THIS CHAPTER WAS UPDATED AND PROOFREAD FOR TYPOS, GRAMMAR, AND PLOT/TIMELINE ISSUES AS OF 7/17/2020

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Upon returning home from the car ride that seemed to last for hours, but was actually merely twenty minutes, it had been enough to make Anslee just want to curl up in her blankets and sleep despite the amount of sleep she'd gotten in the hospital. Rachel had been at her side nonstop ever since they left the hospital room, her motherly instinct getting the best of her since she only wanted to make sure her child was okay. Though thoughtful, it had proven annoying to the teenager within minutes of exiting the hospital. May it be her independence, or something else, she just wanted it to stop and for the day to be over. Once inside her and Rachel's apartment, Anslee bee-lined straight for her room, wanting to avoid any type of conversation, but Rachel was quick to stop her.

"Ans, look honey, I know you're tired, but just one thing, well two. One, I'll wake you up around eleven tomorrow , I told your dad I'd drop you off at eleven thirty, not arguing you're going." she spoke, watching as the teen rolled her eyes in response, "And Harvey's staying the night."

"Oh good, try not to make too much noise," Anslee snickered in her mother's direction.

"Not appropriate," Rachel scolded her.

"Yeah ,yeah I'm going to bed," The girl laughed, turning towards her room.

"Eleven!" Rachel called after her.

"Uh-huh," the girl rolled her eyes before opening the door to her room. She strode across the smaller space and fell onto her bed, which in her opinion was way more comfy than the hospital bed she was in. She groaned to herself as she realized her mother still had her phone. At this point she wanted to check it to make sure she hadn't missed anything. But now she was too tired to even get up and ask for it. Anslee sighed and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

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Eleven AM came sooner than it should have in Anslee's opinion, it was probably just the sheer fact that she didn't even want to go to Bruce's in the first place. But, she only did it because it kept Rachel happy and sane.

"Anslee, sweetheart you gotta get up, we have to be at your dad's soon," Rachel's voice hung in a sweet tone as she gently shook the teen, coaxing her to wake up.

It had only taken a few seconds before Anslee let out an agitated groan as she stirred, her head pounding worse than it had the night before. The brunette sat up groggily in her bed, wrapping her blanket around herself as she glanced on the clock on her desk across the room. "You told me you'd wake me up at eleven, it's ten thirty," she whined as she looked at Rachel with a frown.

The mother offered the girl a little bit of sympathy as she placed her hand on her daughter's cheek, "I know, sweetheart, but Harvey made breakfast and I wanted you to eat something before we left, so up and at em'. Make sure you have a bag packed for your dad's too," Rachel spoke, removing her hand from Anslee's face and turning towards the door to leave.

Anslee rolled her eyes before falling backwards onto her pillow. Big mistake. With her head aching from the night before, it began to pound harder. She groaned once more, "It's just one weekend Ans, two nights, he'll take you to school Monday morning and you won't have to deal with him for another two weeks," She muttered to herself as she stared up at the ceiling. With a grimace etched on her face, she got out of the bed, feeling a body-wide ache as she stood up. Ignoring the pain, she proceeded to the apartment kitchen where she smelled the sweet essence of food in the air. Upon walking in, she saw Harvey with a pan in his hand, an egg in the pan.

"Morning Ans," she blonde smiled at her.

"Morning Harvey," the seventeen year old responded as she moved past him, offering a small smile as she opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. As she shut the fridge and turned round to reach for a glass from the cupboard, Harvey stood with a tall glass in his hands.

"Your mom told me the doctor said no high reaching with your shoulder," He smiled.

Anslee snickered, taking the glass from him, "Thank you," she smiled back at him as she took the glass from him and set it on the counter behind her. As she unscrewed the cap from the carton, she heard Harvey speak.

"You and your dad got anything planned for this weekend?" Harvey asked as he scrambled the egg in the pan.

The teen poured the liquid into the cup, letting out a laugh, "Harvey in all the months you've known both me and my father, do you really think we have something special planned this weekend?"

"You are very correct, just trying to lighten the mood." Harvey returned the chuckle.

"Your efforts are much appreciated, but nothing can lighten the mood when it comes to Mister Bruce Wayne, playboy, millionaire, philanthropist, he's made it quite obvious he's got much better things to do than hang out with his seventeen year old daughter," Ans rolled her eyes before taking a drink of her orange juice, raising both her eyebrows.

"I feel like we've been through this before," Harvey turned to smirk at the girl.

"Every time before I leave for my dad's, now excuse me while I go add a tally to the number of times we've talked about this," she smiled, setting down her glass before heading back towards her room.

"Ha ha, very funny," Harvey spoke in a sarcastic tone as she watched her go back to her room.