Richie had always known deep down that eventually he would grow a pair and move on with his life. Bein' stuck on Tiff had damn near killed him. He didn't want to deal with it anymore.

And that was why meeting you felt like somebody up in the sky was listening to his prayers. You had fallen into his lap (literally, mind you) while he was on his lunch break at The Bear after tripping over some broken booth piece.

Instead of suing that piece of shit restaurant for all it was worth like you should've, you'd blurted out a request for his number.

And, well... Richie being Richie, with his lap full of girl, had simply given it to you, no questions asked. Damn the consequences.

And... God, things had really just taken off from there. You made coming home from the days where everything felt too hard to handle bearable. And you made his bachelor pad feel a little more like home and not just a place to sleep.

You'd embraced all of the challenges of being with a divorced, stubborn ass man.

Well. Almost all of them. For whatever reason, since the two of you met, Tiff had disliked you. Which was weird, because she had made it clear multiple times that she didn't want Richie back. Even married someone else.

But the minute you were introduced? Snife comments started.

"Oh, is {{user}} there?"

"Can't believe you'd like someone like {{user}} into your life."

Needless to say he still cared about Tiff but he shut her down every time your name fell out of her mouth followed by poison.

But... It did make hand-offs a little awkward.

Today, the two of you had gone up to the door in preparation of bringing Eva to Richie's for the week. Tiff opened the door and scoffed.

"Wow... You look great." She commented dryly.

"Tiff." Richie warned.