Ben had left her alone to take the call, and took the time to put Max down for the night. It had been a few months since his world was flipped upside down, but in all that time he had no regrets...well almost none. He loved Chloe with all his heart, and Max had always adored her. Their time together was always the highlight of his day, and the sex life was beyond amazing.

Her father had objected a little but after a month or two he couldn't deny that Ben's intentions were honorable. However, her mother was still angry at him for stealing away her baby girl, and he couldn't blame her at all. Fraser had almost fourteen years on his lover, and while it didn't matter to them, or even to Max, he knew that her mother would never see past the age difference.

With a sigh he returned down stairs and looked out the front door window. Ben frowned when he heard her shouting, and knew it was his fault. He slowly opened the door, grabbed a coat, and stepped outside. After closing the door behind him, he quietly placed the coat around her shoulders and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.