AUTHOR'S NOTE: Had some fun writing this chapter, hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you for reading :) Let me know your thoughts if you have a moment, if not just thank you for your time. Means a lot.

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After sleeping over again, Rod awoke to the smell of eggs cooking. Sitting up in Allen's bed with a big stretch, he had his eyes shut still groggy. Upon opening them, his boyfriend stood in the doorway of the room, smiling. Rod gave a small wave and Allen approached.

"Good morning, Handsome."

Placing a kiss to Rod's cheek, Allen ran his fingers over the naked edge of his shoulder. Rod laughed as Allen's mouth then moved down to his neck, kissing there too.

"That tickles, Allen."

"Does it?"

"Mmhm."

Allen kissed him again, chuckling in amusement as Rod squeaked and pulled away. Climbing over Rod a bit, the redhead began sucking on the ticklish skin, pinning down his boyfriend playfully with his body. As Rod began to grow flustered at the compromisable position Allen backed off, pulling Rod to scoot off the bed.

"Come on, I have breakfast for you. "

"I can smell it." Rod told him, hugging Allen as he was pulled to stand.

Wrapping his arms around Rod, Allen rubbed his hands over Rod's underwear clad backside. Another kiss was placed on him, this time on the forehead. Over the rim of his glasses, Allen looked down at him.

"Come get some, while it's still hot."

Sitting at the table, Rod was served a plate with eggs, toast and potato pancakes. His eyes widened at the large portion as Allen turned to get him a something to drink. Cups already on the table, Allen grabbed the cartons of milk and juice from the fridge. Allen poured his boyfriend a cup of milk.

"Maybe I wanted orange juice." Rod teased him.

"Yeah?" Allen instigated, giving Rod a look as well as a smirk. "Did you want your ass slapped too?"

"Not in particular...but I guess there are worse things."

Allen laughed, putting the milk carton down and taking a seat as he poured himself some juice.

" I know you like milk better with breakfast." he said to Rod, raising his eyes from his glass to see him. "Giving me a hard time though, Silly."

"Fair is fair."

"Like you really care when I tease you."

Going about eating, Rod complimented Allen on his cooking. Of course, Allen ate up the praise, smiling around his fork at him. When done eating, Rod insisted on helping Allen clean up the kitchen. Bumping Rod's hip with his own, he went about washing the dishes as they stood at the sink.

"I'm going to take a shower when we're done." he informed Rod as he passed him a dish to dry. "You should call your mom."

"Eh..."

"What is it?"

Setting the dish aside, Rod took another from Allen.

"Mom always wants me to come home when I call..."

"What's wrong with visiting?" Allen reasoned. "It's just your mom, she loves you."

"Yeah but whenever I'm home she harps on me about getting married and having kids. "

Allen nodded, going silent. They carried on doing the dishes, Rod giving Allen a sideling peek worriedly. Rod's sidelong peek was then met with a side glance from Allen and Rod coughed nervously. Allen leaned over to rest his head against Rod's in an affectionate manner.

"Are you scared of your mom, Rod?" He asked him. "Or are you scared of what she'll think?"

"I just don't want to break her heart...she always got so sad when I told her I wasn't ready to get married. She wants grandkids, I'm an only child...and..."

"And now you're with a man?"

Rod nodded, somewhat guiltily.

"She loves you." Allen assured him. "She loves you, that's all that matters."

"I know...I just feel bad."

"Well I don't think you should feel bad."

With puppy dog eyes, Rod looked at Allen for an explanation because he did in fact feel bad. Very bad, horrible even.

"You shouldn't live your life scared of what others are going to think or say. It's a waste." Allen consoled him, turning off the faucet as Rod dried the last dish in the sink. "Mothers tend to be a bit overbearing anyways, that old 'whining and pining for grandkids' is an age old cliché."

Allen took brief breath, sighing.

"It happens, the trick is to stay true to yourself. Don't hurt those you made promises to because of a motherly cliché." He explained, mouth tightening as bit before addressing Rod once more. " Marriage and children aren't exclusive to just men and women, people seem to forget that."

The silence that followed was notable. Rod didn't know how to approach it so Allen followed it up with a suggestion.

"You should call your mom, you're not winning yourself any points shying away from the phone."

"...Could I call after we take a shower?"

Xxxxxx

"E-Easy, Allen! Take it easy!"

After being slammed up against the shower wall firmly by the hips, Rod pleaded with his boyfriend. Buttocks squished against the steam warmed tiled surface, Rod slicked wet hair out of his face while he watched on helplessly as Allen dropped to the balls of his feet. Hands on Rod's hips, Allen kissed along the underside of his shaft.

"You know I can't help myself." the redhead purred, beginning to suck the velvety skin leading to Rod's now swollen tip. "Not with this."

"I can't help it if I'm hard! It's your fault! You bent over!"

"No need for the blame game."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Allen began licking around Rod's cock. The culprit of their situation a foot away from them near the drain, a dropped bar of soap. Rod eyed it for a second, caught amazed at Allen's stunt. Before he could call his boyfriend out on it, Allen was already talking.

"Regardless, I'll be taking care of it. How could I leave you like this?"

Leaning forward, Allen took Rod in mouth. First few inches past his lips, he began to bob back and forth. Rod anticipated full engulfment, only to be blindsided by the oral teasing. Taking a deep breath from his nose, Rod shudderd as Allen's tongue resumed it's path around his twitching cock. His hips threatened to buck as Allen then plunged forward another inch, making his member just barely graze the tight hot heat of his boyfriend's throat.

"Nng!" Rod whined, grasping at the slick wall for foundation but to no avail. "Allen...Come on."

Allen carried on what he was doing, sucking inches away from Rod's base. He made a show of dragging his tongue along the length before pulling off and repeating the action, this time licking the entire length.

"Awfully mouthy as of late, aren't you?" Allen teased him, looking up and giving a coy look of approval. "What happened to my shy little Rod, hm?"

Actually still too shy to respond, Rod turned pink in the cheeks. Allen held eye contact, smirk donning his lips before he dipped forward again to relieve Rod of the aching hard on he suffered from. When he plunged down on Rod's full length, the copper haired male groaned in rapture of the wet heat surrounding him. The hands rested on his hips squeezed firmly, roaming behind him to his tightened buttocks.

They were massaged and Rod thought nothing of it in the midst of the blowjob he was receiving. Then a finger was sliding up past the cheeks, slipping between them. The very tip of a finger began pressing in to his entrance and Rod moaned at the unexpected penetration that followed. Slowly, Allen drew his finger in and out, playing with the tight orifice.

"Allen! Allen!" Rod yelled out, beginning to rock back and forth between the mouth and finger he was trapped between. "Take it e-easy...please-ah! Allen!"

The finger inside Rod dove deeper, beginning to poke and prod Rod's prostate as he was victim to the rocking momentum of his hips. His movements impaled Allen's finger repeatedly, making the breath in his lungs catch in his throat while both his sensitive organs were ravished.

Sucking with buccal muscles pulled in tightly, Allen kept Rod pinned between his actively working mouth and finger, adding one to join the other moments later. Legs shaking, Rod struggled to stay standing at the excess in attention he was receiving. The hand still on Rod's hip held him with increased grip, keeping him standing.

Head falling back against the shower wall, an almost pitiful sound left his lips in the wake of his sprouting orgasm. The muscles of his stomach quivered, his thighs and ass clenching as Allen took him fully down his throat and stayed there. Hips still palpitating, Rod nearly screamed as he unconsciously rocked in to Allen's mouth.

"I'm-" he began, voice strained until he felt the lips at the very base of his cock tighten. "AH!"

Right down Allen's throat he ejaculated, the redhead taking it with full composure. He swallowed around Rod's cock before pulling off. Chin tilted out and pressed in to Rod's abdomen, Allen looked up at Rod whom still was nowhere near recovery.

As Rod panted, attempting to properly breath, Allen ran a finger idly up along his thigh. He traced around the muscles, down to his knee and back up. Rod wiped water from his face, still panting. He twitched his knee as Allen traced it.

"Does it still hurt at all?" Allen asked him, curiously and with distraction.

"It feels o-okay...phew. I'm still out of breath."

"You are, mmm."

Allen's eyes darted down between Rod's legs where he was still erect despite his orgasm. Licking the seam of his lips, he brought a hand down between his own legs. While Rod was distracted, Allen licked him again before resuming his oral attentions to him. Rod roused from his orgasmic fog, almost wheezing at the feeling of Allen's mouth back on him.

"Woah-hey!"

After getting his hand batted away, Rod was back to being pinned against the tile wall with one hand on his hip. Rod tipped his head down to see Allen work, spotting the hands he had between his own legs. As admittedly aroused as he felt seeing it, he felt a twinge of jealousy.

"I can do that for you..." Rod spoke up, almost hesitantly. "...You don't have to do all the work."

Releasing Rod for a moment, Allen bit the skin of his thigh. Rod yelped and Allen kissed where his teeth had marked him.

"It isn't work if I'm enjoying myself." he corrected Rod. "Now relax."

The hand between Allen's legs resumed a steady pace, running up and down the shaft as he occupied his mouth. Rod, although melting under Allen's ministrations, watched on longingly as his boyfriend tended to his erection with his own hand. Somehow even while aroused by the sight and being serviced, he felt left out.

He opened his mouth to speak up but shut it, groaning as Allen resumed his deep throating. Around Rod's dick, Allen gave a groan, the slick sound of flesh being repeatedly stroked growing louder over the sound of running water. The quicker Allen's hand moved, the quicker his mouth moved. Soon Rod was climbing towards another release, eyes glued to Allen's hand.

Reaching down, Rod took hold of the hand on his hip, squeezing it as he struggled to breath. Allen squeezed his hip in response along with the hand on his cock squeezing himself tighter. Rod's mouth fell open, his stomach fluttering in anticipation. Eyes half lidded, he swallowed heavily as Allen began rubbing and tugging with firmer movements; pulling on his member rhythmically meanwhile his breathing became more ragged .

Pelvis seizing with a singular thrust, Allen's release shot from him. The warm milky substance fell to the shower floor, some landing on Rod's shin. The heat skimmed his skin and Rod relinquished his control to Allen once more, losing his seed to the redhead's mouth. Allen pulled away, rubbing Rod's hip briefly before swallowing.

"I could taste it that time."

"…?"

Allen wiped at the corners of his mouth before getting up off his knees to stand. He kissed Rod's head before getting the previously dropped soap that put them in the predicament to begin with.

"You didn't just shoot down my throat that time, so I could taste it."

Back to Rod, Allen resumed washing himself. He ran the bar of soap over his chest, bumping his rear back in to Rod's crotch. He looked behind himself, sticking his tongue out a bit as he rubbed his cheeks in to Rod who's breath hitched at the contact. Feeling the hardening bulge grow again, Allen gave a quiet sound of acknowledgement before stepping forward and letting the soap fall again.

"Whoops..."

The hand still slick with soap suds wandered back behind himself, to his taut backside. Over his entrance he rubbed, soaping it up. One hand planted on the shower wall, Allen bent at the waist. A finger slipped inside and Allen wiggled his rear back and forth, very blatantly coaxing him forward with his body. Looking over his shoulder again, Rod was flashed a glimpse of a smirk.

Xxxxx

Dressed and lounging in Allen's room, Rod wasn't pleased when the topic of his mother was brought up again. After a bit of encouragement, Rod trudged downstairs with Allen. Behind the counter Rod sat, picking up the phone there with a small grimace. He pressed the sequence of numbers on the dial pad and sighed as the receiver began ringing.

"Hello?" A woman answered.

"Hi Mom..."

"Nuu Nuu!"

Rod made a face at the nickname coming from his mother's mouth. Right away Rod's mother began gushing, asking how he was and such. He was scolded for his lack of contact, Rod wincing. His mother finished her scolding as soon as she'd started, carrying telling Rod how happy she was to hear from him.

"Oh Rod, Honey. I take it you got the letter I sent with Nami?"

"Uh huh. Rusty won a festival, that's great." He told her, sincerely happy for his pet back home.

"Isn't it? Your father entered him and he won! You should come home to see him."

"Dad or Rusty?"

Rod's mom paused and laughed, telling her son how silly he was.

"Both I guess, Rod. Come see us all, it's been a while."

"I don't know, Mom..."

"Well why not?"

"I have a shop to look after."

Not letting Rod's excuse work, his mother encouraged him to come the upcoming weekend being he would be off work. Standing at the counter with his elbows propped up, Allen waited as Rod carried on the phone conversation. Rod looked glum.

"Yeah, I'll be there Friday afternoon." Rod assured his mother, catching Allen's attention with the statement. "I'll take the ferry outside of town...Allen? Yeah Allen's still here...I'm calling from his phone, actually."

"Oh, well tell him hello for me! He should come too, Nuu Nuu. I'm sure Nadia would love a visit from her son, also."

The phone call ended with Rod's mom hanging up first. Rod stared at the phone then put it back on the receiver.

"So we're both going back home for the weekend?"

"How did you-"

"Huh? You think I'm letting you go alone?"

"No I just- my mom just told me to tell you that your mom wants to see you too..."

Allen took the phone and began dialing. Rod assumed he was calling home, but he was calling the Inn. After speaking with owner, he was directed to Nami's room specifically. Allen received an annoyed greeting, Nami sounding less than chipper in every sense of the word.

"What is it, Allen?"

"You're such a joy, you know that, Sis?"

"It's like ten in the morning and I don't feel well. What is it?"

"Rod and I are heading back home for the weekend, just calling to let you know."

Xxxxxx

Bright and early, Rod and Allen sat on a bench of the ferry setting sail for their hometown. Their weekend bags rested at their feet, both looking to the sky and breathing in the ocean again as the ferry set sail. Rod held Allen's hand in his own, anxieties of returning home making him nervous.

"My stomach doesn't feel too great..."

"At least you're not Nami."

As if on cue, a loud retching came from behind them. Not needing to turn around, Allen and Rod knew Nami was bent over the rail of the ferry, throwing up whatever she'd picked at for breakfast. She groaned irritably and Rod glanced behind himself worriedly.

"Nami, are you sure you're okay?"

"This flu is kicking my ass." she muttered. "Ugh."

Allen looked to his sister and shook his head.

"I told you to stay at the Inn if you were so sick, you didn't have to come. Mom would have understood. You were literally just home before coming to see me."

"I was home for a day, Allen. I just got back from traveling." Nami told her brother, fighting to keep her gag reflex in check. "Plus, I don't really think I should be left alone like this, I really don't feel well."

"When we get Home you need to sleep."

Nami heaved again, throwing up over the railings. Face ghastly pale, she emptied her stomach of it's contents until she was left to dry heave. Rod excused himself and went below the deck, leaving Allen with Nami. Looking at his sister, Allen watched her with a frown on his face. When Rod returned, he had a small plastic bag in his hands.

"The shop didn't have any flu medicine...but I got you some wet naps and ginger ale." He explained to Nami, handing her the bag. "I hope it helps for the time being..."

"Thanks Rod" Nami croaked, holding her stomach with one hand as the other held the railing. "Oww, fuck."

"Maybe you should sit down..."

Taking the tube of wet naps out of the bag, and the bottle of ginger ale, Rod suggested Nami hold the bag incase she feel sick again. Bringing her to sit at the bench again, Rod placed the ginger ale in Nami's carry-on bag as she took the wet naps from him to wipe her mouth.

The ferry docked at their destination hours later, Nami having been too sick to her stomach to even nap. The entire ride Rod fussed about her well being, nervous. Oddly enough, Nami wasn't mad. Knowing his sister to not like attention, Allen noticed her behavior. Noting to himself that something was definitely wrong, he helped her off the ferry and on to a bus to their town.

On the short bus ride there, Nami sat with her head between her knees, nausea taking its toll on her again. Rod rubbed her back, Nami becoming increasingly fatigued. By the time they arrived at their final stop, Nami was too tired to carry her own bag. She hefted it up and almost fell, Allen catching her. Rod took the bag from Nami and off the bus they went to their neighborhood in search of Rod's house.

Xxxxxx

At the door to his home, Rod rung the doorbell. He heard feet moving around then someone was approaching the door. He heard the latch to the peephole being opened then the lock being lifted. He looked behind himself at Nami and Allen, the latter of the two holding his fatigued sister up. When turning back around, the door was being opened.

"SURPRISE!"

The den to his home was filled with neighbors and family friends, all of whom yelled with Rod's appearance. Unlike most people, Rod reacted less positively than his mom wished. He smiled nervously and waved to the group, entering the home with Allen and Nami in tow.

"Welcome home, Nuu Nuu!...What's wrong?"

"I don't like parties, Mom..." Rod answered his mother, looking around as everyone resumed going about the activities. "Why did you throw one?"

"Because we're celebrating Rusty's win, you raised him. I'm also just happy you're home, Rod."

Rod's mother gave him a hug then spotted Nami as she entered with Allen. Instead of greeting them, she made a sound of surprise. The small, blonde haired woman with blue eyes rushed over to Nami and touched her pale cheeks.

"Oh my word, you look awful!" she exclaimed, looking around frantically. "Nadia! Your children are here!"

Allen's mother came around the corner to greet her children only to react just as Rod's mother had. She hurried over to her daughter, taking Nami from Allen's arms where she once leaned. The slender red haired woman fretted over her daughter, touching her damp forehead.

"Nami, you look ill." She observed, frowning. "You should go home and lie down, Sweetheart."

"Mom I don't need to go home, it's fine. I just need to sit down."

"But you may be running a fever."

Nami insisted she had no fever and went to sit in the living room. Rod's mother took her son in arm and brought him to say hello to everyone. Nadia hugged Allen in greeting, questioning him about his sister. Allen relayed that Nami wasn't feeling well, leaving out that Nami stated she'd come down with the flu.

Rod was toted around, saying hello to various people he was already acquainted with. They congratulated him on Rusty's win and then a tall, orange haired man with features the same as Rod's came walking over with outstretched arms.

"Rod, my boy!"

"Hey Dad..."

"Give your ol' dad a hug!"

Giving his father a hug, Rod looked around his torso and spotted Allen. The redhead watched the two before realizing Rod was looking back at him. Smiling faintly, Allen wiggled his fingers at him. Pulling out of the hug, Rod was ready to escape and find recluse in Allen's presence but his mother was toting him away again.

Xxxxx

"Hey Nami, you okay?"

Sitting on the couch, Nami was approached by a brunette haired male. Dressed in blue jeans and a loose beige shirt, he stood over Nami who scowled upon seeing him. He rubbed his long cropped brown hair, recoiling at Nami's expression.

"What's it to you, Jack?"

"I'm worried?" the brunette reasoned, nervous smiling faltering under Nami's avoidance of eye contact. "I haven't heard from you since...since um.."

"Since you telling me about that rundown farm your Dad left for you in the middle of East Bum fuck nowhere?"

Nami rolled her eyes at Jack's silence. She turned her head to look at him, making her annoyance very clear. Jack averted his eyes uncomfortably before speaking up again.

"So how was that trip you took?"

"It was fine."

"Bring back anything interesting?"

Without a word, Nami stood up and walked away.

Xxxxxx

"Rod, this is Lumina. Say hello, she's a friend of Jack's."

"Our neighbor Jack? The one who moved?"

"Yes, dear. He came to visit and brought this lovely friend of his with him. Now say hello, you're being rude. "

A petite, fairly average girl with brown hair and eyes stood before Rod. She smiled softly and brought her hands together, clasping them behind her back. The orange scarf around her neck stood out in contrast to the bright white collared shirt she had on, the freshly ironed garment set atop of bright blue jeans.

"Hello...it's nice to meet you."

"Like wise." The young woman confirmed, looking away shyly. "Jack says you have lots of animals too, is that true?"

"Yeah, they're pets though..."

Piping in again, Rod's mother encouraged Rod to go show her his horse. Not being given the option to decline, he was being shoo'd off to show Lumina the stable. Lumina followed behind Rod, quiet as a mouse. Rod was thankful, although his nerves gnawed at him. His mother was back to her antics.

"This is Rusty, you can pat him if you'd like. He likes that...so uh, go ahead. If you want to, I mean."

In the stables, Rod rubbed Rusty's head as he lowered in for his master. Lumina looked on, but didn't pat the horse.

"Auntie Romana says it's best to look at animals and not touch them...she likes to pet the cats though."

"Oh...cats are nice. They like to be pet just like other animals." Rod explained, lamely.

He cleared his throat.

"Like I said, you don't have to pet Rusty if you don't want too. It's okay."

A moment of silence passed and Rod spoke up, trying to fill the silent void.

"So, you're not from around here?"

"Mm, nope. I live with my Auntie Romana in the could change though, of course."

"Did your Aunt have a reason for telling you to come here with Jack? I mean no offense, it's just..."

Lumina tipped her head from one side to the other, swaying on her feet a bit in thought.

"It's alright. Auntie told me to come here because you were here. Your bachelor ad was very nice... Auntie liked it and called. Jack so happened to know your mom and the area so we-"

"Wait, bachelor ad?"

Blinking in confusion, Lumina paused. She looked to Rod, not understanding where the miscommunication was. She eyed him closely, wording her question carefully.

"You placed the ad yourself. Did you not?" She questioned him.

"What are you talking about?"

Xxxxx

After discovering his mother had taken her unwelcome intervention of his love life a step beyond what was the norm, Rod escorted Lumina back to the house. The small woman was downhearted upon finding out what had happened, nearly embarrassed at the misunderstanding. Rod hadn't a clue he was a candidate for arranged marriage, or that Lumina had been his bride in question.

Lumina went off in to the house and Rod struggled to catch his breath, his body trembling at what had transpired. He rubbed his hair before deciding he need fresh air again. Doing his best to avoid being spotted by his mom, he booked it for the back porch. When closing the door behind himself, he stood at the ledge and looked over the large yard. No peace came to him, and he groaned to himself.

"I can't believe this..."

"What are you groaning about?"

On the long love seat style swing Rod's mother had on the porch lay Nami. On her side, she cracked her eyes open to see Rod a rather uneasy mess. Rod jumped at her voice, turning around swiftly.

"I didn't know you were there. You scared me...why are you there?"

"I needed somewhere to lie down...the party's getting to me." She told Rod, her voice dropping bitterly. "Your mom sure knows how to pick the guest list."

"You're telling me."

"What?"

Dropping his comment, Rod went over to Nami. Very cautiously he touched her forehead and Nami sighed, surpsing Rod who half expected to get batted away roughly.

"Both your mom and mine already checked me for a fever, I don't have one."

"Isn't a sign of the flu a fever though?"

"I guess I got lucky."

Nami tried rolling over in the swing but grunted in discomfort. Rod watched her struggle before gently trying to still the swing as it began to rock and make Nami's uneasiness worse. The red haired young woman used all her might to calm her stomach before she ended up dry heaving again, and when calmed Rod helped her sit up.

"You should go home and sleep."

"I don't think I can make it there. I'll pass out. I should have gone when my Mom offered to take me."

"Then you can nap in my room, come on".

Weaving through attendants at the party, Rod led Nami out of the main floor and up the stairs. The second floor was far more quiet, the party confided to just the floor beneath it. The door to Rod's room was opened and Nami allowed him to guide her in. Rod pulled the sheets back and gently helped Nami lower herself to lie down.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Rod balked at the demanded question. Nami spoke up right away, aggravated.

"Go away, Jack."

"So you won't even talk to me but you're in here with him?"

"It's not what it looks like. And even if it was, it's none of your business."

Jack raised his hands a dropped them to his sides, eyes wide.

"It is my business, Nami. What the hell?" He retorted then jesturing to Rod. "And you? Really?"

Rod turned around and held his hands up defensively, trying to reason with Jack whom showed growing hostility towards them both. Violence wasn't a worry of his, having known Jack his entire childhood. But he did grow worried as Jack closed in. Nami sat up in the bed, annoyed that she had just laid down when Jack decided to cause a scene. Not to mention poor Rod was innocent.

"Rod's not my fucking boyfriend, Jack. Believe me, he's not exactly barking up this tree."

Rod feared for a moment Nami would out him but she didn't. She carried on spitting words venouously at Jack.

"Unlike you,you noisy mutt." she told him, glaring. "Just get out already, I don't feel well. That's why I'm up here!"

"If you're sick I'll take you to the clinic down the street!"

"I don't need your help! And I don't need you!"

Not knowing what to do, Rod sidestepped away. He ended up standing off to the side of his bathroom, the small door just a ways from his bed. Although uneasy on her feet, Nami stood up and jabbed Jack in the sternum with one finger.

"Go back to the Valley!" She yelled at him. "Your hand me down, excuse to get away from me, farm is waiting for you there."

"It's my father's! He died, what else was I supposed to do? Leave it there to rot?"

Jack was at his wits end so it seemed, grabbed Nami by the shoulders pleading with her.

"I told you nothing would change, I told you I'd be back. It's a farm, it's just for a little bit."

"No, it's just for a little bit before it becomes 'a little bit' more important than me. Just go back! Fuck you, Jack!"

Jack held Nami tighter as she tried pulling away.

"Nami!-"

"I don't want to hear it! Just go away! I-"

Speech having seized, Nami's stomach audibly churned. Rod knew exactly what had happened and opened the door to his bathroom, waving her in quickly. She bolted away from Jack and fell to her knees at the toilet. She wretched up whatever fluids she drank in his absence. Rod made a mental note to get her something else to drink, worried she'd dehydrate.

Jack stood at the door with Rod, watching as Nami heaved. Thinking Nami had dealt with enough for one day, Rod nicely asked him to leave for Nami's sake. Jack wouldn't go and that's when Allen walked in. He cleared his throat and both Rod and Jack looked his way.

"Jack, as her older brother I'm asking you leave." Allen stated, then geserured to Nami. " As you can tell, she's under the weather. You're not doing any favors raising a ruckus. Now go, the party's downstairs. Have at that, not her."

Jack was not the tallest man, but he was built bigger than Allen. Regardless, he left, undeniably intimidated by Nami's older brother's mean eye. Rod gave him a weak 'Hi Allen...' As the redhead closed in to peck him.

"Thank you for watching after my sister, Nuu Nuu."

"That's real cute." Nami deadpanned, clutching her stomach. "Take it outside."

"You know, you're awfully mouthy and moody for someone with 'the flu'."

Allen tapped his foot on the bathroom floor, standing behind Nami. She stiffened and began retching again. Watching her, he waited for a reply. There was none. He spoke up again and Nami snapped at him to get out, but he didn't.

"So..." Allen drawled as Nami carried on heaving in to the toilet bowl. "Anything you want to tell me, Sis?"

"Like what!?" Nami spat defensively.

Wiping her mouth, Nami whipped her head around to glare at her older brother. Allen crossed his arms.

"Should I be expecting a niece or a nephew?"