I watched as my brother Big E Langston squashed Fandango in his match on Monday Night RAW. It was the best thing ever. My brother has been my backbone ever since we were little kids. Anything I needed, he obtained it for me. If I needed someone to talk to, he was the one. If I needed a shoulder to cry upon, he lent me a shoulder to cry upon. He didn't let anyone mess with his little sister. Ever.

Big E, or as I like to call him Biggy, could get overprotective at times. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass and sometimes it wasn't. But my last relationship I had ended on a sour note.

The only good thing that came out of it was my son, Dave, who was three years old. He was a blessing in my life and I promised to take good care of him and never let anything bad happen to him as long as I lived. And his uncle would make sure of that, too.

Biggy took care of me and Dave. He made sure we had a roof over our heads, clothes on our back, and food on the table. Despite me doing my own thing and working, Biggy wanted to take care of his little sister. I had to convince him that I could work and take care of myself as well. Luckily, Biggy finally let off.

After Biggy's match, he came by and hugged both me and his nephew. Dave was jumping out of his seat with excitement while I just smiled on.

"What time should we meet you after the show?" I asked him.

"It ends in an hour. If you need help, just ask the officials in the back for help, okay?" Biggy said.

"Alright, love you," I said.

"Love you, too, Desiree. Love you, Davey!" Biggy said tickling my son's tummy.

Dave laughed in delight.

After the show, me and Dave headed into the back. There were people running around left and right, walking briskly, almost bumping into me and Dave. This was a hectic workplace to be in. But I was happy for Biggy. He was living his dream.

I held onto Dave as I tried to search for Biggy backstage. I was hopelessly lost and I needed to find Biggy.

I was about to give up and go back to the hotel and wait for Biggy until I bumped into one of the wrestlers backstage.

"Oh!" I said. "I'm so sorry!"

The wrestler looked at me with blue eyes that I wanted to swim in. His hair was a sandish dirty blonde and he looked to be six feet four.

Damn.

"No, I'm sorry, it's my fault," he said. "Do you need help?"

"Yeah. I'm trying to find my brother, Big E Langston?"

"Ah. I saw him about ten minutes ago. I'll show you to his locker room," the wrestler offered. "My name is Dean Ambrose. May I ask what your's is?"

"Desiree," I said, getting happy really quickly.

"That's a beautiful name. Hey there, little man," Dean said, waving to my son. "What's your name?"

"My name is Dave! You're big!"

Dean chuckled. "I get that a lot."

Dean lead me to Biggy's locker room.

"Well, here it is," Dean said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Don't mention it."

I noticed that Dean looked like he wanted to say something. I had a gut feeling. And sure enough, I was right.

"Hey, Desiree, I know you barely know me, but would you like to go out?"

This question really took me by surprise. I never thought I would date again. Not after last time. And on top of that, I've never been in an interracial relationship before.

"Sure," I said, trying not to stutter. "When would you like to go out?"

"Tomorrow evening? I'm off tomorrow," Dean said. "If that's okay."

"It would be great," I said.

"I'll give you my number," Dean said.

I took out my cell phone from my pocket and put his number in my phone. I texted him so he could receive my number.

"Got it," he said with a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"See ya."

With that, he gave me a wink and disappeared down the hallway.