Back home in the states, the two had gone back to their normal lives; uploading videos and preparing for the wedding. Brock had all but pushed the family dinner out of his mind and increasingly focused on how he was going to start losing weight. He tried not to think about the comment Brian's cousin made, and decided that he was doing this for himself. He only had a few months, so he'd spent a majority of his time googling quick, healthy remedies to drop the pounds fast. He'd screenshotted certain recipes, different ways to work out, and he was happy with the way he was going about it, especially for a person who usually didn't do something like this.

He was also excited to cook new things for Brian, to be able to work out together and explore that side of their relationship. It was something he was sure they would both enjoy with one another. Before he knew it, he would be dropping weight and liking the way he looked a little bit more. Hopefully Brian would as well. Even though he had said that he was happy with the way Brock looked, Brock definitely still had his doubts.

On a particular night after dinner, Brock had brought out some old photos that he and Brian kept in the storage closet in their home. He sat in the living room floor, different pictures splayed out before him, and he took his time looking through them. He was hoping they would be his inspiration for losing weight, but all they did was make him feel worse about himself, and yet? He couldn't look away. He was smaller, more in shape, working out regularly from rugby and football. And then he got to the pictures of he and Brian from the early stages in their relationship. There was one where Brian was carrying him on his back, and Brock was sure that he was too big for Brian to do that anymore. The thought made him sad.

"Whatcha doing?" The Irishman's voice brought the older man from his self-deprecation as he came down the stairs with his headset on, obviously getting ready to play with the guys. He approached Brock with curious eyes, as he eyed all the stuff on the floor, and a cross-legged man in the middle of all of it.

Brock looked up and gave a somewhat fake grin, "Just looking through some old pictures."

"Feeling nostalgic?" Brian inquired as he picked up the one his fiance was holding. He and Brock were so happy together, and one could tell from looking at their photographs together. Their eyes were bright, smiles were big and white, and there was just so much love radiating between them. It was very unfortunate that Brock was only focused on the way he looked.

He gave a small chuckle, "I guess."

"I love this picture." Brian replied, talking about the one he held. "Why don't we put it up in the house somewhere?"

Brock couldn't help but to let his gaze fall to the floor. Of course he liked that picture the most. He was skinnier, prettier. "Okay." He agreed, taking it from Brian and tucking it aside. He wasn't sure where he was going to put it, but he would find a place. "Any other ones you want to keep out?" The older man continued, glancing up at Brian who still stood there studying him.

"I'm not sure." He answered. "I'll probably have to look through them later. Maybe there's some good ones in there for the wedding."

"Oh yeah, you're probably right." Brock hadn't even thought about that since he was so focused on the weight thing. They did need some photographs for the wedding reception and RSVP's and whatnot. He made a mental note to pick some out later. And if he was going to use these for the wedding, he definitely needed to lose some weight. He didn't want all their wedding guests thinking he had let himself go after all these years too. He wanted to look and feel his best.

Brian cleared his throat, pulling the older man out of his thoughts, "Brocky?"

"Hm?" The older man asked, looking up at his fiance once more.

"I said do you want to play gmod? The boys are waiting." He gestured to the upstairs of their home.

Brock had to think for a few moments, he really didn't feel like playing video games, but then again, laughing and raging at some games might make him feel a little bit better. However, he wanted to get a jump on this whole diet and exercise thing. "Uhh, maybe next time... It's nice out, I think I'm going to go for a walk." He said as he stood up. What a great way to end his night, and he could work off the dinner he just ate.

"Okay sweetheart." The younger man replied with a nod. "Just be careful and keep your phone on you."

"I will." Brock agreed before pulling Brian into his arms. "I love you."

Brian smiled, eyes crinkling up on the edges. "I love you too. Give me a kiss?" He asked sweetly before puckering his lips slightly. The older man obliged and pulled him in a bit closer so their lips could gently meet. He never got tired of kissing the Irishman; every time it felt like the first time, and for that he was so thankful. When they pulled away, all they could do was grin. "I'll be upstairs playing games." Brian said before separating from Brock.

"I shouldn't be gone long." The older man explained before going over to the door and slipping his jacket and shoes on. A walk would be nice. He could get some fresh air, clear his mind, then come home and go to sleep. And it was a nice evening too, he felt good when he stepped outside and continued down the sidewalk. All he could think about was the wedding and how good he was going to look by the time his diet was over. Next week he would start going to the gym and he was sure Brian would want to go with him. This was the beginning of a good thing, he was completely sure of it.

After a good half hour of walking down the slow streets, Brock decided to turn around and head back home. After all, he didn't want to be out too late, and he didn't want Brian to have to go to sleep without him. All in all, he was gone for about an hour. When he got back to the house, he was quiet in taking off his jacket and shoes and slipping upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his husband to be. Brian must have went to sleep early, because he was already in bed snoring. Brock couldn't help but to chuckle. Looks like they were turning in already tonight. With that, he went over to the dresser and pulled out some pajamas.

However, he wasn't prepared for what caught his eye. Brian had taken the picture they were looking at earlier and placed it on the top of the dresser, next to a few other older ones. There were photographs of them kissing, them laughing and holding each other, and Brock couldn't help but to give a melancholy smile. Brian must have looked at the pictures before he went to bed. They were all from the beginning of the relationship, when the two would go on trips and visit each other years ago. Brock wondered if Brian had picked up on how noticeably different he looked in the pictures to what he looked like now. He had to have, right?

With a sigh, Brock continued dressing himself for bed, now wanting to lose weight more than ever ASAP.