The Faith We Have: A Contemporary Romance Novel About A Married Couple (Beyond The Badge Book 1)

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How strong is your faith?

Married to a police officer, Lauren Dawson has had her fair share of hardships. There was nothing she could have done to prepare her for this…

Uncertain times often call for uncertain measures.

Michael Dawson has worked tirelessly to provide for his family and protect his community. When the unexpected happens and forces him to reevaluate everything, he knows only one thing is for certain. Nothing will ever be the same . . .

What happens to a family, to a police officer, to a marriage when a storm comes and their faith is challenged?

From the best-selling Christian fiction and romance author T.K. Chapin comes an inspirational story about a struggling Christian marriage and a family that is hurting. Be inspired and lifted up through this story of hope, inspiration, and perseverance. Faith-based and rooted in Scriptural truth, “The Faith We Have,” will be sure to encourage your walk with Christ. Learn what it means to have true faith by picking up a copy of this heartfelt novel today.

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A story about a struggling marriage between a police officer and his wife, The Faith We Have, is a contemporary romance novel about a married couple that will inspire and encourage your faith.

Story Sample from The Faith We Have:

Chapter 1

Grabbing his flashlight from the desk in the security office at L.J. Business Offices in downtown Spokane, Michael Dawson headed for the door to make his final rounds of the shift. He worked by day as a Spokane police officer and by night as a security guard. Clicking on the flashlight, he stepped out into the hallway, being sure to shut the door behind him. Michael would start his rounds at the north side of the building, beginning in Parking Garage A. From there, he would work his way through the building, checking for any unusual activity and making his way back to the security office. Each round took about forty minutes in total, and he did the route three times each night. The security job wasn’t exhilarating or exciting, but it accomplished its purpose. It helped pay the bills, something his full-time job as a police officer couldn’t do.

Stepping out from the elevator into Parking Garage A, Michael zipped up his jet-black security jacket and started into the brisk February air. February in Eastern Washington tended to run cold, even more so at night and into the earliest parts of the morning.

Continuing down the empty rows of parking stalls, he came upon a black sedan. It hadn’t been parked there the last time he made his rounds. It was five o’clock in the morning, though, and there were a few people who would show up early on occasion. Making a mental note of the vehicle, he continued his walk around the parking garage and then stepped back into the elevator.

As he walked the hallways and checked into a few rooms, he noticed the time on one of the clocks in a lobby. It was just shy of six o’clock now. He knew his wife, Lauren, would be waking up soon. He sighed deeply with a longing in his heart to be next to her in bed. His thoughts rested for a moment on Lauren and his life for the last five years. So much had changed with the passage of time. His little baby Addison was five years old now, his son Matthew was a teenager. Where had all the time gone? It seemed like all he ever did was work since Addison was born.

Michael loved the surprise pregnancy of Addison five years ago. After all, they had wanted more kids, but he knew his life would have to change. With the new addition to their family, they had to move from their two-bedroom apartment into a three-bedroom house. The expenses piled quicker than the two of them could keep up with, and Michael had to do the one thing he was warned not to do in his entire police career—rely on a second job to pay bills.

Walking into the on-site workout facility, the sensor lights turned on, illuminating the gym equipment and room. He glanced around the area, then turned and left out the door. Heading down the hallway, he thought about those few minutes he’d have right before eight o’clock that morning when he saw his wife and children before crashing hard until his shift at two o’clock that afternoon. He smiled. He lived for those brief moments in his life when he was at home and with his family. Those were the moments he worked so hard for. Those were the seconds that mattered the most to him.

Opening the security office door after finishing his round, he saw his co-worker Tim there early by about thirty minutes. The small television that sat atop a filing cabinet in the room was on, the volume low. The local news was on.

“You’re here early, Tim.”

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep on my only day off.” Tim rose from the chair and walked over to the coffee pot next the microwave. Refilling his cup of coffee, he let out a sigh. “You ever wonder if it’s worth it?”


Moving his mug of coffee around the room, he tilted his head. “All of this is worth it.”

Tim was also a police officer. He wasn’t in Michael’s precinct. Instead, he worked out at the Suncrest police department, working the graveyard shift. Suncrest was where Michael grew up, a small town just a few miles from Spokane, a lovely community that had in recent years experienced an increase in crime. Tim was in the same position as Michael, rarely seeing his family and working an extra job to get by.

Michael shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Don’t feed me that cliché. We’re out there every day risking our lives and working extra jobs so we can deal with this?” He motioned toward the television set. Glancing at the screen, Michael read the captions and saw the videos of more unrest in larger cities all across America. People were carrying signs declaring their desire to defund the police.

“We don’t do it because people love us. We do it because people need us.”

Taking a swig of his coffee, he shrugged and let out a huff. Tim peered over at the six security monitors. “Another slow night?”

“Slow and steady. There is a black sedan over in Parking Garage A. It showed up pretty early, but I think it’s just one of the guys with Dennison and Associates again.”

“They love their work. You can head out now if you want. Give you an extra few minutes with the kiddos.”

Michael lifted a smile on the corner of his lips. “Thanks, Tim. Have a good shift.”


Lauren poured a bowl of honey toasted squares for Addison, then woke her son, Matthew, up by flipping on the light switch in his room. Going down the hallway to the laundry room, she pulled the clothes from the dryer into a basket. Pausing for a moment, she looked at the ceiling and prayed. She was still not feeling a hundred percent after her head cold last week, and all she really wanted to do was crawl back into bed. She had no desire to keep going with the morning. She had to drop the kids off at school, then head into work at First Financial as a bank teller.

“Mom?” Her son’s voice sounded from his room down the hallway. It was faint.

“Yeah?” Grabbing the laundry basket, she lifted it and continued out of the laundry room. Stopping at the open door into her son’s room, she peeked in. “What’s up?”

“Did you wash my cargo pants? I need them today.”

Moving the clothes around in the basket, she grabbed them and tossed them into the room and onto the bed.


“Yeah, sweet. What would be sweet is if you got your homework done last night like I asked you.”

His head tilted downward for a moment, his voice softening. “I’m sorry. You should’ve woken me up earlier.”

“Come on, Matty. It’s your future that’s on the line here. Your father hasn’t even heard about your progress report that came home last week. Do I need to get him involved?”

“No! I’ll take care of it.”

“You’d better. I’m serious, if you don’t get that D and F up in the next week or two, I’m telling your father.”

Continuing down the hallway, she stopped momentarily as she entered the kitchen to make sure Addison was eating her cereal, then she continued to the living room. Setting the basket down on the couch, she started to fold. To her surprise, the front door opened. It was Michael, home early.

Lifting her eyes, her lips grew into a smile as her gaze met his for a moment.

“Home early?”

“Yes.” Tossing his coat on the back of the recliner, he walked over to her and gave her a peck on the lips. “Tim was early today.”

“Every good and perfect gift.”


“It’s a Bible verse. Every good and perfect gift is from God.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Glancing toward the kitchen briefly, his eyes came back to hers. “I’m going to go say hi to the kids.”

“Okay. Glad you’re home early.”

As he exited, her eyes rested on his coat. He had just flung it over the recliner. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t want to spoil the few moments she and the kids had with him. He worked hard for their family, and he deserved to not be hassled about every little thing. She appreciated all that he had done and still did to this day.

As she continued to fold, she could hear Addison’s voice lifting in laughter in the other room. Lauren’s heart stirred. Michael was such a good father and husband. The pain of not having him around was hard, but this was the life they had, and dwelling too much on the difficulty wasn’t good for her soul, wasn’t good for her heart.

After finishing the laundry a little while later, she loaded it all back into the basket and then went into the kitchen. Grabbing her coffee cup from the counter, she refilled it as she eavesdropped on the conversation at the table.

“Hey, Dad.” Matthew paused, hesitation appearing to lace his voice. “I have a 5k run coming up, and I want to start training for it. Do you think we can jog sometime together?”

Michael cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat. “When do you think we could do that, Son?”

“Maybe on Sundays?”

Knowing that Sunday was the only day off Michael had, Lauren walked over to the table and placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Your father works extremely hard all week long. I don’t think running is really something he wants to do on his only day off.”

“Thanks for the concern, Lauren, but I think I can do it.”

Lifting her eyebrows, she shook her head as a sting of annoyance filled her. “You can miss church most Sundays, but if it’s running, you can go?”

“Whoa. Low blow. I can run in the afternoons. I can’t go to church in the afternoons, Lauren. Jeez.”


Pushing out from the table, Michael’s demeanor shifted entirely. His smile fell away, his posture slouched, and his voice lowered. “I need to go crash.”

“Are you really upset at me right now?”

“No, I’m tired and you all are leaving in like five minutes.”

“So, spend the last five minutes with us, Michael.” Her voice was firm, hoping to hold onto him. “You got home a few minutes early. Enjoy those extra few minutes with your family.”

Michael let out a heavy sigh and smiled, nodding as he turned back toward Matthew and Addison.

“We’ll lace up and run, bud. Okay?” He glanced at Lauren and in an annoyed tone, he replied to her concern. “And I’ll try to go to church more often on Sundays.” Going over to Addison, his smile returned as he lowered down to meet her at eye level as she was drinking her milk from the bowl. She set her bowl down and turned her gaze to him. “And you owe me a date one of these days. Don’t you forget it.”

“I love you, Daddy!” Leaning over, Addison planted a kiss on his cheek.

Lauren happened to catch the clock on the stove. “Grab your backpacks, lunches, and coats. Time to go.”

As the kids exited the kitchen, Michael pulled Lauren into his hold. His hand found the small of her back. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Frustration stirred in her soul. “You don’t be mad at me!”

“I’m not, baby. I love you.” A tired smile lifted on her husband’s lips. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and it moved her heart deeply to know how hard he worked for her and the kids.

“I love you. Have a good sleep and shift. Be safe, Michael.”

“Always and forever, I will.”


Blinking his eyes open, Michael rolled over in bed and saw it was just after one o’clock in the afternoon. It was time to wake up and get ready for the day. After showering, he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. His children would be out of school just an hour after he clocked in for his shift with the precinct at two o’clock. His sister-in-law, Abigail, would pick the children up and take them to her house until Lauren got off work at the bank at five.

Arriving at the precinct, he headed to his locker and got dressed in the black and blue uniform he loved to wear. If a person were to turn on the news these days, they’d see a world that hates the badge, hates the people behind the badge, and hates the fact that cops even exist. None of that mattered to Michael Dawson. He knew the work he did mattered and the world needed his service.

Seeing Adam Jones, the precinct’s chaplain and a good friend of Michael’s, walk by, he called out to him. “Hey, Adam.”

He stopped and walked over to Michael as he finished buttoning his shirt.

“Hey, Michael. How’s your heart?”

“Good, good. Listen, I heard about that triple fatality the other night on Sprague avenue. You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Rodgers is a little shaken up by it, but he’ll be okay. One of the families involved has a pastor for a father, and I got a chance to see some real God moments come out of that evening.”

“Wow. I couldn’t imagine being on scene.”

“It was tough. Hey. You figure out a plan for you and Lauren? I know you were concerned about relying on three incomes.”

Breathing a deep sigh, Michael dipped his chin and shook his head. “I haven’t. You can keep praying for that. I know in my gut that something has to change. I just can’t figure out what it is.”

“Take it to the Lord. He tends to have better plans than anything we could ever come up with.”

“Yeah.” Michael believed in God, but his mind was a million miles away from Jesus. He had a family to take care of and a community to watch over.

Recalling Tim’s comment that morning in the security office, Michael wondered if the Chaplain had any sage advice for the bitterness Michael detected in Tim. “Do you have any advice to a fellow police officer who’s upset about the rioting and looting going on in the country?”

Adam lifted his eyebrows. “Sure. Remind him that he isn’t just a police officer but part of society’s true warriors. You all are the thin line that keeps the evil from pouring out and ruling the world.”

Michael blinked as a smile crept onto his lips. “I like that. Warriors of society.”

“So do I. It’s why I do this.”

As Adam departed from Michael’s presence, he recalled the fact that chaplains are completely voluntary. The critical role that Adam Jones played at the precinct was like an invisible force of good in the lives of all the police officers who worked there. He not only helped with death notifications, but he assisted with each officer’s mental and spiritual health. The chaplains were an important aspect of every police precinct, yet they often went unnoticed by the public eye.

Not long into his shift, Michael was called over to a traffic accident on Division Street in Spokane. It had started to rain thirty minutes prior to the call.

Arriving on scene just after Rodgers and Martinez, Michael parked his patrol vehicle along the side of the busy road. His windshield wiper blades swished back and forth as the rain continued to pour. He could see Mike Martinez directing traffic around the cones set up in the intersection around the scene of the accident. He spotted a mangled truck on the side of the opposite side of the road, then a few people near a car that was flipped upside down.

Checking in on his walkie to dispatch, Michael indicated that he was on scene then proceeded out of his patrol car.

Walking, he spotted Nathan Rodgers on his knees beside the car, people surrounding him.

He approached the crowd and his partner.

“Please back up.”

Michael was able to get the people gathered around to step a few feet back.


Standing up, Nate turned to Michael. “The driver lost consciousness. We’re waiting on the jaws of life since he’s trapped.”

Glancing toward the truck, Michael inquired about what happened.

“Witnesses saw the Honda blaze through the red light, and the pickup truck seemed to have been moving pretty fast as well. Clipped the car just right and flipped it.”

“You already collect the reports?”

“Yeah. You might want to talk to the driver of the truck. He’s sitting over there in the grass by the vehicle. He might need medical attention. He was limping.”

Wiping the rain from his face, Michael headed over to the man sitting in the grass. As he came closer, he realized the man was about his age, possibly a little older. His hands were gripping his wet hair, and he appeared to be crying.

“Sir. You okay? Do you need medical attention?”

“I’m okay.”

“What’s your name?”


“Your leg all right, Don? Officer Rodgers seemed to believe you were injured.”

“That’s not an injury from today.” The man wiped his face from rain and tears as he peered past Michael. He stood up, his eyes staying fixed on the car. “Is the kid going to be okay?”

“We’ll have to see what happens.”

“What happened? Why’d he run through the red light?”

“I don’t have that information, sir.”

“My wife is going to kill me. That truck is the only thing we have to give our son at graduation. We can’t even help him with college!”

Michael’s heart flinched. He knew the pain too well of not having enough money at the end of the month.

“Do you have insurance?”

“We do.”

“That’s why we all have insurance, for instances like this.”

Just then, the firetruck and ambulance arrived on scene. Turning toward the scene for a moment, Michael turned back to Don. “Come over and get checked out by the paramedics. At least let them examine you.”


Helping the man up from the grass, Michael led him over to the ambulance. The rain started to let up. As they walked, Michael saw a firefighter carrying the jaws of life over to the car.

“Wow. Those look pretty intense,” Don commented as they arrived at the paramedics.

“Yeah. I don’t see those very often.”

Nate came over to Michael. “Dawson.”

Going a few feet away, Nate lowered his voice as he let Michael in on what was going on. “They’re thinking the boy isn’t going to make it. Sixteen years old. Dang it!”

Michael’s heart felt a pinch. “That’s only three years older than my Matthew.”

“It’s the same age as my Bella.” Nate cursed and shook his head. “No more death for at least a week. Got it?”

Michael laughed lightly and shook his head. “Not really something I can control.”

“Yeah, but you know the Big Guy. Pass it along for me.”

He laughed. “Jones is a better fit for that.”

On his way back over to the ambulance and to where Don was being examined, he thought more about Matthew. It could’ve just as easily been his own son behind that wheel. He couldn’t even begin to imagine. As the fear started to edge in, Michael layered on bricks around his heart and mind. Keeping the thoughts of ‘what if’ out was the only way he got through the uncomfortable moments of his job. It didn’t matter if it was busting up a couple of teenagers making bad decisions in the back of a car or like today when a life was hanging in the balance.



A Contemporary Romance Novel About Married Couple You’ll Love Reading

Christian contemporary romance needs to showcase more married couples in their novels and that’s exactly what I set out to do in this story. This is a couple you can root for and that’s why I recommend you pick up a copy of this T.K. Chapin novel.

Through much prayer and consideration, T.K. Chapin has fashioned this story into a piece of Christian literature that will bless you in reading and encourage you in your walk with Christ.

About The Author

Christian Author T.K. Chapin Portrait

The Christian Author Who Keeps God At The Center Of Everything.

T.K. CHAPIN is an award-winning Inspirational Christian Romance and fiction author who designs his stories to inspire and tug on your heartstrings.

He believes that telling authentic stories of faith, love, and family helps build the faith of believers while inviting non-believers into the reality of God.

Each story highlights how God can work in the lives of those who follow Him.

Chapin gives all credit for his writing and storytelling abilities to God. The majority of his stories take place in and around his hometown of Spokane Washington.

Chapin & his wife reside in Southeast Idaho and have three children.

When not writing, he enjoys traveling, swimming, and spending time with friends & family.

Vision For Christian Romance Novels With Realistic Characters

Christian romance novels are often just about two people falling in love, but it goes far beyond just that in T.K. Chapin books.

Real-to-life stories about realistic people are in every single book that Chapin writes.

People struggle with their life and sometimes their faith, Chapin captures that in every story he tells.

If you’re looking for a Christian romance novel that not only entertains but also inspires, pick up a copy of one of the many titles T.K. Chapin has published.

The Vision

As a Christian author, speaker and entrepreneur, it’s T.K. Chapin’s hope and desire to help build the Kingdom of God for His glory alone. It’s through the stories, articles, and connections with others that this is made possible.

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Branch Publishing (February 8, 2021)

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