It's been a few months since Dani's father has passed. Morgan has a music video to shoot today and he's invited Hardy, who's still living with them, and Dani, to get her outta the house. She looks down at the outfit the stylist has her in, a red bikini top and a pair of short cut offs. Morgan is in a blue button down with denim shorts and Hardy's wearing a navy shirt with fish hooks or bobbers on it, also a pair of shorts and a red hat. The three are barefoot.

She gets to sit on a boat in Orange Beach, Alabama with her fiancé and best friend. Morgan is standing at the front end while Hardy and Dani are chilling together, laughing quietly together. He hasn't tried to make another move on her since the funeral, she's still healing. They clink their yellow labeled Shiners together as Morgan is filming with the two tall guys from Florida Georgia Line. Hardy puts his arm behind her as he leans in close to whisper in his ear. Morgan watches, feeling a pang of jealousy as she laughs.

She smiles and shakes her head as she leans back and crosses her legs, smiling at Morgan who nods back. The owner of the boat takes them out into the water and anchors it in the middle of the gulf. She's honestly glad to be out of the house, watching Morgan do what he does best; socialize, drink, and sing. She giggles as he dances, raising her Shiner Bock to him as he mirrors her. The director yells cut and Morgan hops down to sits between her and Hardy, his arm around her. "How ya doin' baby?"

"I'm having fun." She smiles. "Hardy's been tellin' me all 'bout the writin' process."

"What're you tellin' her?"

"Just the truth." He says as he pushes Morgan's head playfully before the two guys get up and start chatting with the director.

Dani takes a sip from her beer as one of the guys from Florida Georgia Line comes up to her, offering her a bottle with the words Old Camp on it. "Loosen up, darlin'." He says in a thick southern accent. "Who're you here with?" He asks, sitting next to her.

"Morgan and Hardy." She says, taking a gulp of the drink, scrunching her face up from how sweet it is. "What is this?"

"Peach Pecan Whiskey." He responds, taking a swallow from it. "I'm Brian."

"Dani." She smiles, shaking his outstretched tattooed hand.

"Y'know, this is my boat." He says as he puts his arm behind her, leaning closer, getting way too comfortable next to her. "And me and my buddy started this whiskey company." He holds up the bottle. Hardy glances back to Dani, elbowing Morgan to get him to look her direction.

"And I'm engaged." She says as she holds her hand up.

"To who?" Morgan stands in front of them. "Sup, Wallen? This is Dani."

"Yeah, I know. She's my fiancé." He responds calmly.

"No way- there's no way! I don't buy it." He scoffs. "She's too pretty to be with someone like you."

Daniella rolls her eyes as she stands and takes Morgan's hand, pulling him to the other side of the boat. "So, uh, much longer are y'all gonna be shootin'?"

"I think we're almost-" he's cut off by a kiss from her. She pulls him against her, her hands holding tightly onto his blue button up as one of his goes to her waist and the other grips the railing of the boat behind her. "Are you drunk?" He asks licking his lips, tasting that sweet whiskey. "How much have you drank?"

"I dunno. A few beers, like a couple of swallows of that whiskey." She hiccups out a burp. "I'm not drunk."

"Morgan!" The director calls for him.

He waves Hardy over. "Keep your eye on this little lady." She rolls her eyes as Hardy puts his hand on her shoulder to sit down on the side of the boat.

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Dani yawns as she flops back onto the hotel room bed. Morgan's taking a shower while Hardy is in the bed next to her. "So you guys gotta film some in the mornin' and then Morgan and the other guys film tomorrow night?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I got plans tomorrow while Morgan's filmin', wanna go with me?"

"Sure, I'll keep ya company." Morgan comes out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. "Are you tryna turn me on?" Hardy teases.

"I forgot you were staying with us." He says as he grabs some clothes from his suitcase. "Sorry." He returns to the bathroom, changes, then joining them again. "We gotta get up early, Hardy."

"Okay." He yawns. "How long are we shootin'?"

"A couple hours, probably." He says, climbing under the covers with his fiancé. "Talk to y'all in the mornin'." He mumbles as Dani cuddles up close to him. Hardy sighs, feeling incredibly single.

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Hardy smiles as Dani hops into a tattooing chair. She's getting another tattoo; it's for her dad. "So what're you thinkin'?" The artist asks with his iPad on his thigh.

"Well, my dad passed away and I wanted to get somethin' for 'em." She takes a deep breath, her hand going to Hardy's on her shoulder. "He was a veteran and a volunteer firefighter." Hardy squeezes her shoulder. "He just passed a few months ago."

"Sorry for your loss, darlin'." He says as he starts to sketch something up. They sit in comfortable silence as he finishes and prints some design out. It's the firefighter symbol with his name in it with couple things that John loved and a few flowers to make it more feminine for her. "Where at?"

"My left shoulder." Opposite from the one for her grandmother. "Please." She's instructed to take her jacket off, leaving her in her infamous black tank top, he tapes the strap down on her upper arm. He holds the needle against her skin, Dani grabs Hardy's hand to help calm her nerves as he starts tattooing.

After about an hour, it's finally done. She tears up at the sight of it in the mirror, wiping her eyes quickly. "Thank you." She grabs her purse. "How much do I owe ya?"

"Oh don't worry about it, darlin'." He says, taking his gloves off. "You've been through a lot, it's the least I can do."

"C'mon now." She huffs. "Seriously?"

He shrugs. "Get on outta here." He says, handing Hardy her jacket.

She slides a couple fifties onto his counter. "Thank you." She sighs as they leave.

Hardy puts his hand back on her right shoulder. "Amazing."

"What?"

"Your tattoo, it's amazing." She smiles as they walk back to their hotel room.

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Dani has fallen asleep with her head on Hardy's lap, The Office is playing on mute to keep it peaceful as he plays with her hair. It's almost four in the morning when Morgan finally joins them, totally trashed. "Hey y'all!" He shouts, waking Dani up.

"Are you drunk?" She mumbles, running her hand through her hair.

"Nope, I'm completely drunk." He trips over his foot and lands on the bed. "The guys from LGF took me out drinkin'." He grins. "Dani." He practically moans, pulling himself to lay in between her and Michael before practically shoving his friend out of the bed. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Morgan." His blurry, bloodshot eyes land on the bandage on her shoulder and tugs at it. She pushes his hand away. "Stop it."

"Whatcha got?"

"A new tattoo." He nods as he lays himself on top of her, she looks at Hardy who shrugs. "Let's get you into bed, baby." She points around for Hardy to help him into his own bed. His stomach gurgles and his eyes get wide. She shoves him back and quickly helps him to the bathroom where he vomits into the toilet. Dani sits on the edge of the tub while she rubs his back, sighing heavily.

Hardy stands in the doorway, his arms crossed as he shakes his head. "You're really gonna marry this?" He says over Morgan's groaning. She scowls at him as she keeps his hair out of his face. "The father of your future children." He rolls his eyes then walks away.

"Excuse me?" She follows him. "The fuck is your problem!?"

"He don't fuckin treat you well! He treats you like shit and you just go along with it!"

"He doesn't treat me like shit, Michael. God, what is your problem!?" Hardy grabs her arm and pulls her against him, kissing her hard. She shoves him away to smack him across the cheek. They glare at each other for a few long seconds before kissing again. He grabs her waist and sits her on the desk at the end of the room, kissing her neck while basically groping her, pulling her tank top down to expose her breasts. She shoves him away again. "I can't-" she's breathing heavily, fixing her top. "Not to Morgan."

Hardy scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Even after he treats you like this?"

"Why are you bein' like this, Michael?" She asks quietly, her hand against her chest.

"He doesn't treat you like I'd treat you. How many times has he made you cry?" She's silent. "He blamed the miscarriage on you."

"He was there for me when my dad died."

"He cheated on you."

"I cheated on him with you." She returns.

"He doesn't deserve you, Daniella!" He snaps. "You gotta be with me." Hardy's holding her face.

She pulls away and returns to the bathroom to check on Morgan, he's passed out on the floor. She sighs as she crouches next to him, brushing his hair back out of his face then taking his boots off for him. She grabs a pillow off the bed and slides it under his head before standing and returning to Hardy. "He's passed out."

"Imagine that." He spits as he sits on his bed.

Dani sighs, running her hands through her hair as she reaches back to her shoulder to take the bandage off her tattoo. "Thanks for goin' with me, really needed the moral support." He can't help but chuckle. "Do you really think he treats me bad?"

"He's passed out on the bathroom floor after partyin' with BK and Tyler, did you know where he was?"

She shakes her head. "I'm not his keeper."

"You're engaged to him. I think it's your right to know where your fiancé is at four in the mornin'. When you lost your baby, he yelled at you- blamed you-"

"Stop bringin' that up." She whispers. "Please."

"But he yelled at you, didn't he?" She doesn't look at him. "I was there for you the whole time-"

"'Cause you're my best friend." Hardy sighs. "And I love you but-"

"No." He says, standing in front of her, holding her jaw for her to look up at him. "No buts."

"He's my fiancé." Her voice is barely audible, Hardy shakes his head. He leans in and kisses her roughly, his hands sliding to her neck as she holds onto his wrists. He pulls away and climbs into his bed, setting his glasses on the nightstand between the beds and turns away from her.

Daniella sighs, checking in on Morgan one last time before she climbs into their bed and clicks the lamp off.

A few hours later, Dani is woken up by groaning. She looks around, seeing Michael still asleep, then heads to the bathroom. "Hey baby." She whispers to Morgan as he rubs his forehead, rolling onto his back.

"The hell happened last night?"

"Tyler and Brian took you out until 4 in the mornin'." She sits next to him with a cup of water and some extra strength Advil. "Then you threw up a few times before passin' out." He winces as he sits up and leans back against the tub. "You okay?"

"My back and my head hurts." He mumbles, holding his head in his hands. She gives him the Advil with water and he looks up at her, silently thanking her. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"Comin' back drunk." That's what he's sorry about? Being drunk but not for disappearing for six hours?

"Huh." Maybe Hardy's right, maybe he doesn't treat her right. "So are you done shootin?"

"I think so." He starts to stand, stumbling out to his suitcase to grab clothes so he can shower, then goes back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Mornin'." Hardy yawns, sitting against the headboard as he pushes his glasses on. She sighs in response, sitting next to him on his bed, stretching her legs out. He puts his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently. "You alright?"

"He's sorry for comin' back drunk. He didn't apologize for goin' missin' for six hours." She leans her head against the wall, Hardy pulls her against his side, rubbing her back. "Maybe you're right." He leans down and kisses her, she pulls away. "Stop doin' that." She sighs, sitting up. "I can't keep doin' that to him."

He rolls his eyes as he stands up to change his clothes. "You do whatever you want." Dani huffs as she lays back down, running her hand through her hair as she waits for Morgan to finish up in the shower so they can go back home to Tennessee.