Call of Duty. With chloeas...and a few guest stars.
Oliver was awakened sometime before three in the morning to the sound of a distant ringing. Squinting, he looked at the clock and supressed a groan as he sat up, looking down at the still-sleeping Chloe. He smiled a bit, then frowned as the noise came again. He crawled out of bed quietly, his eyebrows furrowing as he left the bedroom and headed downstairs where he'd left his phone.
Frankly, he was married to and lived with the only person he was in contact with on an sort of regular basis, so he generally left his phone elsewhere at night. Raking a hand through his hair, he crossed the floor of the living room, picking it up off the table.
Impulse.
He sucked in a surprised breath and quickly flipped the phone open, pressing it to his ear. "I'm here."
Frankly, he was married to and lived with the only person he was in contact with on an sort of regular basis, so he generally left his phone elsewhere at night. Raking a hand through his hair, he crossed the floor of the living room, picking it up off the table.
Impulse.
He sucked in a surprised breath and quickly flipped the phone open, pressing it to his ear. "I'm here."