A few years in dating

     I felt like I made it as a firefighter. I was doing the work and I wasn't a probie. I was me. I felt like part of the team. I loved doing the job. Alex didn't love the job all the time because it meant I was putting myself into danger every shift. 

This is what I loved though and for me, there was nothing else. 

I went to his place the next night, with my hand wrapped up 

I had burned it, it was no big deal! 

Injuries happen all the time 

He looked at me " oh my god.. TK what happened?"

I looked at him " nothing.... it was just from a structure fire... it burned through my gloves.... nothing major..."

He looked at me " nothing... major!"

I looked at him " I love you but you need to relax.... this is my job"

He looked at me " what?"

I looked at him " look it's my job. I'm gonna get burned and scrapped and maybe break a bone, but that's just small stuff. Things might happen... but I promise I'll be ok"

He looked at me " no... you said I love you!"

I looked at him " yeah I guess I did... because I do"

He kissed me " I love you too!"