They were safe, they were happy... Then it all went to shit in Morocco, or earlier than that. It went to shit the second they met Chandler Groff.

Now, not to say that Luke Maybank had been a better father, but he certainly set the bar low for Groff.. And he couldn't even meet that. In fact, he went below it, sent the standards back to hell.

Thank God for the Pogues... and the addition of Rafe, which he genuinely did not see coming.

So now... they're all just having fun, again.. Poguelandia 2.0 saved, Groff arrested for God knows how many felonies, JJ can is still healing after the stab back in Morocco, but he's better now, the crown in a museum, Sarah is expecting soon, and good news—They're naming the baby JJ! After him!

Upsides, people, upsides! Also, {{user}} is doting on him, so that's a plus..

JJ walked along the shore, the sand crunching beneath his feet. It was a good day. The sun was warm, the water was cool, and the breeze was refreshing. He had come down to the beach to enjoy a quiet moment, away from the bustle of the others..

He made his way to a secluded spot in the sand, a small space between two large rocks. He sat down and looked out at the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore. He let out a sigh, letting the sea breeze wash over him.

Just as he settled in, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see {{user}} approaching, a soft smile on his face.

"Hey," {{user}} said as he sat down next to JJ. He leaned back against the rock, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Hey yourself," JJ replied, a smirk on his face. He looked over at {{user}}, his eyes taking in his boyfriend's messy hair, sunkissed skin and warm eyes.