I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. I couldn't stop thinking about Dean. Even in the shower, I wished he was right behind me, helping me wash. I also pictured myself helping him wash as well.
I was falling hard for this man and I couldn't help myself.
I slipped on my favorite sleeveless long that was pink along with some white flats. I decided to keep my hair down and put a matching pink headband on. I grabbed my purse and a denim jacket in case I got cold. I put on some Mariah Crey perfume to top everything off. Dean loves the smell of my perfume.
"Hi, mommy!" Dave said, running to me, as I exited my room.
"Hi, baby! How's mommy's little man doing?" I asked, embracing my child in a hug.
"Good! I got waffles and me and uncle got you some, too!"
I looked at the table and saw blueberry waffles. Biggy was sitting at the table, devouring food.
Dave ran back to his post near the television to watch cartoons and eat his breakfast. I joined my brother at the table.
"Good morning," I said to him.
"Morning sis."
"Have fun yesterday?"
"Sure did," I said, with a smile on my face. "Did you have fun with Dave yesterday?"
"Yup. Took him to the local carnival and then took him to watch a movie," Biggy said, drinking some orange juice.
"That's good. He loves carnivals," I said.
"And I'd love to know what you were doing with Dean last night," Biggy said, abruptly.
I knew it was going to be hell to pay when I told him about being with Dean last night.
"He invited me to dinner. Something wrong with that?"
Biggy was silent for a moment.
"Yes. Yes it is. Desiree, you are only twenty years old! He's twenty eight! You have no damn business being with him!"
I felt my blood boiling underneath my skin.
"EXCUSE ME? I'm not a kid anymore. I don't have to obey anyone. Dean wanted to invite me to dinner and I had a delicious meal with him. It's not like he kidnapped me and held me against my will!"
"What else did you do with Dean last night?"
"It's none of your damn business, Biggy," I said, getting up from the table. I didn't even take a bite of the blueberry waffles thanks to Biggy.
"It is TO my damn business!" Biggy said, getting up from the table as well.
"Shut the hell up and leave me alone!" I shouted to him.
"Mommy, Uncle B, don't fight," I heard Dave said.
I grabbed Dave's coat from the coach and beckoned for him to come with me.
"Let's go, Dave," I said, trying to keep my cool. I didn't want to argue with his uncle in front of him.
Dave got up and grabbed ahold of my hand.
"See you later, Uncle B," Dave said to Biggy.
I let him give his uncle a hug before he rejoined me again to leave the hotel room.
"Be careful," was Biggy's words to me, but I ignored him and left.
I was so upset with Biggy that I didn't notice someone was calling my name.
"Desiree!"
I turned around and saw Dean jogging towards me from his room with his bag in his hand.
"Hey, Dean," I said. He could tell I was visibly upset about something.
"Everything okay?" He asked, giving me a hug. He gave my son a playful fist bump and a hug too. Dean was his favorite.
"Hey, Dean! One day, I'm going to get strong and tough enough to wrestle you myself!" Dave said. Dave wanted to be in the squared ring himself one day. I definitely will support him in that.
"I'll train you too. Want to head to the arena and practice some moves?" Dean offered.
"Sure!"
Dean smiled and looked back at me.
"That is, if your lovely mother approves."
"Come on, mommy, please?"
I couldn't help but smile a little. "Sure. Let's go. I need to get out anyways."
We walked down the hall to the elevator. Dave was running ahead of us at full speed.
"Is everything alright?" Dean asked again.
I didn't say anything at first. I didn't know what to say. Or how to say anything for that matter.
Dean gently grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Desiree, is everything alright? You're worrying me," he said, sternly.
I looked into his blue eyes. "Everything is okay."
Dean gave me a kiss on the cheek, took my hand into his, and we continued to walk down the hall to the elevator. We made it down to the lobby and waited for the rental car to be brought around to the front.
"Damn, I forgot Dave's seat," I told Dean.
"That's alright, he can wear a seatbelt in the back. I won't drive fast," Dean said.
"Dean!"
"Desiree!"
With that, I chuckled.
Dean helped Dave get situated in the backseat and placed his bag in the back, then opened the passenger door for me. I got in and Dean shut the door. Dean then hopped in the driver's seat and we were off to the arena.
Once we got there, Dean and Dave we in the ring practicing moves. Moves I would approve of at the moment, though. Dave was running around the ring and jumping off the top turnbuckle. Each time he would jump, Dean would catch him to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. Soon, the show was about to start, so Dean had to go in the back to get ready.
"Front row right?" Dean said, placing an arm around my hip and pulling me towards him.
"Front row," I said.
We kissed and Dave said, "Ooooohhh!"
Dean smiled and gave me one more hug. He then gave Dave a hug and then he was off.
Me and Dave took our seats at ringside, behind the annoucer's table.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"I like Dean a lot. Why doesn't Uncle B like him?"
