stories from the city; damon albarn

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When the two had finished fucking like animals almost and Ewan had stood up, putting his clothes on, watching as Chloe did the same. He looks at her curiously and then says "What was this for anyways?"

"Maybe I was making a surprise for your birthday. You never know." She says shrugging her shoulders, knowing that was the farthest thing from the truth.

He eyes her suspiciously before laughing a little and saying "Right. Well. I'll leave you to it. Hey, do you care if I go out for a bit? Jude Law is in town, and wanted to go out for a bit. Promise I'll be back by dinner. When is that?" He asks

"I think we should be eating at 7. I don't know. The person said that's when it would be delivered."

Chloe and Ewan could not cook if their lives depended on it. So, when it came to meals, it was a lot of baby food, sandwiches and pretty much unhealthy pre packaged snacks. However, that was excluding the fact that Chloe had hired a chef, who did cater and deliver dinner for them once a week.

And no, they never knew what they were going to get.

And so, she watched as Ewan made his way out of her studio, and the minute she felt that his footsteps were far enough away, she dashed to the props closet and opened the door, where sure enough- Damon Albarn was still naked.

"You're a busy little bee today." He murmurs "Fucking your husband while your side whore is in the closet."

"You're my side whore?" She questions

He shrugs "It fits the scenario."

Chloe snickers a little before saying "Get dressed. You can leave once Ewan's out of the house. But until then stay in here. Don't touch anything."

He nods his head then says "Is this going to be a regular thing? You and I?"

She pauses to think.

She couldn't. She was going to wake up facing the problem of infidelity tomorrow anyways. And it would only get worse the more she went down the rabbit hole.

"No. We can't. I've got kids. You have a kid. I have Ewan. You have Suzie."

Damon frowns "You can get a divorce, let Ewan have this house.."

She squints "No. I'm not going this fantasy bullshit again Damon. This was nice. I enjoyed sleeping with you. It gave me closure. It really did. But I can't do this till the end of time. Not with Ewan."

He sighs "It's taken us so long to even touch, and you already want to stop?"

"Yes. Because you need to respect my boundaries and my marriage."

"Fine. Whatever you want." He sounds a bit defeated when he says it. "I don't feel like arguing."

Chloe groans "Damon, you can't honestly expect me to do this forever. And this whole thing you do, where you fantasize what won't ever fucking happen? It hurts. Because maybe some part of me does want what you do, but I can't commit to that."

"Why not?"

"Because I have a fucking life Damon. While you can fling to whoever and it'll stick like glue until you get bored, I have a husband who I happen to love, and two kids." She yells aggressively

"then what about me Chloe?"

"You? God Damon, I don't know. I have feelings for you. You make me upset, you make me cry. You make me happy. There's an assortment of emotions."

He nods his head and doesn't say anything, instead taking a seat in her studio and saying "Go upstairs and play house Chloe."

She doesn't feel like responding, so she leaves in a huff, her anger vanishing when she reaches the main level of her house, finding Ewan in the large living room- watching as May colored in one of her coloring books and then playing with Della as she crawled around for her stuffed animals.

The anger in her seemed to evaporate as she plopped down next to him, picking up Della and sitting her in Ewan's lap.

"They both look like you." She says observing their kids

"May has your nose." He notes, watching as their other child turned around at the mention of her name, dashing over and plopping down in Chloe's lap.

"I missed you." She coos, looking at both of her parents happily. Chloe grins, pressing a kiss to May's head as well as Ewan says "so did we jitterbug, it was so dull without you."

Dull is a new word and she sounds it out, before asking "dull?"

To which they explain in the most basic way possible, as sad.

Della wanted up, so Ewan picked their youngest up, scooping the baby into his arms and keeping a steady hand on her back while his other one rested on her bottom, her legs tucked against his chest and arm, head leaning against him.

It was adorable. And it was in moments like these, on the floor, that Chloe remembered why she loved Ewan. Or part of it at least. As he'd given her the children in front of her.

Within a few minutes, May is back to coloring and Chloe is holding Della, watching as Ewan flitted between outfits to wear out.

As he slides one of his new motorcycle jackets on- a recent present Chloe had bought him- he notices the formation of a rather new and purplish looking hickey on her neck.

He looks confused before laughing a little "Chlo, I don't remember getting that hard with you." She turns around, looking into the mirror and her cheeks turn a stark red. "That one might take awhile to fade."

She laughs a little, looking down at Della, to which he says "If I was that rough who knows, maybe we'll have another one on the way."

Chloe rolls her eyes. That was the last thing she wanted at the moment.

To actually get pregnant nearly a year after having her second child via surrogacy.
That sounded like a nightmare. And a level of stress she didn't feel like dealing with at the moment.

"I hope you're joking." She says

"Maybe, maybe not."

"You want more?" Chloe asks "Now?"

"Don't you?"

She sits down on the bed after setting Della down in the bassinet that sat in their bedroom and lays right down, sinking down into the mattress.

"Maybe later, when we're not so strung out and stressed. I mean god Ewan, you're filming so much this year. I don't think I could handle a 2 year old, a one year old and then a newborn by myself." Chloe says softly

He joins her on the bed, sitting next to her and examining her facial features slowly, eventually reaching out and tracing her hickey with his pointer finger. "I get it. I was just saying it and all."

He then kisses her gently before standing up again "Do you want to come out with me? The nanny is here, so the kids have a sitter."

Chloe ponders it, it would be nice to go out and have a drink, but then again, Damon Albarn was sitting in her studio. But then again- he knew that he wasn't supposed to leave.

She nods her head, making the decision that it would probably be better to grab drinks with her husband and friend rather than babysit a grown man in her studio.

Within thirty minutes, the two are off and out, unfortunately on one of Ewan's bikes.

She hated those damn things.

But whatever.