I sighed in pure aggravation as I sat on the bed. Gisele and Han were both asleep, but I couldn't find it in myself to sleep. Something was keeping me awake, and I couldn't remember ever having insomnia. I sighed and ran a hand through my black hair. I tried to remember the last time I got it cut, but couldn't, mainly because I was broke. Without thinking, I stood up and went into the kitchen, using my phone as a light.

I grabbed the ice cream tub and a spoon, deciding that if I wasn't going to sleep then I was going to eat ice cream until I couldn't eat anymore. I went into the bathroom, knowing I could be permitted more light if I did. I sat on the toilet seat, pulling my legs to sit under me and opening it up. I grabbed the headphones I had stashed in the bathroom and turned my music up in my ears. (Don't ask why I had headphones in the bathroom, because I don't even know why)

I sat there for a good while, eating from the thing of triple chocolate ice cream and trying hard not to feel bad for myself. It was like being miserable at a pity party that you didn't deserve. My phone went off and I glared as it said "Private" before answering it. "Hello?"

"Hello, Perizada. How are you this fine evening?"

"I was doing fine until you called. And it's actually about three in the morning where I am."

"Yes, in Rio." I wanted to demand answer when he said that, but he continued before I could say anything. "You know, you're not quite as dumb as you look."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, deciding to play nice.

"You're in Rio for a hundred million dollars while managing to settle an old debt. What'd he do again? I think it was he that smuggled in the drugs that killed your darling best friend and mother?"

"You'll shut your mother fucking mouth if you know what's best for you," I said with a quiet voice. "And never call again."

"That's just it," he said. "If I don't break you now, I'll die rather painfully. I know what you're capable of, Perizada O'Conner. Never forget that or a child will pay for that."

"Touch Brian," I said in a growl. "And you will not make it out alive. Touch my future neice or nephew, and I will annihilate you. Touch Dom, and I will make you wish you were dead. Touch my kids, and nothing, not even Heaven or Hell will save you from the pain that I will inflict on you." He laughed before the line ended and the door opened.

"Who are you talking to?" Han asked, obviously just woken up by my conversation. "Who are you threatening like that?" I said nothing, opting to get up and put the ice cream up and throw the spoon away. "Perry?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "Some creep who won't stop calling me." I tried to walk past him, but Han grabbed my arm. "What?" He didn't say anything and I glared harshly at him. I was not dealing with him and his silence bullshit. I moved and he tightened his grip. "Han, what? You're starting to actual hurt me."

I tensed as he moved a strand of hair off of my latest scar. He stared at it for a moment before looking back at me. "It's bothering you," he said. "You don't know who it is, and you probably can't track them, so it bothers you."

"Jeez, nice observation, Sherlock," I said sarcastically. "But nothing bothers me. I'm an O'Conner. I destroy anything that bothers me. That or I beat the crap out of it until it stops bothering me."

Han said nothing, grabbing a bag of chips. "So then why do you feel the need to explain yourself now?" I glared at him. "You keep glaring at me too. It isn't helping your case."

"Leave me alone." I hated him for doing that to me. It was something only Jess would do, and Brian occasionally when we were kids. He smirked though, and I was tempted to hit him again. "Would you like to leave them?"

"You cry in your sleep."

"That is none of your fucking concern," I said with a grow, stealing the bag of chips that were actually mine. "Get out or shut up." I placed it back where it went before getting on my half of the couch bed. I glared at the clock, willing it to be five o'clock as Han turned off the lights and climbed back.

"You cry for Jesse. You say it's all your fault and it was supposed to be you. You say that you deserve it. Last night I think it a bit different, because you begged Letty for forgiveness. You said that you were sorry and you regretted so many things and regretted not doing a lot more things."

"Stop," I whispered, tears threatening me. I turned over, trying to use manipulation. I had always worked on Jesse, who would see me crying and purposefully leave the subject alone. He knew I used it too, because he had his own weapon, and that was his annoying way of commenting on guys that he used to get me to do what he wanted.

Han looked at me for a few moments. "Then you cried for Jesse again. This time that you had missed him and needed him. Telling him all about Julianna and Charlie and what you had done over the last few years." I felt one spill over and Han reached over, wiping it away. "I'm sorry."

"Do you want to know one of the things he said to me the first time we were in bed?" I asked, not caring about his answer. "He made me promise, he made me swear, that if he were to die, I had to find someone better than him. When I smiled, brushing away the thought, and asked 'how can anyone be better than you' he responded that he would be dead and would have hurt me, but that better person wouldn't. Then he said that if I were to die before him, that he would marry a damn car. Maybe a few careless fucks, but no other girls."

Han stared at me for another moment. "He sounds like he was devoted to you."

"He was. I am still devoted to him until that better guy comes around. Someone I can tell my kids, 'this guy is just like your daddy, so it's like he's actually here with us' and not worry that he won't be better. That he won't be some prick who hits us around or drinks all the time."

"Julianna is a good kid," Han told me before reaching out and grabbing my hand. "And I don't think Jesse would want you to cry in your sleep for him."

"He wouldn't want me to be in Brazil either," I said, feeling something heavy slip over me. "Thank you, Han. I don't get why you would do this, but thank you anyway. It might be negative, but just.. thanks."

"Say thanks one more time and I'm going to start stealing your chips without permission," Han said with a small chuckle. I smiled, nodding my head and gripping his hand. I was slightly guilty about it, because I knew that I would never be over Jesse, but Han was starting to get further than any other guy I had met. I just hoped that this slight difference wouldn't end just yet and that he would feel the same...

"C'mon, kids!" I called, Gisele and Han groaning in their beds as I got my kids up and ate ice cream. "We have to get you guys on board before it takes off! You wanna see Aunt Sunny, right?"

"Of course!" Charlie yelled, stamping up in his clothes. I looked at him and leaned down.

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yes, momma."

"I'll ask one more time. Did you brush your teeth?"

"I did, momma."

"Julianna! Did Charlie brush his teeth?"

"No, momma." I looked down at Charlie, pointing to the bathroom where his sister was attempting to pull her hair up in a ponytail. I sighed as I laid back and took another bite of ice cream before putting it up. "Let's go, let's go!"

"Coming!" I went to the door, the two following after me.

"I'll be back soon! Don't touch the ice cream or else! Yes, I'm talking to you Gisele." I closed the door and walked ahead of my kids so I could make them go faster. Charlie ended up racing with Julianna to see who could keep on step with me and my slightly longer strides as they both were already making to it to my waist.

It was odd to send my kids off in a plane, which was slightly annoying how scary a thought it was for me, but I trusted that Sunny could and would take care of them like her own kids. So, as their plane took off in the air, I got back in my car and headed for the condo.

I froze as I came into the room to see Han and Gisele eating my damn ice cream. "What the hell?! That is the one thing I specifically told you not to touch!"

"I gave them permission, sis," Brian said, coming in with a towel around his waist and Mia and Dom coming out of the bedroom. I saw Tej and Roman on my couch while the Hispanic couple took up my bed with their own activities.

"I don't remember giving you permission to give out my fucking ice cream or come into my condo." Han took another bite. "Stop. Eating. My. Ice cream." He rose a brow at me before scooping up another spoonful and putting it in his mouth. I moved rather quickly as I am damn protective of my ice cream and pressed hard on the bruise I had left from the other night that was now disappearing, and taking the spoon and ice cream out of his grasp. I threw the spoon at Brian.

"Hey!"

"That's my damn ice cream that you let him and Gisele eat after my instructions for them to not eat it! Now, if it's the preg-" Mia put a hand over my mouth and shook her head before letting go. "If it's Mia, then I don't give a flying rat's ass!"

"What about me?" Roman asked with a huge smile. "Would you mind if I did?"

"I'd kill Brian if he considered it to be honest," I commented blandly before putting the ice cream back in the freezer. "Now, the second matter. When did this place become like the warehouse?"

"Since you sent the kids home without us meeting them," Dom said and I knew I had suddenly made a huge mistake. "I would like to meet the offspring of Jesse and Perizada."

"Did you just say offspring?" I asked rather dumbly. Everyone laughed a little and then went back to looking at me. I sighed. "Fine, what do we do next?"

"This is where you, my darling sister, come into play," Brian said, coming up behind me, now and magically fully dressed."Are you ready, my dearest?"

"Hand me my job, Brian. Just make sure I don't hate you for something, alright?" I grabbed the milk and chocolate syrup out the fridge. "Anyone who wants it can get it them damn selves."

"Oh, you're gonna hate me. You have to do it with Han."

"Fuck Han, just give me Mia and I'll live," I said, before looking outside. "What am I doing again?"

"Uhhh," Brian rubbed the back of his neck. "You and Han are going to get Reyes's hand prints." I let my mouth drop. "C'mon. You have magic in your fingertips and you know it. Besides, I didn't even recognize you when I saw you back in La, and it's been even longer since he saw you."

"I got magic, brother, but I don't have a death wish," I said. "Brian, he will kill me if I tell him who I am, you get that right? Hell, if he gets the notion of it he'll kill me. Then he'll go after my kids as soon as he realizes that they're still alive. When he notices that we have the same last name, he'll go after you, Dom, Mia, and everyone else in this fucking room." I let that sink into Brian. "But I'll do it."

"Do you really think he'll recognize you?"

"Ha! Hell no. He'll think about it for a second, but he won't notice." I walked over to my bag. "Of course, I'm going to feel very violated after this. So don't touch my damn ice cream."

"If Mia wants it?"

"Only she can have it. Roman, don't go near my pantry or I will cut off your manhood, got it? Gisele, make sure nobody touches my damn popcorn. Mia, keep an eye on my bags, alright? I'm out for a fucking ball with Hernan Reyes."