Trouble In Paradise

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Mitch's POV
"Are you shitting me?!" I walked into Scott's office to see what he was yelling about this time. "I trusted you to keep it safe, not let them buy it out from under me!" I heard a mumble on the other line. "You know what? You and your team can go to Hell. I'm done with you guys!" He hung up and slammed the phone down, taking his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. I stood there quietly for what seemed like an eternity when Scott finally looked up and saw me.  "Did you hear that?" I nodded. He motioned for me to come sit on his lap. "Is everything okay?" He laid his head on my shoulder and mumbled a simple, "No, I'm sorry." I turned so I was straddling his waist. "What's going on?" He shook his head. "I have a family island and we were fighting to keep it. They were trying to sell it out from under us. We hired these guys that were supposed to keep it from being sold out from under us, they didn't do there job. I was going to take you this weekend and have a little vacation." I pecked his lips. "Don't worry about me having a nice weekend. Worry about the fact that your island just got sold. You need to find out what your going to do about it." He pulled me closer. "I called my parents and they're going to come out, of course that's before they knew that the island was sold." I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. "Don't worry Scott, we'll get through it together. We always do." He picked me up and carried me downstairs to the couch.
We had picked out a movie and were cuddled on the couch when the doorbell rang. I trailed after Scott as he went to answer it. He opened the door and smiled at the faces that greeted him. "Mom, dad, come in."

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