(y/n) - your name

(d/n) - daughters name (I'm too lazy to come up with a name)

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I slam my hands down on the sink counter, facing the cameras as I let out a frustrated shrill scream. "The ass of a man that guy is! I can't fucking believe Alejandro even has the balls to play with a married woman!" I show off my wedding ring, sneering.

"Does this mean nothing to him!?" I furiously run my fingers through my hair, pacing in the small confessional bathroom. "I don't understand why he's doing this!? What is his goal!?"

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"Why did you have to start the battle with them!? You could've just gotten the flag!" I gasp out, looking at the chaos around me as the boys fired back at the girls while (d/n) cackled like a madwoman and helped them, lighting up the canons. She squeals in joy as she sat on top of the canon, holding onto it every time it fires and I facepalm.

What kind of demonic baby did I spawn?

"FIRE!" She screams out, lightning up the canon and a ball fires, braking straight through Gwen's head and I wince.

"I'm sure (d/n) still loves you as an aunt Gwen," I speak for the cameras, looking over at my girl ordering the guys as she wears the Viking helmet on her head. "she's just... well, violent..."

Definitely daddy's girl but with my rage.

"And you screwed yourself over..." Owen took the last meatball and fired it through the guy's sails instead. So now we were stuck afloat the water with the girls team sailing past us and going straight for the red flag.

"We are not done yet!" (d/n) screams out, jumping down from the canon. "Pooh! Time to rip it and weep!" She hi-fives Owen as his stomach grumbles, jumping onto the canon to be used as ammo instead. "Daddy! Fire it up!"

"That's my little girl!" he grins and lights up the canon, Owen flying through the air.

"Look! It's a bird, it's a plane, nope it's an atomic bomb Owen!" My and my baby say at the same time and we hi-five, Owen sailing straight towards the girls.

"Target is hit! I repeat, the target is hit!" (d/n) jumps up and down happily as an explosion rings out, the girl's teams boat obliterating it just planks of wood as they fall into the freezing water.

"You know, she scares me sometimes." I mumble towards Duncan as we watch our daughter celebrate with Alejandro and Owen as the boys win today's challenge.

"Where did you think she gets it from." Duncan says back and I look over at him.

"Are you saying I'm scary?"

"Sometimes." He shrugs and I look at my girl as she blows raspberries at the girls.

"Damn, was I really a little shit when I was little?"

"Yes, yes you were and still are." Chris says as he drives past us on his ski jet. I narrow my eyes at him and snatch the Viking hat from my little girls head and throw it at Chris. It hits him straight on the head and knocks him over into the water.

"See, terrifying." Duncan chuckles as he picks up a pouting (d/n), whining at me for taking her hat.

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"T-thanks (y/n)..." I pass the girls-plus Cody-piping hot cups of hot chocolate or tea to just get them warmed up as they shivered violently in the blankets. They were hanging out in my bedroom, the AC cranked up to heat to make sure no one got sick.

"Sleepover! Sleepover!" I chuckle as my little girl bounced on the bed in her pj's, all energetic and excited to hang out with her aunties.

"It's late, shouldn't she be going to sleep?" Courtney asks.

"I'm waiting for the tea to kick in. 3... 2... and lights out." and (d/n) drops asleep on the bed, snoring cutely and everyone burst out laughing.

"Like mother like daughter." Sierra chuckles as I put (d/n) sleep, tucking her beneath the blankets.

"When it gets too hot, you can turn the AC off." I let everyone know as I head out.

"And where are you going?" Heather asks.

"Did you not know? This round was a reward challenge, not an elimination so the guys are getting first-class Swedish massages by a professional therapist."

"What!?" They all exclaim, groaning out from the luxury they missed out on.

"I'm gonna go try and get some spa time for myself so bye-bye ladies!" I wink at them as I close the door, heading over to the back spa rooms in the plane to see the guys enjoy themselves as they got pampered. "I see you guys enjoying yourself." I chuckle, Duncan groaning as a masseuse was rubbing his back while another was filing Owens nails while wearing a hazmat suit.

"This is absolute bliss..." Duncan mutters out, looking over at me. "And what brings you here sweetheart?" he notices the robe I was wearing.

"Thought I should grab a massage myself." His eyes light up as I wink at him, the shoulders of the robe drooping to show that I wasn't wearing anything underneath as I walked off for a private room. 

I sigh at the floral smells of the oils that wafted in the room, laying down on the bed on my stomach. I shift the robe down to cover my bottom half when the door opens. The person didn't speak up and I figured it was probably a masseuse since the hired employees never really speak to us.

"Can I get a full body please, mainly my neck and shoulders? They have been hurting for a bit." The person behind me shifts and I smell the oil before it drips on my back, shuddering from the cool sensation. I lay my head on my arms, closing my eyes to enjoy the massage as the employee works out the knots on my back.

Fuck, they're good...

I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in the whimpers as their fingers run up my spine to dig into my neck and rub the pain out. "Shit..." I catch my quiet gasp, hearing a couple of satisfying cracks on my lower back as they press down. "Keep doing that please..." I stutter out, groaning softly as they continue to massage my back. It was like they were lulling me to sleep, focusing on my neck before dragging their hands down.

Wait-

My eyes snap open as they lower their hands against my sides, brushing against my breasts. "Uh-" my breath hitches as I feel their hands run lower down my back, their thumb delving beneath the robe that covered my ass.

"Don't quiet on me now (y/n), I quite enjoyed your soft sounds."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!?

I snap my head around to see Alejandro as he held my hips, a smirk on his face as my face turned red. "What are you doing!?" I harshly remove his hands off me, quickly covering my body with my robe tightly. "You need to stop!" I hiss at him, grabbing the bottle of oil and throwing it at his face but he dodges quickly.

"Stop what?" he purrs lowly as he stands in front of me while I sat up on the bed, leaning down closer to me as he placed his hands on either side of me.

"This! All this! I don't understand what you're trying to pull here!" I kick him back, my foot on his chest but Alejandro grabs it, sliding his hand up my leg. "Let go of me!" I stutter out, feeling his hands brush against my thigh to hold my waist.

"There's something about you that makes me so drawn to you (y/n), I'm sure you feel the same way with me." I freeze up as Alejandro leans his face closer to me. "Don't deny it-" his head snaps to side harshly, my palm burning a painful red as I slapped him across the face hard. I was mad, absolutely furious as I shove Alejandro away from me.

"Get this in your fucking head, I love Duncan! He is my husband and only he has my heart because he and my daughter are my fucking world! Do you understand me! All this flirting that you're pulling here, these advances on me that I should deem as sexual harassment needs to stop!" I jump down from the bed, dumping oil over Alejandro and grabbing a candle. "Now if you don't want me burning you to a fucking crisp, move out of my fucking way!"

"(y/n)-"

"-don't come near me again and if you do, I will personally kick you out the fucking plane myself! And without a fucking parachute!" I spit back at Alejandro, storming out of the private room. I slam the candle down on a table and head towards Duncan, knowing the asshole was following me.

"(y/n), what's wrong?" Duncan looks over at me with a worried look as I stalked over to him. "Baby, what happened-" I cut him off as I grab his shoulders and slam my lips on his, kissing him deeply. Duncan moans loudly against my lips, grabbing my bare hips beneath my robe as I tangle my fingers in his hair. I pull him closer as physically possible, tilting my head to kiss him deeper. My lips quiver against his as my body shook, silent tears running down my face and he pulls back. "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" despite Duncan looking hot with his pink lips, he pulled me in a hug as I cling to him.

"I just needed to feel reassured..." I mumble out against his shoulder, Duncan pulling me onto his lap and holding me close as he rubbed my back.

"For what?" I shook my head, not wanting to say anything. I was annoyed with myself for worrying Duncan, always having to put up a strong front so he didn't have to deal with my problems that I buried away. "Well whatever is wrong, always know that I love you (y/n) no matter what." my heart eases from the weight on my shoulders fading away hearing Duncan mutter that he loves me over and over.

"I love you too Duncan, always..."