guys night out it was him. ‘Absolutely babe! Have fun. Call if you need a ride home.’ 

Nick’s mom came over and had dinner with you and the kids. His mom was the best. She always had the best Nick stories, which you loved hearing, even if had already heard them a hundred times. After you put the kids to bed you opened a bottle of wine and poured each of you a glass. You and Cesaria sat and talked about how proud both of you were of Nick. 

Your phone started ringing in the living room. Fin’s number was displayed. “Hey Fin. Everything ok?”, a little panic rising up. 

He laughed, “Yeah. Nick’s good, really good actually. That’s why I’m callin’. He needs a ride. I offered but he insisted you come get him.”

Rolling your eyes, “Text me the address. And Fin, thanks for calling.”

“Not a problem. I’ll get the info to you. See ya soon.” and the call ended.

“Hey Mama. Can you sit with the kids for a little bit? I need to go pick up Nick”, you slide on your flip flops and grabbed your purse.

“Is he okay?”, she asked worried.

“He’s ok. Just needs a ride’, you raised an eyebrow and Cesaria laughed. She waved you out the door. “Go get our Nicky. I’ll watch the kids.”

It took about 30 minutes to get to the bar. It was karaoke night and whoever was singing was bad. As you got closer to the stage, you saw just who the bad singer was-your husband. About that time Fin spotted you and waved you over.

He kissed your cheek. “Glad you’re here. Maybe you can persuade him to come off stage.” Fin grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“How long has he been up there?”, he tried to hit a high note, making you scrunch up your face.

“About three songs too long if ya ask me”, Sonny came up behind you. “Make it stop, please.” You laughed, “I’ll see what I can do.”

When you approached the stage, Nick finally saw you. “Nick. Come on down babe. Your set is over”, you reached for his hand. The next thing you knew you were being dragged up on stage with him.

“Hey everyone! This is my wife! Isn’t she beautiful”, he asked the crowd. A bunch of ‘who hoo’s’ and whistling answered his question. He gave you a sloppy wet kiss to your cheek. You took the microphone from him and helped him down from the stage.

He was leaning on you, draped over you essentially. He was close to a foot taller than you, and out weighed by who knows how much. You helped him to a booth and sat him down. He had the dumbest grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“So sergeant, just how much have you had to drink?”, you ran your fingers through his messy hair. He giggled and you had to suppress a laugh. You couldn’t remember him ever giggling, but you loved the sound. 

He closed one eye and pursed his lips, “I may have had a few shots”, he stated matter of factly and shrugged his shoulders. You turned to look up at you. His eyes bright, “have I ever told you just how beautiful you are? I mean really you are gorgeous. How do you even like me?”

“Oh I like you just fine. The fact that you think I’m beautiful just sweetens the pot”, you gave him a wink. “Now are you ready to go? Or is there an encore planned.”

He grabbed your waist and leaned his head onto your stomach, “home sounds nice.”

“Yeah it does. Think you can walk to the car, Sarge?”, you ask. He just nods his head. 

“We’ll get him to the car then follow you home to get him in the house”, Fin insisted. You nodded your thanks.

The car ride home was quiet, besides Nick’s soft snoring. Fin and Sonny got Nick inside and in bed. After you said your goodbyes and thanked them you returned to your sleeping husband. Helping him out of his belt, tie and shoes, you threw his legs up on the bed. You checked on the kids and Mama. You let her know Nick was ok, and that she should just stay the night. It was too late to be heading back home.

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and whispered in his ear. “I am so proud of you Sergeant Nicolas Amaro. And I love you even more.”