"How are you?" I asked Jericho, watching him glare at the food given to him.

"I'm dying; look at the food that is given to me. I'm going to pay for the bill; at least ask me what the fuck I want."

"Jericho, this is healthy." Phoebe shrugged.

"Would you eat this?"

"No, I'm pregnant, so I can't."

"But it's healthy." He mocked. I chuckled as Phoebe glared at him.

"How was the therapist?" I asked.

Jericho rolled his eyes. "She's so annoying, god damn nigga. Why is she asking me if I have been diagnosed with PTSD before? Like I said, I was only diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. She asked me about four times."

"She wants to make sure you're not lying."

"Well, I'm not, and she should check for herself."

Phoebe glared. "Don't be difficult."

"Well, I'm going to therapy, aren't I? I must be very difficult."

I smiled widely. "Purr, self-aware queen!"

Jericho glared at me as Phoebe giggled. "You know, A'roya, I don't think I want to see your face right now."

"Well, too bad nigga. You gon see it."

Jericho sighed. "I don't want to see her again. I don't want to talk about my time in the navy; I think it's pretty apparent that no one has a good time seeing death." Jericho admitted. "I was never diagnosed with PTSD, but it worsened my anxiety; I was overdosing to make it go away. Phoebe made it better; in fact, she made it non-existent, but when she went through one of her own anxiety attacks, I was worried, I was scared, and I took extra Xanax to push my problems away to help her, she's carrying my child, and she's the love of my life."

Phoebe wiped the tears from her face. "But you did know it would affect you."

"I did, but I took that risk. It seemed to work out for me for a while."

Phoebe shook her head. "You have to get rid of all of it, and you need to do therapy. You can't do that again."

Jericho nodded his head. "Can I get a hug now?"

"No," Phoebe said.

I chuckled a bit. "You haven't touched him?"

"No, he needs to learn his lesson. If he was dead, this is how it would be."

"But baby–"

"Get well, Jericho. You'll be seeing your therapist every Friday after release."

Jericho groaned. "Can I at least touch your stomach?"

"No," Phoebe replied.

I laughed. "I'm glad to see that some part of you are doing well."

"I am too."

Jericho's eye widened. "Dad?"

I turned around and met with dark brown–almost black eyes. Dad looks terrible. Many sleepless nights for sure.

Our dad is a very tall man. He's six foot three. I used to think he was abnormally tall until I met Vincent. He's dark-skinned and looks terrifying, but he's a kind person.

I walked up to him and hugged him. "I missed you," I whispered.

He patted my head. "I missed the both of you very much. Phoebe called and told me what had happened."

"I'm fine now, dad." Jericho shrugged, but dad hugged him anyway. "Dad," Jericho whined. "I said I'm fine."

"I know, but you could've died, my son. Do you know how guilty I feel?"

"You don't need to; it's not your fault. I knew what I was doing."

"Then why did you do it." Dad cupped Jericho's face as Phoebe, and I snickered at him.

Dad's affectionate and Jericho's.....Jericho's Jericho. Looking at Phoebe right now, I think Jericho's very affectionate.

"Dad, I–I was living my life, and it was bothering me," he mumbled in annoyance.

I laughed as dad gave him a perplexed look but nodded anyway. "I understand, son, just try and get some rest, listen to your wife–"

"You're giving me the blessing to marry Phoebe?" Jericho asked, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Of course, you always had my blessing. Phoebe's a nice young woman; treat her well."

Phoebe smiled and hugged our dad. "Thank you, Mr. Belford!" She squealed.

Dad smiled widely. "Yes, yes, may your marriage succeed mine and be prosperous."

Jericho chuckled. "Thank you."

Dad nodded. "Your mother and I are getting a divorce. I have my green card, I have a job, and she can't threaten me anymore."

"Oh, hallelujah!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I have partial custody of your siblings. When I have them over, I'll call you over to come visit, as long as we are sneaky about it."

Jericho and I looked at each other and nodded.

"Who hit Lucky and White?" Jericho asked.

Dad sighed. "I came home to her beating them. I was too late; she was already beating them before, and they were bruised badly. After I threw her off them, she went over what they should say in court and threatened that they would never see me again."

"What about King and A'raya?"

"I have an idea," dad admitted. "I think King used A'raya's phone to call you and warn you, but your mother has a tracker on the phones, and she was furious at A'raya, but King took the blame. Lucky probably stepped in and took the blame as well. A'raya told me White had told your mother she wanted to live with one of you and that she didn't want to go to court,"

"So mother jumped on both Lucky and White," I whispered to myself, and dad nodded.

"I'm so sorry," Phoebe whispered.

Dad smiled, standing up. "It isn't your fault, Phoebe, though; your mother is searching for you everywhere. She said if you marry Jericho, she'll disown you."

Phoebe laughed. "Ok, tell her she should; all of my sisters are grown adults. They know where to find me."

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

"Vincent?" I sighed, turning on the lights. I didn't get a reply, so I assumed Vincent wasn't home. I walked into the kitchen, but I found only Loki. "You didn't leave me."

"A'roya, please,"

I screamed, clutching Loki hard enough for him to let out a strangled meow. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Loki," I said as I dropped him onto the ground.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "No one cares; move along, Loki."

Loki almost glared at Vincent before sauntering away somewhere.

Vincent's arms wrapped around my waist. "How was your day?" He whispered against my lips.

"Jericho and Phoebe are fine. Jericho's being his dramatic self; my dad came to the hospital, he's divorcing my mother, and he has partial custody of my siblings. I'll visit them then. Also, I want to file a police report on my mom and Derek for everything."

Vincent pulled away. "You don't have to worry about Derek." He mumbled, looking away.

"Vincent, what did you do?"

"Nothing, I took care of it." He said childishly.

I walked closer to him. "How exactly did you take care of Derek?"

Vincent sighed. "I killed him. I sucked him dry and gave him to a witch to experiment on."

I gasped. "Vincent! He has a mother; she'll be lonely–"

"Calm down, he has a daughter. All is not lost." He mocked. "That woman he cheated on you with had a child."

My jaw dropped. "Grace?! The pastor's daughter?!"

Vincent shrugged. "Yes, and since Christians–well, some Christians don't believe in abortion, she had to keep it, and they found Derek's mother. Derek didn't want his daughter, but his mother was happy and babysat regularly. I've been keeping tabs."

"What's the little girl's name?"

"Rosalee Foundler, she's a few weeks old."

"Aww," I cooed.

Vincent furrowed his brows. "Anyway," he derailed the conversation, pulling me closer to him. "It's been a while since I've been in your sweet body."

He was turned on, but I was confused. "Vincent, how you do just–?"

"Don't worry, just get on the kitchen counter so I can fuck you; then I'll take you to a police station."

I sighed, getting on the counter as if I didn't want him to fuck me up. I pulled my panties off and spread my legs wide. Vincent watched me with dark eyes; I love when his gray eyes turned dark.

"Touch yourself."

My eyes widened. "I–excuse me?"

"Touch yourself for me."

I sighed nervously, unbuttoning my dress shirt and removing my pencil skirt.

I do not know where my clit is, I don't know how Vincent found it, but I have no idea where or how to rub it to make it feel good.

So I closed my eyes and imagined Vincent pounding me to oblivion, forcing me to hold back my orgasm until he felt like allowing me to cum. I bit my lip, pushing a finger in as I gasped. "Vincent," I moaned softly.

I pushed another finger in, pumping in and out as I threw my head back. "Fuck," I gasped.

I felt myself getting closer, but my fingers couldn't reach the spot I couldn't reach the spot. I whined. "Vincent."

I opened my eyes and found his eyes intently on me; his pants strained as his cock tried to bust out his pants. "You need help?" He smirked, his voice a tad bit deeper.

I nodded eagerly, biting my lip. "Please, sir,"

He walked over to me in long strides, slapping my hand away and shoving his fingers inside me. "Oh, god!"

He cursed under his breath, pulling out and rubbing my pussy so fast my juices flew everywhere. "Oh, Vincent, please."

He quickly pulled his pants down, forcing his lips on mine as his dick pushed inside my hole. I moaned, throwing my head as he pounded me against the counter, his hand wrapped around my neck as he pushed me down and hammered into my tight hole, I knocked the plant down but I could care less when I'm being fucked by a god.

He turned me around, grabbing my hips and forcing himself inside me. "Vincent, Vincent! God! Please, Vincent!"

He pulled back and slammed back inside me, and he repeated the same thing, pummeling my g-spot as my mouth fell open, moans stuck in my throat as he rolled his hips against me. My moans grew louder as I neared my orgasm, rolling my eyes back.

"Vincent, Vincent!" I screamed his name like it was a prayer.

I shook underneath him, groaning as I creamed on his dick. "Oh shit, I need a shower."

Vincent chuckled. "I'm not done with you yet. Ride my dick, A'roya."

Vincent pulled me away from the counter, falling back on the couch with me on top of him. I positioned his dick underneath my entrance and sat abruptly, moaning at how deep how he was.

Vincent groaned, surprising me. "Move."

I bounced up and down on his cock, throwing my head back as Vincent forced my bra off and began to suck on my nipples, groaning as I increased my speed.

When I got tired, I switching actually humping him.

"Faster," he ordered.

I tried, but he only chuckled mockingly at me, grabbing my hips and forcing me down as he hammered into my pussy. My eyes widened as I choked on my moans, rolling my eyes back.

"Fuck! Vincent, please!" I sobbed.

He pounded into me from the bottom, and I completely lost it, squirting all over him as my eyes rolled back. It felt so good.

He continued his assault, chasing his release. "Fuck," he groaned as I clenched on him, cumming as he came inside me as well.

"We need to stop by CVS real quick," I whispered breathlessly.

"What?" Vincent furrowed his brows.

"I stopped taking birth control; I was allergic to that one. I have to find another one."

Vincent groaned. "You couldn't tell me this before?"

"You didn't ask." I shrugged, going to the bathroom to pee. Vincent came in just to narrow his eyes and glare at me.

"A'roya,"

"Vincent," I said back.

"Marry me."

I laughed, putting up my finger to show him the ring he had bought me. "Really nigga? While I'm peeing, plus, you already gave me a ring."

"Yea, but I didn't ask you, and I know you want it to be romantic."

"I'm on a toilet! We're just had unprotected sex, and I might get pregnant if we don't go to CVS, and you're proposing to me?" I laughed harder.

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Nevermind, fuck you, you have to marry me anyway."

I refrained from rolling my eyes and flushing the toilet. "Vincent, I love you, and yes, I will marry you."

"I already knew that."

"Cocky bastard," I grumbled.

"And you love it," he kissed my cheek. "Hurry up so we can go to CVS,"

I pouted. "No breeding kink."

Vincent glared at me. "Let's be serious."

I blew him a kiss, and he just continued to glare at me.