I felt a soft smile form on my lips as I observed Adrian holding our son while I chopped up some vegetables for dinner. Our son—we decided to name him Dante Paul—was napping in his daddy's arms. He slept all the time, which was non-surprising because he was only a couple months old, that' what babies pretty much did—eat, sleep, and crap. Adrian probably sensed my eyes on him and lifted his face and looked at me with the same smile I had, though his had a little hint of mischief.

"I look good as a daddy, don't I, babe?"

"You would say something like that. And yes you do. But I look better as a mom."

"That you do." He winked at me. "You're one hot momma."

"I knew that already. Thanks for the reminder, anyway."

"So, when are we going to give our son a brother or sister?"

"Obviously not now. Give it some time. We can try in a couple of years. Or months. I do want to have more kids, but now is not the time."

"Did you know Jade is already planning for the next baby?"

"That girl . . . I bet she won't stop having kids until she's forty. She tells you all these things?"

"Jade tells me anything. Half the time I have to remind her I'm still a guy."

I laughed. "I feel for you. Sometimes . . . she comes up with the most inappropriate things."

"I'm sure she does," he said dryly.

I was going to tell him about some of things Jade had said but the baby started crying. The gene of being an overprotective mother kicked in the day my baby was born so I was now finding myself taking Dante out of Adrian's arms. Adrian was just as worried sick as I was. I didn't not like to see my son crying.

Neither Adrian or me could get him to calm down. Finally, I took him in my arms and rocked him. He began to fall back asleep.

"I'll finish dinner." Adrian said.

"You're such a big help."

"And you're such a good mom."

I smiled and then focused my attention to my baby. He was being a little crazy bitch. Either he was hungry or he was dirty. Judging by the time it was he was hungry. Quite hungry, actually. I got up and went to go make him his bottle. The formula smelled disgusting but hey, they couldn't eat anything else. It was only a couple months left before he would get to eat real food. Glad I was the age I was now because I would probably die eating that gross milk.

I looked down and admired my baby once more. Jade, I assumed, knocked on the door and interrupted me admiring my baby. It was them. Jade and Jon came in, Jon holding their son Jaron in his hands. How cute. Adrian finished dinner and we all sat down and enjoyed some good food. We talked about our kids, Jade and I did. And Adrian and Jon talked about the new company they had opened up.

"So, Jon and I are planning a weekend in Vegas? Want to join? Lissa and Christian are already in. Just need you guys."

"When is this trip?"

"Whenever Jon and Adrian get time off work." She turned towards Jon and I turned towards Adrian. They honestly were never home. They were too busy with work.

"We'll go. Who cares about work. I need some time off anyway." Adrian finally said. And so it was.

Three months later . . . A little trip

"I don't want to leave him." I said to Adrian as we both sat on the couch, Dante in my hands. He was now six months old and the cutest thing alive. He had just started crawling a few weeks ago. It was the cutest thing. He started teething as well, and he would chew on everything he could get his hands on and he would eat anything he'd find. It was kind of hard taking care of a six month old. But I was pretty sure that it would get crazier when he was older.

"Baby, we need some time alone too, you know. The place we are going is only fifteen minutes away."

"Ugh . . . you're right." I looked over at my baby sitter which was going to be Adrian's cousin who specialized in taking care of kids. She was getting paid a few good thousands a night so I was pretty sure my baby would be in good hands. I stood up, an ache in my heart. "All right, in case of an emergency or anything just call us."

Edna smiled. "Rose, go have fun. Everything is going to be okay."

That's right bitch or I'll bash your head against a rock. Adrian put his hand on my back, smiling, as he sensed my thoughts. My husband knew me too well. One of the many reasons I loved him so much.

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I saw Christian, Lissa, Jade, Jon, Eddie and . . . Sydney all standing in the lobby of the hotel we all were planning to stay at while our weekend in Vegas! It was the same one Adrian and I had stayed in before our real honeymoon took place. It brought back several memories of our first night of being husband and wife. Adrian and I looked at each other smiled and he pecked my lips.

Lissa was the one to spot me first. "Rose!" She rushed towards me and hugged me.

I hugged back. I hadn't seen this girl in like three months. She was so busy with . . . Christian. "Girl, I missed your ass!"

She chuckled. "I missed yours, too!"

I heard a sniffling behind me. "I guess you didn't miss my ass." Jade joked.

"I see you every day . . . no time to miss your ass." That didn't stop me from hugging my favorite sister-in-law.

"Hi, Rose." Sydney said and threw her arms around me. I smelled alcohol on her and judging by the semi-bloodshot eyes Eddie had, it was obvious they both had been drinking. Hmm . . . I thought Eddie was with Mia . . . ? I threw question marks over at Lissa ad she mouthed Later.

Adrian wound an arm around me. "Sorry, girls, this lady is mine, Rose is all mine." Adrian joked and we all laughed. "So, what's the game plan?"

"Let's go get wasted, gangster!" yelled the somewhat drunk Christian.

"Fo sho, bro!" Adrian said, slapping Christian on the back. "Follow us, ladies. We'll show you all how to have fun!" Adrian tightened his arm around me as we crossed the street to walk towards the Bellagio where a water show was currently showing. Our group must have looked pretty bad ass. Adrian and I were wearing black. People turned our way frequently. I was wearing a black halter dress that made my ass look ten times bigger and heels that made my legs look longer. It's rude to stare even if it is at someone as hot as us.

Jade was walking next to me, her husband by her side. Some girls in small dresses and really tall heels passed us. "Look at those skinny bitches." I said, giving one of the girls a dark glare. "They must be on the anorexic diet."

"Screw them . . . they don't have hot husbands like we do." Jade said. "I am pretty sure that's their job. Look good on the street and then get clients to fuck and get money. A hooker can't compare to us. So what if they are skinny. They'll never have husbands like ours."

"God, you're evil. Such a shit talker."

"Who doesn't like talking shit? Everyone does . . . unless they are fakes."

"That's why I love you, Jade. You speak your mind." She smiled and we continued walking.

The street we were currently walking on was the main street, commonly referred as The Strip. All the good and new stuff was at this spot. We went inside the Balley's casino and drank some drinks while we played some hands at the poker tables. We walked to the Paris hotel and bought more drinks there. Adrian and I took some sexy pictures next to the Eiffel tower, the one that was in front of the hotel Paris. I sipped on my drink, which was awesome because it came in a cup, shaped like the Eiffel tower. We pretty much were getting wasted on the streets.

Nothing better than getting waster and waking up married with a stranger or waking up, hung-over, on the sidewalk. We walked all around exploring the hotels: Excalibur, MGM Grand, New York-New York, Luxor, and many more. We decided to dine at the Bellagio buffet since we were all under the influence of " beer munchies" which basically was getting hungry while drunk. We ordered more drinks.

But by then we were all acting all retarded, especially Adrian and me.

I stared at Adrian and laughed. "What color are your eyes, babe?"

"They are blue." He winked. "Bet you're digging them, aren't you, baby?"

"No, I actually prefer green eyes."

He raised an eyebrow. "My eyes turn green with love."

"And mine turn brown with love!"

Adrian stared at me. God, alcohol made you act all stupid. "Come here, baby. I'm feeling the love, aren't ya, too?"

"Fuck yeah, baby."

He patted his lap. "Come here so we can share the love, baby." Like a drunken fool I went. We made out for a couple of seconds, minutes, actually.

"Barf . . ." I heard Jade say. Then, she too started making out with her man. Pretty soon Eddie and Sydney and Christian and Lissa joined in. They kicked out because we were too crazy for their buffet. Laughing, we left.

"They couldn't handle us." Christian said.

"Fuck them . . . let's go get married." Eddie led Sydney forward to the nearby chapel that was inside the hotel. There was a lady at the front desk. "We want to get married." She nodded, laughing. Why was she laughing? This bitch is weird. Adrian and I were the wedding sponsors. The chapel actually provided Sydney with a pretty white dress so she could walk down the aisle like a regular bride. Eddie was put in a suit. Then, the rest of us were dressed as bridesmaids or groomsmen. What an awesome spur-of-the-moment wedding. It all took one hour. We walked out of the chapel all crazy and wild. The sun was rising and we were all getting tired.

We all followed Eddie when he said, "Party in my room!"

In his room, well, you can imagine what happened. More liquor. Loud music. And eight drunk people. This night was definitely not going to end well . . .

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The sound of someone puking woke me up. I looked around and saw Jade puking in the trash can. Gross. Everywhere you looked . . . disaster. What the fuck had happened here? The person next to me tightened his arms around my naked body. I was happy to see that it was Adrian. We were both naked but thankfully, we had sheets around us. OMG. What the fuck? We were lying on the counter! On the fucking counter! How had it happened? Lissa was lying on the center, coffee table. Jon was half naked on the couch, head hanging off. And, oh God. I burst out laughing. Christian and Eddie were both cuddling in bed. Christian was spooning Eddie, an arm tightly around him. I looked around for Syd. But all I saw were broken things. TVs broken. Sofas flipped over. Lamps broken. Cans of beer on the floor. I finally saw Syd. She was halfway sprawled on the a door that had been torn off.

I heard a chuckle. "Oh, God. This is epic." I heard a snap and I noticed Jade snapping a picture of Christian and Eddie on the bed. Honestly, besides Christian and Eddie (hysterical laughter) were Adrian and I the only ones who had had sex? Seriously. Desperate, much?

"What the hell happened?" I asked Jade, but she was too busy laughing at Christian and Eddie.

She struggled for breath. "Breathe, girl." It was moments before she was saying, "Oh, God. That is epic." She shrugged. "I don't know what happened. But it is obvious what you and Adrian did." She winked. "Where is my husband?"

"On the couch."

She went to him and laid down on top of him. "What a night."

"Understatement . . ." I saw my clothes on the ground beside me and I reached down for my dress and slipped it on. I peeked under the sheets and was grateful when I noticed that Adrian had his jeans on. "I'm going to head back to my hotel room."

"So am I."

She began to shake Jon and I began to rattle Adrian. This was going to be hard. Once Adrian was out, he out. He wouldn't wake up for anything. Okay, Adrian. This is so not the time to be asleep. I slapped him and a mischievous smile formed on his face. "Getting a little rough, baby?"

"No. Let's go."

"Alright, baby." He got up and we started walking out. I needed a shower. And fast. God…what a night.