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While the wedding did have it's fair share of family drama, luckily, everybody's come back together during Christmas dinner.

Fleeing was Freddie's idea.

Since Richie's wedding was Christmas Eve and then with the holiday commotion, Rose and Roger put off their anniversary celebration until now. We were all invited to have a mini-getaway. But, you know how that goes.

Parents can hardly leave their kids behind; it's like they always need you for something. Big or small, they're all still my babies and I wanted to be sure everything was okay before we left for our trip.

Now that we're here in Ibiza I couldn't be happier! It's beautiful! Even though so far I've only seen the road from the airport to our hotel.

Such a beautiful day, I think to myself as I pull the curtains open in our hotel suit. I turn when I hear Freddie still snoring away. He's got his head mashed in between two pillows, muffling his radical snoring.

The bright sunlight streaming over him, makes his long, dark eyelashes flutter while he tries to slip back to sleep by lifting his head to actually rest on a pillow. I watch him slowly awaken, his mouth opens and shuts. His lips parted and pursed look delicate and soft and bit of his hair is smashed against his forehead.

"Mmmmmmm," he groans, slapping one hand to the pillow, attempting to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep.

I move slowly, lifting the length of my long robe to kneel onto the bed right behind him. Brushing his hair with my fingertips, I lean down to place a gentle kiss on top his temple.

"Time to wake up," I whisper in his ear, watching them perk up to my voice.

"Five more minutes, Mama. I'm just getting to the good part..."

"I am the good part!," I say, pretending to be offended. "Then get over here," he grins still with his eyes closed as his arm hooks around me, tugging me closer to his side.

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Brian:

For the most part, I think this little family holiday will be good for all of us. In light of Richie and Laura's wedding fiasco, we did all come together after a few idle years. Let's be honest here, I'm very glad Anita chose to skip this trip. The wedding with two lovers was frustrating and awkward enough.

"All I'm saying is that it's been years now and I still feel they don't accept me much," Chrissy pouts as we wait for our luggage at the airport.

My sight is concentrated on the merry go round of colorful luggage passing by on the conveyer belt. I really don't want to lag on this conversation again.

"Mmm, sure they do, dear. We all just haven't had much time together, that's all...," bending down to collect our things, I double checked the tags and begin the walk to find our driver.

"Brian! Hey, Bri! Over here," Phoebe's familiar voice catches my attention. I look around to see him waving his hands, his husband by his side.

"See now," I say to Chrissy as we walk towards them. "Freddie wouldn't send Phoebe if he didn't like you. Surely, Cherie wouldn't allow it," I whisper the last part as I walk a couple of paces ahead. We all know who wears the pants in that relationship, but I mean that's none of my business.

"Freddie knew we'd be arriving at the same time. I rented a car. It should be outside," I nod at Phoebe

with a smile. "Thank you," Chrissy squeaks. I take her hand in mine as Phoebe takes control of our bags.

When we finally get to the hotel and settle into our suite, I ring the boys to see what's on the agenda for this evening. "I'm going to have a shower and get ready," Chrissy says, kissing my cheek as she makes her way to the bathroom.

"Hello? John?," the loud booming of music on the other end of the phone makes it hard to hear.

"We're all down by the pool. Come down and—"

"Who is it? Is it Brian? Ooooh, Brian you old slugger. Step into your trousers and get your arse down here!"

"Is that Cherie?," I chuckle into the phone, hearing a series of loud whooping and hooting coming from the last person I would think to be trashed this early in the evening.

"Eh, yes. We've all got a good head start just waiting on you all and Phoebe— no, wait. Phoebe just got here..."

"We'll be right down," I hang up the phone, deciding on a quick change of dress as I wait for Chrissy to finish getting ready, too.

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Deacy:

"I can't believe it!!," Cherie squeals in my ear, her arms tightly wrapping around me as she squeezes all the air from my lungs in a quick hug. "Look at them here. Oh god, John! Our babies!"

I laugh with her. She's in a tipsy good mood, scrolling through old photographs of the kids. If anything the photos are proof that Richie and Laura have always been inseparable. I feel like a matchmaker.

"Cher, I think you've had more than enough," Freddie comments, strumming his fingers along the table.

"Awh, come on," Cherie whines. "What ever happened to the wild party boy I married," she nudges Veronica's shoulder. The two of them lock eyes, giggling.

"These two?!," Ronnie scoffs sarcastically. "These two innocent angels couldn't possibly know how to have a good time," The girls look between us, smiling smugly.

"I'll have you know, I've matured," Freddie starts, placing his hand over his heart, raising his head defiantly. "But don't think we can't drink the two of you under the table in a heartbeat," he smiles deviously, setting a challenge.

"You really think you'd win anything under this table?," As Cherie asks, she leans over towards him, making his eyes open wide, a blush rising on his cheeks as he shifts uncomfortably, fighting a smirk. It's only now that I'm staring so fondly over their exchange that I catch sight of Cherie's hand moving from between Freddie's legs. Oh, god...

I decide to rise to the challenge. "Alright. Let's do it. You and Ronnie and me with Fred. Beer pong tournament."

"You can't be serious. Cherie can hardly stand," Ronnie chuckles as Cherie excitedly gets to her feet, wobbling in her heels a bit before bending over to slip them off.

"Nonsense. Let's do it!," Cherie cheers, squeezing Freddie's shoulders as she stands behind his seat.

"I hardly said beer pong, Deacy," Freddie rolls his eyes.

"Wanna try your head at a keg stand, then?," Phoebe chuckles, making Freddie rolls his eyes again. He slips out of his jacket, rolling up his sleeves, "I'll take your challenges. And I'll win," he states.

"Who's doing what? And why aren't I invited? It is my special day after all..." Roger chimes in, having just come out of the pool with Rosie by his side.

"It's our special day, you wanker," Rose says, before she shoves Roger aside, making a huge splash of waves when he falls back into the pool.

"I love you too, Honey!," he shouts, sputtering a cough when he pops his head out of the water.

"Yayyy, Rosies in! We're doing a beer pong game," Cherie loops arms with Rose, dancing to the background music comjng from the bar speakers. The two of them hop about like two rhythmless squirrels, quickly spinning one another in circles.

"I am the dancing queen! Blissfuuuulllyyyyy dancing with the boys from Queeeeeen, ooooh yeaaaah!"

"Someone get that woman a record deal," Brian laughs, seemingly content that the Ronnie has joined their little dance party as Cherie belts out the new lyrics to ABBA's hit single.

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Rose:

Our playful little game of beer pong ensues. It's funny how quickly the game turned from wives vs. husbands to just the men and their egos.

"No! Aww! I almost had it!"

"You were nowhere near the mark, Fred!," Roger teases from across the table. "Chug! Chug! Chug!," everyone's laughing, clapping, and chanting. I'm so happy to see everyone back together again, just having a grand old time.

"Huh?," Cherie groans from her nestled spot beside me. She's got her head learning on my shoulder for support. She really has had too much to drink too quickly.

"Angel? Time for bed, darling..." Freddie comes over, switching his cane to the opposite side, offering Cherie his dominant hand.

"But I want to go for a swim," she pouts, crossing her arms like a stubborn child.

"Cher, you'd drown at this rate," Chrissy insists, smiling at Cherie to show she's only joking. I still can't figure Chrissy out. She's really closed off and quiet for our group, but she's okay. I know Cherie's accepted the fact that Anita's not here, but she was a little annoyed about it earlier.

"Beer bloat makes you float!," Cherie stamps her foot as she stands up, immediately falling onto Freddie's chest as he reaches out to catch her.

"Hey, don't be a party pooper!," She cries like a child. I can't help but chuckle. She sounds exactly like Charlie. "It's Rosies special reversery! We can't leave yet," She lifts her head up for one second, maybe to make her point, but by the end of her stand-off she's laid her head against Freddie's shoulder, her entire body giving out.

"I'll help you get her to your room," I smile at Freddie. He has a strange look on his face, like he's confused or anxious or...I don't know what. But I've noticed he hasn't been acting like himself all night.

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Freddie:

All that's collected in my mind before Cherie are the memories of me trying to constantly fill the ache of loneliness. I've always known she was out there. I can't remember a time before her now.

"I'm a little drunk," Admittingly, she giggles in my ear as I solely help guide her way now that Rose has left us at our door.

We've become like one in more ways than I ever thought was possible. I quite like the way I'm able to anticipate her needs, giving our sacred vows another meaning.

"Off you go now, darling," She takes my hand in hers and spins herself about. Jolly laughter comes from her lips as she playfully wraps the long scarf of her dress behind my neck, she reels me into her.

"Won't you help me with this?," she shakes her head, the tousled waves of her hair bouncing against the shadows. "The zippers tricky..."

Her chest against mine, my hands travel the paths I've memorized. On one hand, my fingers wrap into her hair, looping strands around my fingertips. She rests her cheek against my palm, kissing it lightly.

My other hand travels slowly down the curve of her spine, exciting myself as I slip the zipper down. She's stopped her tipsy fidget, I can feel the heavy build up of her breath causing her breasts to rise and fall quicker.

Her lips quiver against mine, the flesh barely touching as I control the distance. Slipping my fingers beneath the straps of her dress, I pull them down, rolling the fabric down before the dress cascades to the floor at our feet.

I can taste strong minty flavor of her bubblegum. "This yours, darling?," I blow a pop, popping it just as quickly when my tongue steals the gum from her mouth.

She laughs like mad. Griping the front of my shirt, pushing me backwards to fall onto the bed. She climbs on top of me, her lips roughly crash against mine, her hips naturally begin to swerve on my zipper.

The instant Pleasure roaming my dome influxes with the way she sensually moves against me. My breathing space compromised.

"So handsome...," She whispers through the darkness, her hand finding my cheek as she caresses her soft little fingers over my sharp edges. I laugh at the way she plays with my lashes, stroking the delicate hairs causing my eyes to flutter.

For this woman, I'd do anything. And I'll never regret a single moment of bliss. This is the way I always dreamed it would be. When we she touches me, whenever she's near, I can hear music. Sweet, sweet music. She's the song that goes on and on...