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Baylee didn't answer the question immediately. He knew exactly what he was looking at: the love of his life. The one person stubborn enough to force her way through the walls he had thrown up. Most would've given up by the second or third hour but she never did. For three months she patiently waited for him, never once complaining about how weird he would act around her. Even now, it was obvious she wanted more. To take it all the way.

And he was ready for that.

"I'm lookin' at you," he said, feeling his heart begin to beat out of his chest. Were his hands shaking? Slightly, but he didn't really care. He refused to let his brain hold him back. Slowly, he rolled both of them over, putting his hands down on either side of her head to hold himself up. Her hands came up to gently cup his face, her gaze softening slightly, but that's not what Baylee wanted. He brought his lips to her's in a deep, passionate kiss, slowly easing his body down onto her's.

Mila awoke slowly from a deep dreamless sleep. Sunlight was streaming through the window of the room, clear and almost annoyingly bright. Very different from the Charleston sun that she was used to nowadays. But it wasn't the sunlight that woke Mila, it was the warm hand stroking her with feather softness. Baylee was awake already it seemed.

Snuggling deeper into Baylee's embrace, Mila pressed a kiss into his bare chest. Her eyes remained closed, but she smiled as his hand kept up it's soothing movement. It trailed from her temple to her hip, following the long waves of her hair, before sliding effortlessly up over each of her exposed curves. A slight blush tinted Mila's cheeks as the memory of what they had done the night before, and the realization that they were still thoroughly entwined, came to the forefront of her mind.

Baylee had loved her so passionately that she had wanted to cry from the exhilaration. She hadn't, instead opting to return the favor, showing him how much she loved him with everything she was. And now, laying withing her Baylee's embrace, listening to his quiet breathing and sure beat of his heart, there was no place Mila would rather be.

"Good morning, Bay…" The words were whispered, as if speaking too loud would break the bubble of post-love making relaxation.

Baylee, once again, didn't answer immediately. He had only woken up 12 minutes ago and hand't moved an inch, choosing instead to gently caress the girl in his arms and try his best to not think about the fact they were both naked. Last night's memories were a blur of exhilaration, excitement, and passion that he wished he could remember more clearly. He wanted to memorize every second of it but was too caught up in the heat of the moment to remember more than the way it made him feel. But damn. The things that he did remember made his heart beat hard as hell.

"G'morning," he mumbled, pulling away slightly to study Mila's face. She had a sleepy smile on her lips as her blue eyes opened lightly. Christ, how did she manage to look that good all the time. "How did you sleep?"

Mila stretched slightly, not wanting to move from Baylee's warm embrace. Parts of her body felt pleasantly sore, which made her sleepy smile and minor blush grow. Wow. They had really done that… And it had felt good.

Baylee's hand came to a stop in the dip of her waist, thumb massaging circles into the skin there. Mila hummed softly, the tune sweet and lovely as she puckered her lips for a kiss before answering. His lips came to her's immediately, the kiss only slightly bordering on intense.

"Mmm. Perfectly." She finally murmured against Baylee's lips. "How about you?"

"'Bout the same," he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment before pulling away just enough for him to slip his arms out from underneath the covers and reaching for his phone on the coffee table. The light blinded him for a moment, making a small noise slip out from the back of his throat. He blindly swiped up on the iPhone and tapped the area where the brightness slider typically was to turn it down. The clock said 10:42 A.M.

"We were supposed to meet Avi almost two hours ago for breakfast," Baylee said, turning the phone's screen off and setting it back on the table. His body settling back into position showed that he didn't much care. "What do you want to do today?"

Mila made a 'oop' sound as she snuggled back into Baylee's arms, a sound that convinced neither of them that she actually felt bad about missing breakfast. She made a few halfhearted attempts to tell him that maybe they should make it up to Avi by inviting her to dinner or something, but Mila couldn't find the energy to push the subject further. The words died on her lips and she made a mental note to talk to Baylee about it later. They were here for his sister's wedding after all–they should try to at least spend some time with her.

"Hmmm–Get some sun for sure. We're both looking pale as hell." Mila said with a soft chuckle, poking the smooth skin of Baylee's chest as she did so. "I'm not sure what activities they have today though. Is there a schedule book–thingamajig that we could look at? I hear they have fun classes on these big ships. Maybe something like that…?"

Mila's voice trailed of as she looked around their room as much as she could from her position pressed against her boyfriend's chest. It was safe to say that she couldn't see a damn thing, much less a booklet-o-fun.

"Very pale," Baylee agreed, giving her a wide grin and a kiss on the lips. "We should probably get up, though. Apologize to Avi, then go do somethin' with 'em. Even with how horrible her fiancee is." The rude attitude that she gave his girlfriend didn't go unnoticed, it seemed.

Mila made a small 'oop' noise as she planted a kiss on his lips, holding back a small giggle as she pulled away from Baylee. She wrapped a blanket around her naked body as she stood up and shuffled over to her bag, only using one hand to unzip it as the other kept the blanket from falling off of her body. Baylee sat up and ran a hand through his hair as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door with her foot.

About 20 minutes later, the couple left their little room, both showered and fully awake. Mila was wearing a long, lowing sundress that she had bought the day before the cruise. As usual, Baylee thought she looked absolutely stunning. He wore a pair of black swim trunks and a Philadelphia 76ers T-shirt, topping everything off with a pair of black sandals. Both still had that slight blush on their face, the events of the night before still on their minds.

"Oh. You two finally made it." Avi did not look happy as they approached the breakfast bar, which was now closed. "Y'all have a late night?"

"Somethin' like that," Baylee said, looking down at his feet to hide a small grin. Even with how mad Avi was, Baylee didn't regret at all.

"We lost track of the time this morning." Mila said extending an apologetic smile to both Avi and Jin. "Sorry we missed breakfast."

Damn. She could have at least tried to sound more apologetic, instead Mila's words fell just short of flat, which was entirely unintentional. The singer just couldn't find it in her to be sorry that she woke up as she did. An awkward silence stretched between the two couples and Mila had to resist the urge to just walk away. She did shift on her feet though, her long blue dress swishing in the morning breeze. That seemed to do the trick as everyone took a collective breath and relaxed. Even Jin.

"Well–I guess you'll just have to make it up to us." Avi plastered a grin on her face that looked a little painful. It was obvious that she was still pissed about the whole thing, but was trying to put it past her.

Mila arched a dark brow, her hand unintentionally tightening around Baylee's. She's never been uncomfortable around other people before but something about Avi and Jin together put her slightly on edge. "What did you have in mind?"

"Uh, actually," Avi said, her jaw clenching slightly. "I just wanna talk with Baylee for a little bit." The way she grabbed her brother by the wrist and pulled him out of earshot made it clear that it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

"So. Was she good?" Avi's arms crossed across her chest and her fake smile fell immediately, revealing the deepest scowl known to mankind.

"Huh?" Baylee said brilliantly, raising his eyebrows in surprise. Definitely not what he thought she'd open with.

His reaction only seemed to make her madder. "Don't act stupid. You two had sex and overslept. I can see it on your face."

Realization began to pass across his face, making his eyebrows furrow and his lips turn downward. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"None of my business?" She hissed, face turning a deep red. "I brought you on this trip to spend time with me, not for you to fuck some skank you found at your bar on a vacation. This is my wedding."

"Don't you dare call her a skank again," Baylee snapped back, pointing a finger in her face. People were starting to turn and look at the siblings, but Baylee didn't really care right now. "Shit just happened last night. It wasn't my plan, nor was it her's. But how the hell was I supposed to know that you'd care this much when you hand't talked to me in two years, huh?"

The slap that came across his face hardly hurt at all and he completely expected it, but it was still just as shocking. The two spouses had been slowly creeping towards them for the entirety of the conversation, so they were in between the two siblings the moment the blow struck.

"Tôi không bao giờ muốn gặp lại bạn! Tránh xa cuộc sống của tôi!" Baylee shouted, allowing Mila to pull him away but still refusing to let Avi get the last word.

Mila was already reaching for Baylee by the time the crack of Avi's hand on his face echoed around the breakfast bar, having turned away from whatever piss poor conversation Jin had tried to start with her without a second thought. Her hand enclosed tightly around the hand Baylee was using to point angrily at his sister, using it to tug him away. The young woman's face was set in a hard line as they walked away, but her eyes betrayed the tumultuous feelings brewing deep inside her chest.

She didn't dare look over her shoulder, knowing that meeting the angry faces of Jin and Avi would only put Mila more on edge. Which is the exact opposite of how she and Baylee should be spending the day.

Avi shouted something at their retreat, but Mila was too focused on getting them out of this godforsaken food nook to hear. Baylee did though, his already red face going a deeper shade faster than anything Mila had ever seen before. Mouth a hard line, he moved to turn right back around, but a soft, wobbly "Baylee…" had his face whipping right back around to Mila and his gaze softened just the tiniest bit.

He allowed her to drag him through doors, hallways, stairs seemingly at random–Mila was totally hopeless when it came to directions–until they had somehow made it back to the top deck again, where they had watched the sunset the night before.

It was empty of people now, the gleaming yellow morning sun making the ocean water glimmer like jewels as far as the eye could see around them. Mila's stomach gave a mighty lurch, but she lead them over to a bench, pushing gently on Baylee's shoulders until he sat down.

He was almost as tall as her when he sat down, so it was easy to meet his gaze–even when he was trying to avoid it like how he was in this exact moment. Mila's hands came up to gently cup Baylee's cheeks. "Want to tell me what happened?" She said so, so softly that the breeze threatened to snatch the words away.

"She's pissed," he grumbled, choosing to keep his eyes on Mila's chin rather than her eyes. It was easier to talk to her chin. "She saw it on my face, I guess. What we did last night. I don't know why she's so damn mad, but she is. She said she brought us on the boat to spend time with her, not for us to……" he trailed off, finally looking up at her eyes. She looked…..devastated. Like she had done something wrong. Shit.

"But I don't regret anything. I'm not going to let her bitchy attitude get in the way of me being happy." His voice was firm and serious, not an ounce of uncertainty in his tone. His eyes finally trailed up to her's and there was a spark in his eyes. "You are the absolute best thing to ever happen to me. I couldn't give a fuck if she thinks your a skank. She doesn't even know you."

Mila's concerned frown went from slight and soft to deep and dark as Baylee spoke. Hurt flashed through her blue eyes as her hands dropped from his face. Oh. It was like that. Sure, she hadn't really been 100% open to having a relationship with Baylee's estranged sister, but Mila hadn't been mean. For Avi to think so awfully of her already was…well shit it hurt a lot more than Mila thought it would.

Baylee's eyes were trained on her face, worry flickering through them despite the affirmation that tumbled out of his mouth. He gently scooped up her hands, massaging the fingers until she looked at him again. "You're the best thing to happen to me too, you know…" Mila said weakly, a storm of emotion raging through her.

Damn she wanted to hug Baylee until the world ended, scream at Avi for being such an unfair bitch, cry a little, laugh at the absurdity of what just happened, but mostly she wanted to put it behind them. Just forget it ever happened and continue their vacation as the happy couple that they were.

And yet…

"I can't get in the way of your family, Baylee…She's all you have. Bitch or no bitch." Mila's frown vanished into a small half smile.

"All I have?" Baylee looked flabbergasted, shaking his head so aggressively that it might've popped off if he did it more than once. "No. I don't have her. I haven't since high school. She threw me into a mental institute after Mom died and disappeared. It took her three years. Three. To even contact me. Even then, it was one "happy birthday, hope you're doing well" Facebook message, then didn't respond to anything I sent here for another two years. I don't even know why she invited to this. Maybe she wanted to show off or something, but that's beside the point."

Baylee stood up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a death grip. Like if he let go, his world was going to end. Which, right now, it felt like it would. "You're not getting in the way of anything, Mila. She's been done with me forever. I couldn't give a shit about what she thinks. I love you. You've helped me more than she ever could."

It wasn't very often that Mila was speechless, she was just the kind of person that always had a snappy remark at the ready. Even in situations where she should have just kept her mouth shut Mila's mouth ran free. But now…in this moment with Baylee crushing her in a hug so tight it felt like she would fall apart without it, Mila couldn't think of a goddamn thing to say.

His life had not been easy. Terrifyingly sad and harsh to be completely honest, and yet here Baylee was holding her, comforting her, as if there was nothing else he would rather do. He was a lot stronger than he realized, and capable of a love deep enough to pull himself out of the shell he had been hiding in for so long. Mila's arms wrapped themselves tightly around Baylee's waist, burying her face into his chest. The sound of his heart beating under her ear was more comforting than anything else.

"I love you too." She mumbled, voice barely audible through the cloth of his shirt. Goddamn it felt so good to finally say it.

After a long, long moment Mila shifted just enough so that she could look up at Baylee. She gave him a soft smile, her eyes still betraying the sorrow she was still feeling about the doomed siblings. "Let's just mmph–" Baylee interrupted her statement with a kiss.

One of those kisses Mila could feel in her damn toes and made her body feel like it was on fire.

So when he pulled away, she laughed lightly, eye's now burning with something that bordered on inappropriate. "Let's put that shit behind us." Mila said, trying again. When Baylee didn't interrupt with another kiss, she kept going. "Whether she likes it or not, we are here and we're going to make the best of this vacation. Yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan," Baylee said, giving Mila a grin wide enough that his face looked broken. He'd never felt this happy in his life and he couldn't help but marvel at it for a few moments. One person was all it took to drag him out of the hole he had dug in his head. One very special, once in a lifetime person. Baylee had never been one for words but right now he felt like he could write a book on how much he loved the feisty bar singer in his arms.

The rest of the day was similar to the day before; whole bunch of swimming, eating, ocean-gazing, and casual flirting. Baylee seemed to have shrugged off the argument pretty well, but there was a light hint of a bruise on his left cheek the size of Avi's hand. Mila's eyes locked into it from time to time and it always seemed to dampen her mood, but Baylee shrugged it off every time. He didn't want to think about his sister right now. All of his attention was on Mila.

"So why are you so……weird about water?" Baylee asked as they slowly made their way around the pool.

Mila's hand tightened momentarily on Baylee's as she slipped on a puddle of water, her balance threatening to toss her directly into the deep end. He steadied her carefully and Mila hoped that was enough of a distraction for him to forget his question, but he was still giving her a curious look.

"I'm not! I don't really have any issue with it." She lied and she would have had sound believable if she had made eye contact with her boyfriend, but she was carefully focused on keeping her long sundress from dragging in the puddles left by the swimmers.

Mila's lie wouldn't have even come close to believable since she had been clinging to Baylee like a barnacle since they'd step foot on this ship. Not to mention any time they went swimming in one of the ships numerous pools, Mila made sure to keep ample distance between herself and anyone else, and made sure that her toes could always touch. Whenever Baylee decided to go into the deep end, Mila wrapped herself around him like a piece of clothing, her grip always threatening to cut of the poor man's circulation.

"Mila, you nearly suffocate me every time we go into the deep end," Baylee said, giving her a doubtful look. She finally looked up at him after a few more moments and Baylee was taken aback slightly.

Sure, he'd seen her basically every day since they first started talking, but there were moments when he couldn't help but gawk at her beauty. The Caribbean sun danced off of her pale features with joy, deepening the color of her eyes so much that they seemed almost bottomless. Her long hair was practically glowing in the sunlight as well. Jesus fucking Christ, how did he manage to snag a girl like her?

He shooking his head slightly to snap himself out of the mini-trance and continued. "For real, what's wrong?"

Jezz–he really was persistent sometimes. Especially when it came to talking about her past. Usually Mila could shrug it off as not important, or distract Baylee with something else. But lately, the closer they'd gotten, the more he'd asked about her Aunt and her life before Charleston and it was getting harder and harder to doge the questions. He'd almost gotten her on a roll about where she was from a couple nights before the trip, but Mila had frozen up, terror and pain shooting through her body until she was able to distract him with her broken amp that needed fixing. God knew that fucking last name drop wasn't going to unnoticed by him. Thanks Jin.

That all was behind her. So why did it matter?

Mila made the mistake of looking up at Baylee. His soft green gaze providing her that comfort and love that she had spent years trying to find. And so the words tumbled out, pulled from the singer's core, where she kept all her pain locked away.

"When I was small–and still living with my parents–there was a time that we lived in a really, really bad area. During the winter our pipes would freeze and the frost cracked our windows–the summers were worse. You couldn't even breathe in the heat, felt like you were suffocating in fire. Anyway–" She waved her free hand, dropping the skirt of her dress as they walked to a more quiet area of the deck.

"There was a community pool that everyone in the neighborhoods would congregate to during the summer months. Naturally, my parents would take me to get me out of their hair for a day. I always tried to make friends with the other kids of the area, but they were always bigger than me, older than me, and so….so mean. One day they let me play a game with them in the water and it got me really excited. I thought they were finally accepting me, you know?" Mila's gaze was cast off over the side of the ship, staring down the ocean as if it had personally offended her. The usual lightness of her voice darkened and strained.

"The boys took turns holding me under water while the girls pulled my hair and hit me. I almost drowned… I remember screaming for my dad to help me, but he was too drunk to realize it was me and just sat there laughing. God knows where my mom was–" High as a fucking kite. But Baylee didn't need to know that. "Finally one of the other dad's–a local gang member ironically–got the kids to leave me alone and took me back home. It was the first time CPS was called on my parents…" Mila trailed off finally, coming to a stop at the end of the deck, unsure of what to say or do next. She couldn't look at Baylee, could barely touch him while the turbulence of the long buried memories wrecked havoc on her emotional state.

Baylee's frown deepened, his hands clutching the fabric of his pants to keep from wrapping her up in a soul-crushing hug. She didn't look like she wanted a hug and the bartender had no clue how else to help her.

And here he was, thinking that he had the sob story in the relationship. Everything he went through was internal other than the death of his parents. The depression, the suicide attempt, and the years of loneliness: that was all stuff that he was, in one way or another, in control of. With her, though…..

Physical bullying was never something he experience. Baylee's reputation of a bruiser followed him all throughout his life, so no one ever tried to touch him. Hell, even the verbal bullying stopped when he got his hands on them. But with Mila…..she was so small as an adult. He couldn't imagine what it was like for her as a kid, living in a rough side of town.

"Mila…." he finally reached out a hand and gently set it on her shoulder. "I'm…..I didn't know. If I did, I would've never made you get into the pool or anything like that. I'm so sorry."

It was too much. The memories just kept coming and coming–her father's harsh slaps across her face, her mother's screaming abuse, the many nights without food or comfort, the numerous bottles thrown against walls, shouting, beating, Mila's face being pushed into the ground as her father cursed and cursed–Mila was shaking. Her breathing taking on a weird pitch. Usually, all this stayed deep in a hidden box in her mind. Carefully forgotten. Ignored. But the story she had told had brought it all up to the surface and now Mila was fighting for a way out.

Baylee's hand that came down on her shoulder was warm, his grip tight. She hadn't really heard what he said, but that hand…it brought her right back down to Earth. He had given her something to cling to, and hell if Mila wasn't going to take it. With a heavy sigh, the singer shoved everything right back into it's box, deep deep in her chest.

When Mila turned back to her boyfriend, she was smiling–like nothing ever happened. There wasn't even a tiny shred of the emotional distress caused by her confession. No sign of her mental tailspin. A lightly tanned hand came up to gently grip Baylee's on her shoulder.

"Are you kidding? That was fun! I enjoy going in the water with you, silly. I know I'm safe." She smiled, the edges of her eyes crinkling a bit as Mila took a big step into Baylee's embrace. "Don't worry about me okay? It's just a little thing. Not important."

Mila's free hand came up to gently brush against Baylee's furrowed features, coaxing them into relaxation. "It's okay. The past is behind me."

Baylee's frown never truly left his face, despite her attempts to wipe it off. He understood exactly what she was doing and didn't like it. Not one bit. Packaging bad memories and feelings into boxes is what he'd done all his life and it nearly ruined him. Seeing her immediate mood change set off all sorts of alarms in his mind and despite her insistence that she was fine, the bartender knew he would have to bring it up later.

"Well…..' Baylee blinked a couple of times in thought, contemplating continuing the conversation right now. But…..this was neither time or place. He made a mental note to mention it again and he finally let his frown slip from his face. "Yeah….sure." He could tell Mila could since his uneasiness, so a quick topic change was needed. "Hey, why don't we get some ice cream? The last sweet thing I had was that shake yesterday."

"You hardly even had any of that shake, Bay." Mila laughed as he took her hand and lead her back down to the more populated decks. Ice cream was a wonderful way to drown out the noise in her head, and the singer was quite suddenly overcome with an intense feeling of appreciation and love for the man walking ahead of her.

A feather soft smile eased it's way onto her still tense features as she watched Baylee–who was entirely focused on finding the free ice cream–and was struck that after everything, all those memories that threatened to drown her, Mila was here in this moment. She was holding hands with the man that she had fallen so deeply for, she doubted she'd ever recover if something went wrong.

And Baylee? God he was incredible. Even if he didn't think so. Especially now as the bright sunlight slid across his tanning skin, lighting up the green of his fierce gaze, and the slight smile that he seemed to be unaware of really made him stunning.

So in all–Mila was happy.

Who needed that box of shit in her head anyway? Again she forced down all that lingering crap, firmly tightening all the mental locks on it that she could. The past was the past. Baylee took that moment to glance over his shoulder at her and Mila couldn't help it…she beamed.