one week cruise 2 fine boys.
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The Port of Miami was already buzzing by nine in the morning. Sun blazing, suitcases rolling, families arguing over who lost the sunscreen. The massive cruise ship towered over the dock like a floating city, all white decks and tinted glass, and Y/n could already hear the faint thump of music coming from somewhere on board.
Marcel Laurent stood by the terminal entrance, arms crossed, watching his family like a security guard who just clocked in for a twelve-hour shift. He'd been quiet all morning—too quiet—but Danielle knew exactly what was coming.
Aight, look. Before we step foot on this boat, I need everybody to hear me.
adjusting her sunglasses, already smiling Marcel, baby, we haven't even boarded yet.
I'm serious, Dani.
He looked from Y/n to Amiyah, who was busy recording a TikTok of the ship like she hadn't heard a word.
Y/n. Amiyah. Y'all put them phones down for one second.
Dad said put the phones down!
Shut up, Jay.
Watch your mouth, Mia.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough that only Y/n and Amiyah could hear.
I know y'all think this is just seven days of doing whatever y'all want. And I know y'all gon be running around that ship, going to that teen club, all that.
So let me make one thing clear right now.
No dating boys.
He said it slow, like each word needed to sink in.
No numbers, no sneaking off, no little cruise ship boyfriends. This is a family vacation. Y'all don't need to meet nobody.
sighing dramatically Marcel, they're teenagers. They're going to talk to people.
They can talk. But that's it.
Can I get a girlfriend?
No.
Man.
finally looking up from her phone, lips pressed together like she was holding in a laugh Uncle Marc, we got it. No boys. We heard you.
I'm not playing with y'all.
He pointed at Y/n.
Especially you.
Danielle shot Y/n a look that said don't worry, I'll handle him later, then clapped her hands together.
Okay! Family picture in front of the ship, then we board. Everybody smile like we didn't just get a lecture.