In this story life is great. They got all the money and they are rich. You, your husband JJ, Kiara, John B, Pope, Cleo and your 6 year old baby girl Skyler were all on a plane flying to Barbados.
JJs POV
"She look alright to you?" I ask elbowing Y/N lightly and pointing to my daughter. She was fastened in her seat drawing next to John B. He was her favorite. "Yeah she looks fine." Y/N says tiredly. "Alright..." I mutter watching my daughters slow movements and pale color. She was a beautiful girl. Blonde beach waves, sparking blue eyes and adorable dimples. After a couple more minutes she put the crayon down and bite her lip. She rocks forward slightly. A gag. I unbuckle my seat and grab a puke bag off the seat in-front of me. I put it in front of her and pull back her hair. I got there just in time for her to puke up her orange slices and Mac and Cheese into the bag. She was going through an orange phase. She only ate orange things. "Oh shit." John B says rubbing her back. She started to cry. "You're alright baby." I sigh ruffling her hair. She reached up for me and I unbuckle her picking her up. I bounce her on my hip rubbing her back trying to slow her tears. "You're ok." I sigh walking around with her. "My belly hurts Daddy." She cried. "I know baby. I know." I sigh. I sit down in my seat next to Y/N. "Oh my poor baby girl." She says smiling sadly. Y/N plays with her curls while I rub her back. Just as her tears were stopping she gags again. Runny and slimey puke covers my shirt. "Oh baby." I sigh as she sobs again. "You're ok." I try to comfort. I was trying not to puke myself. "I'm sorry Daddy." She sobbed. "You're ok. Don't apologize Sweetheart." I sigh. "Here." Y/N sighs holding her arms around. "Go to Mommy baby." I sigh passing her off. "I'm sorry." She cries. "Don't be sorry baby." She bites her lip. "Don't leave Daddy." She cries grabbing my arm. "I'm just getting changed Sweetheart." I say gently. "Promise?" I nod. "I promise. I will be right back." I sigh. I grab my backpack from above my seat before walking to the bathroom. I quickly take off my puke stained shirt tossing it into the trash. I put on a clean shirt and head back out. John B was holding Skyler as she sobbed and Y/N was cleaning up puke on the table with some paper towels. "I'm starting to think this is a little more than getting motion sickness..." I sigh grabbing Skyler out of John Bs arms. "Hey baby." I sigh kissing her forehead. "She has a fever." I sigh cradling her. "It hurts Daddy." She cries. "I know beautiful girl." I mutter pressing a kiss to her forehead. "What did she eat this morning?" I ask Y/N nervously. "Ummm Ms.Lana watched her this morning." Y/N sighs. "You let Lana watch my daughter? Do you know how many times I got food poisoning from the shit she makes." I sigh annoyed. "I'm sorry while you were at work your wife needed some help packing and watching your daughter." She snaps. "I just meant I don't want Lana watching my baby girl." I sigh. "Daddy I don't feel good." She groans. I put my attention back to my daughter. "More throw up." She chokes out. I place the puke bag over her mouth and she pukes up more bile. "I know baby. You're ok." I sigh grabbing a baby wipe and wiping her face. She burrows into me. "I feel yucky."
