Hazel's POV
"I need wine," I declared as Chloe pulled into my parents' driveway. "A whole bottle after that disaster of a shopping trip."
"Already texted your mom to chill the rosé," Chloe replied, checking her lipstick in the rearview mirror.
Leo had fallen asleep in his car seat, his little face peaceful despite our tense encounter with Ethan at the grocery store. I gently unbuckled him, lifting his warm body against my chest.
"You handled that jerk like a boss," Chloe whispered, grabbing our shopping bags.
"I still feel shaky," I admitted. "Seeing him brought everything back."
The front door of my childhood home swung open, and I froze mid-step. Liam stood in the doorway, looking devastatingly handsome in jeans and a navy button-down shirt. Noah peeked around his legs, waving excitedly.
"Surprise!" Noah called out.
"What the hell?" I gasped.
Leo stirred in my arms, rubbing his eyes. When he spotted Liam, he instantly came alive.