Hey! Sorry this is so late again, but I'm getting better aren't I?

I won't blab on, I just want to say a BIG thank you for all the AMAZING reviews you guys have sent me, I really appreciate them :) and that I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, because mybeta is taking her finals so she wasn't able to edit this chapter, even though she tried to :)

Okay, here you go...

I smirked at Adrian as he glanced up at me in confusion. Hey, I had to play the part, didn't I?

"That's for sleeping with my wife!"

After getting off the plane (which turned out to be the most dreary, boring and shitty plane ride I've ever had!) we caught a ride to our hotel, which Tasha had chosen.

The giant signs of the hotel flashed brilliantly, glaring down at us from above. It was such an extravagant sight; the lights, the pillars, and the gardens (which were also alight with, well, light), all so extravagant and expensive.

"I'm glad you're paying." Rose said as she stood next to me, also looking up at the entrance to the overly decorated hotel. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at her. Even at night, when it was dark and only the hotel lights to brighten things, I could tell Rose was tired. Not that it affected her appearance or anything, it's just that she looked exhausted, and even her personality seemed to be dropping on the attitude scale.

She wasn't nearly as sassy as usual, and almost always seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Of course you would be." I muttered. Tasha started walking towards the hotel when I reached out to softly grip her wrist. "Couldn't we go to a less expensive hotel?"

I had the money, if I didn't we wouldn't even be here, but I don't like splurging it on the luxuries of life when there were so many other things, more valuable- yet less expensive- things to smile about.

"Oh come on Dimka! We're in Hawaii! Let loose a little, have some fun!" I sighed but nodded, dropping my hand from her wrist into her own hand, squeezing it lightly.

We all went up to our respective rooms, agreeing to meet back down in the main hotel entrance later.

"Thanks for bringing me here Dimka," Tasha whispered in my ear, holding me close. She ran her smooth hands across my back. "I've never felt this loved before, I hope it's the same for you."

I wish I could say that it was true, and that Tasha made me feel so incredibly loved and special, but she didn't. Maybe it was just because my family, Rose and her kids, as well as Lissa and Christian, made me feel so special and loved, that I was just used to the feeling.

Her blue eyes gazed into mine, searching for my answer.

"It is, I've never felt this loved either," I lied, hoping she wouldn't notice. She gazed a little longer before breaking out into a smile.

"See, I can still tell when you're lying, and when you're telling the truth. I know you well enough to know that was the truth."

I had no time to think of what had just happened, because she had started pulling me out the door; I only just had time to pull it shut. Thank goodness for automatic locking.

"Took you long enough," Aisley muttered, looking so irresistibly cute in her little bathing suit. Everyone, as well as Tasha and I, were all dressed for the occasion, ready for a swim.

"Who wants to go swimming?" Tasha exclaimed excitedly to the children. They, however, didn't seem to replicate that feeling. I glared at Aisley and Michael, each of them rolling their eyes at me before fake smiling and yelling 'Me!'.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Who wants to start drinking?"

Adrian and Rose perked up, each exclaiming 'Me!' in a similar way to the children. And off we went to the beach, a six-pack cleverly hidden in my beach bag.

The waves were not existent today, the ocean water calm and quiet. It seemed to affect the visitors of the beach, because everything was so silent. Quite a change from my day to day life, and I was starting to think that maybe Michael's evil mind and it's plans could end up benefitting me anyway.

We set up a small sitting area, Rose and I, as Tasha and the kids ran off into the ocean for a swim...and Adrian. Well, Adrian was Adrian, he spent the good amount of time it took Rose and I, to set up the umbrella and chairs, staring at all the bikinis that walked past- as well as the bodies in them. He was such a perv, sometimes I can't even believe we're related.

"Look at that hot body," Adrian whispered, his eyes glued to a passer-by.

I gave her a quick glance, and she was pretty fine.

Okay, fine, I guess I can see the similarities between Adrian and I.

"You are both sick, perverted creatures." Rose muttered from her position on the beach chair. "Those poor girls don't come to the beach to be stared at and objectified."

I sighed, I knew Rose was right. I guess it was hard to get out of old habits. Adrian on the other hand, kept the argument- sorry, conversation going.

"Are you sure about that?" He argued, nodding towards a bunch of girls in much less than modest bikinis, giggling away.

Could they even be classified as bathing suits?

"Yeah well," Rose stumbled over her words. She knew he had a point, but was too stubborn to give up. "-maybe they're nudists?"

I looked at Rose in disbelief. Seriously? That's the best she's got?

"But their wearing bikinis..." Adrian exclaimed, obviously getting confused.

Rose pulled her sunglasses away from her nose, placing them on her head. She looked away from her book, and glanced up at Adrian. "Those aren't bikinis, that's just string."

And there's the comeback. I can't believe I even doubted her.

Adrian finally gave up, lying on the sand. Rose went back to her book, seeming quite satisfied with herself. I sat down beside Rose, on my own chair, closing my eyes and letting the sun do it's job.

A few minutes later, Adrian snapped up to attention.

"Oh dear lord," He muttered to himself, "You, Dimitri, are so freakin lucky,"

"What?" I sat up, looking at Adrian. He seemed to be ogling some other girl, in the direction of the ocean. I looked that way too, and was pleasantly, pleasantly, surprised.

Damn did I do well picking my girl.

Tasha was strutting out of the sea liked she owned the place, and I honestly had no doubt she could if she wanted to. She was gorgeous.

"Oh yeah, I'd make up a fake family for that," Adrian slapped me on the back in a congratulations kind of way, before returning to his gawking.

The two kids ran up the beach in front of Tasha, up to Rose. They were giggling and stumbling, sand sticking to their feet and legs.

"Mum, you need to come in," Michael panted out,

"Yes, Mother, you really must, the water is simply marvelous!" Aisley, gasped out, putting on this ridiculous British accent.

I looked at her as she stood there, gasping for air after the hour long session of swimming. Of course, they didn't go very deep into the water, only remaining at knee-length, splashing each other with the water and throwing around a soft ball that I had bought them from the shop in the hotel.

"What's with the accent?" I asked Aisley,

"Nothing much, I've just always wanted one, especially a British one," Aisley is really strange sometimes, but I guess kids can be.

"Okay then," I replied. Rose gave me a stern look, "What?"

"Don't look at my kid like she's crazy." she muttered, pulling Aisley onto her lap, "I think your accent is adorable, sweetheart."

"Tasha, you look gorgeous," I whispered into her ear, before quickly adding "-as always."

Tasha had woken me up extremely early, so about 9:00 am, to go for a 'walk through the wilderness', as she had put it. So, throwing on some clothes and being dragged out the door, I was now walking through the fancy hotel with Tasha. Now, keep in mind that we are still jet lagged, otherwise I would have been awake hours ago.

"Well, thanks handsome. But I wasn't trying too hard," I'd love to see her when she puts effort into her appearance then.

I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hand tiredly, while Tasha grabbed the other one with both of her hands. Yawning, I looked over at her.

"Where are we going exactly?" I asked as she lead me towards the reception of the hotel.

"I thought we'd go for a little swim,"

I brightened up at the thought, "You mean a skinny dip?"

"I'd actually prefer your bathers on," Another voice came into the conversation spontaneously, and I recognized the snarky voice immediately.

"Are you sure about that? I mean you've already seen what I have, you sure you don't miss it, Mia?" I replied, sarcasm dripping with every word. Turning around, I came face to face with Rose and her children, sitting on and standing around the plush couch.

She stood up, holding onto Aisley's hand. Her hair was, strangely enough, up in a pony tail, tiny braids mixing within the hair from the ponytail. She was dressed in gym shorts, a black T-Shirt and a grey jacket. Aisley and Michael were dressed similarly.

Okay, now I was doubting my jeans.

"Oh, you're right, I have seen it," Rose came closer looking up at me from her small height, "and I never want to go through that hell again."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered, my ego slightly deflated.

She smirked at me, reaching up to ruffle my hair. An awkward cough came from my side, and I suddenly realized Tasha was still standing there.

"Don't worry, she's joking," I winked to ease the tension, "-as you very well know,"

Tasha released a smile and started giggling as I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Mum, what do they mean?" I heard Michael ask Rose.

"Nothing, don't listen to a word they say," Rose glared at me, "Bad dad,"

I chuckled then wiggled my eyebrows at her too, "Don't I know it,"

Adrian decided that he wanted to make his fashionably late appearance, and came strutting down the hall towards us.

"And sleeping beauty awakens," Michael mutters to himself. Yep, definetely Rose's kid.

Adrian just rolled his eyes, collapsing onto the now empty couch. By the way he walked, he was definetely hungover.

Rose seemed to be thinking similarly. "How much did you drink last night?!" She exclaimed, hand on hip.

"Not that much," Adrian replied. He lay his head on the back of the couch, tiredly.

"Like I'm going to believe that! Your eyes are red, you're pale and you're stumbling!" Rose appeared to be pretty furious that Adrian would get drunk in front of her children.

"I wasn't stumbling," Adrian muttered, "that's just my swag!"

I can't believe we're related.

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