"Silas said that they went to Wendy's. They'll be back in thirty minutes."

I laughed as Vincent's annoyance was clear as day reading that text.

"He fucking eats seven times a day," Vincent grumbled.

"You're both Vampires around the same height, but you can't eat as much. Why is that?"

Vincent shrugged. "You know how my parents had Vivian and me before my dad turned into a Vampire?"

"Yes."

"Turns out, he had chronic kidney disease. I don't know if Vivian has it, but I do."

I gasped in concern. "Vincent–"

"Yes, A'roya, I have it taken care of. Don't worry about me. I can lose a kidney if I need to."

I glared at him for not taking his disease seriously, and he only pecked my lips. "Exactly why I didn't tell you. I'm immortal. The only thing that could affect me is heart disease."

"What if–"

"Not possible."

"Vin–"

"No."

"You're infuriating. I'm only worried, old man."

Vincent glared at me. "A'roya." He said menacingly.

I giggled. "Calm down, big guy. I was joking."

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Jericho—well, Vincent sent money to Jericho to get me a baconator from Wendy's, and we got a ride to Kingston.

Our driver was a nice Jamaican man named Badrick. He let us listen to good reggae music, and he tried to sell us some weed, but only Vincent and Silas bought some, to my dismay. Khassy obviously didn't care if Silas smoked some weed, but Vincent shouldn't be.

He drove us to our resort, the Spanish court hotel, and we gave him a thousand Jamaican dollars as a tip.

When we checked in, the hotel workers told us we shouldn't go out of the resort. They have clubs, pools, beaches, and other touring activities within the resorts. Tourists are an easy target for robbers and pickpockets.

We also shouldn't drive or buy any weed from people outside the resort. People near the resort gates are trying to sell drugs and weed.

Nevertheless, we were still excited. We decided to hang out at the pool and go to the national gallery of Jamaica tomorrow.

Phoebe was tired, excusably so, so she went to take a nap, and Jericho went with her.

"Your daughter is so cute." I smiled, watching Elora help Finnegan's daughter, Reagan, swim.

Finnegan gave a jaw-dropping smile. "Thank you."

She was so bubbly and energetic, almost like Elora when we were kids, except with red hair. I hope they last. Her mom will love Finnegan, except for the fact that he's agnostic and not religious.

But, I mean, Vincent and Silas are atheists, so she'll be ok.

Reagan's mom had died back in Ireland after giving birth to Reagan. Finnegan said his daughter was just brought to his doorstep, 'shipped' to him from Reagan's grandmother, with a note that said her daughter was hit by a truck, she didn't survive, but her baby did, and she wanted nothing to do with her granddaughter.

Finnegan made sure he wasn't being scammed into taking care of another person's child and got a DNA test to confirm Reagan was his daughter....he doesn't remember her mother, though, as their one-night stand was back in Ireland.

It's been four and a half years, and Reagan's grandmother seems to have kept her word. She wanted nothing to do with her. Finnegan doesn't seem to give a fuck. He doesn't even remember the woman's name.

Elora did not seem like the motherly type, and she's not, but she's handling Reagan so well.

"Vincent, isn't she cute?"

Vincent nodded. "Yea, she looks like you."

Finnegan chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. I can't remember what her mother looked like."

Silas chuckled. "You can't remember your baby's mom?"

Finnegan shook his head. "It was five years ago, a one-night-stand, she didn't contact me afterward at any time, and I left Ireland and was known of Reagan when she was nine months old. I think she has red hair?"

Silas laughed. "Oh shit, that's funny."

"It's not more concerning," Khascian said.

Finnegan shrugged. "It's not my fault; she probably couldn't remember me either. I don't know how her mother found me."

I laughed as well, to Khascian's dismay. "I hope you won't forget Elora."

"Not possible." Finnegan smiled.

Khascian and I cooed at his loving smile. "Calm down. It's not that serious. Y'all act as if love isn't normal."

I glared at Vincent as Finnegan chuckled lightly.

"Way to kill the mood, Vincent." Silas teased.

"Fuck yourself, Silas." Vincent mocked back.

"Jesus," Khascian rolled her eyes as the men began to banter.

"Daddy! Daddy! Ewora taught me how to swim!" Reagan ran over to Finnegan.

Elora laughed, drying her wet hair. "Yes, you did very well, girl. It took me several months."

"Mhm," I grunted. "Better than me, it took me some years, and I still can't even float."

They all started laughing. Reagan just joined in because toddlers like to do that sometimes. I don't know why. It's not like she understood the context.

"Damn, A'roya, it must suck to be you." Vincent mocked.

I glared at him. "Come find out."

"Alright then,"

I furrowed my brows until I realized what he was doing when he abruptly picked me up.

"Vincent!" I yelled as the rest of them laughed and cheered. "I double dog dare you if you–"

Vincent threw me in the pool. Luckily it was four and a half feet but still. When I came up, Vincent was laughing, and I mean knelt down, head on the floor with hand on stomach type laughter.

He looks like a teenage boy that had just done something stupid.

But no one agreed that he did a shitty thing because they were all laughing, including Reagan, and I'm pretty sure she understood the context this time.

"Vincent, when I catch you on their streets, when I catch you, ohh," I growled out. "You won't be laughing anymore."

It only made him laugh even more.

I got out of the pool and went to grab my towel in shame. "It's not that fucking funny. He tossed me in a pool! Haha." I grumbled.

"You don't understand," Elora wheezes. "He didn't toss you. He threw you like a football. You did a three-sixty twirl before diving."

Everyone laughed again, faces red and hard of breathing.

"You looked like a bawerina in the air!" Reagan said in awe, which made everyone cackle. I ain't never seen any of them laugh like today, and it's because of my downfall that they're so happy.

"All of you, go fist yourselves."

It didn't do any justice to the laughter. People started staring because of how loud they were getting. I'm just glad no one has come up to me to ask if I was ok.

"Excuse, ma'am, are you ok? We saw you fall into the pool quite hard?" Another visiting person from the resort asked.

Spoke too damn soon.

I groaned, walking away as the laughter gained more strength, like how long and hard can y'all fucking laugh? It's not that deep, fuck.