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A soft groan came from Chloe’s lips as she sat down on her sofa, a sense of relief flowing through every nerve ending in her body as the cool leather touched the skin on the back of her neck, having cut her hair down into a blue faux-hawk immediately after they’d moved out of Arcadia back in 2013.

That night had been complete and utter… Hell. And that was putting it very, very lightly.

From getting a flat tyre on her way home from work at the tattoo shop, to her one year old daughter, Riley, throwing a tantrum over eating her vegetables, getting a bath because she’d smeared said vegetables all over herself to get out of eating them, and then going to bed after said bath… Everything had just gone wrong. Though, it’s not like Chloe could blame her for acting out.

Especially when Riley was almost always with Max. To go from being around her mother 24/7, to not seeing her for two weeks… it must’ve been jarring for the poor little bastard.

So to finally put her feet up with no worries, no responsibilities, and most importantly an ice cold beer was absolute heaven. Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t love Riley with everything she had. No, she adored her.

But at the same time, being left alone with her and Max’s daughter for the first time ever while the brunette attended a gallery opening in New York… It was exhausting, and that was putting an understatement.

She’d just put on the TV, deciding on watching the news channel to update herself on local goings-on, when the doorbell rang loudly. She let out a low groan, checking her watch briefly for the time. Who the Hell would call over at 9pm?!

“I’m comin’!” She called in a whisper as she stood with another grunt, thanking God that Riley had always been a heavy sleeper. Chloe quickly stepped through to their lobby, checking the stairway for any sign of movement or noise coming from the nursery, before she swung the door open, preparing to rip her visitor a new asshole for interrupting what was no doubt going to be an action-packed night of… well, probably dozing off on the couch.