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Chicago Blues

The dim light of a Chicago dawn creeps in through the massive windows of the bedroom as an alarm blares. He considers momentarily hitting snooze before groaning and turning the alarm off. The arm of his husband tightens around his chest in an attempt to keep him in bed.
Leaning over to kiss his sleepy man, he whispers in his ear, "You need to get up also, Row. You've got your first day of firefighting training this morning."
"Or we could just stay in bed all day. The city could go without us for the day." Row grumbles and buries his face in the pillow.
Ezra laughs and kisses Row again before detangling himself from his husband and getting up, landing a gentle smack on the blanket covered bottom. He smiles to himself at the muffled yelp and pads off to the bathroom to get ready.
A short time later, he makes a couple of cups of coffee, handing one to a freshly dressed and showered Row with a gentle kiss.
"Morning, Sunshine. Here is your elixir of the gods."
Row drinks it greedily, glancing the badge and gun on the counter with a frown. "Remember to stay safe out there, Ez."
"I think you have been saying that every morning since we were 18 and..."
Row cuts him off with a glance and Ezra thinks of his long absence and just nods. "I will be careful." check his phone and quickly fills a thermos full of coffee and puts on his badge and gun. "Gotta go, I love you, Babe. Have a good first day. We will go out for dinner tonight and you can fill me in."
Kisses Row one more time before rushing out the door and into the cool Chicago morning. The sounds of the city filling the air, its own heartbeat that appealed to Ezra like musical score. He gets in his car and heads to the police station for another day of keeping the peace.