A few minutes had passed since Brian had first looked at his watch and he was growing worried, "Ready to go Brocky?" He called from the bedroom, pulling his jacket over his shoulders. It had gotten chilly out since he and his partner had arrived home, but the weather was still fair. It was a perfect night for dinner underneath the stars, so he grabbed a jacket for his significant other as well; he didn't want him to get cold later.

"Almost!" Brock replied instantly as he locked the bathroom door. Another exhausting week had passed, and he had been desperate to weigh himself once more. However, he and Brian had been out running errands for the wedding all day and he had yet to have the chance. He was excited since last week he lost some pounds. So, without anymore hesitation, the older man stepped on the scale, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He felt like doing this would never get any easier.

When he looked down at the digital scale, he was taken by surprise again; he had gained two pounds. It was impossible, wasn't it? Immediately, his dark eyes brimmed with tears. He had doubled his gym time, how in the world did he gain weight? He was working harder than ever these days to keep himself more than in shape. "Brock?" Brian asked once more, pulling him from his thoughts.

He hadn't wanted to ruin their night, but he felt like he just did. "Coming!" Brock wiped his eyes, and looked in the mirror to assure his face wasn't red. He definitely didn't feel like going out to dinner with his fiance now, now he just felt like crap. He wanted to go to the gym and sweat those lousy two pounds off. Would they be noticeable? What if Brian said something? Brock huffed before making his way out of the bathroom and to the bedroom, where he found the Irishman waiting patiently for him. He grabbed his wallet and keys, and followed the other man to the door.

It had been awhile since the two had had a proper date night, and Brock had been excited until now. "I can't wait to eat." Brian grinned as he opened the car door for his husband to be. He couldn't wait to just have a nice night with the man he loved dearly. They climbed into the vehicle and got settled, it was soon that the younger man began the drive to the restaurant nearby. Brock gazed out the window, hand on his chin; it was a beautiful evening, but his self-deprecating thoughts kept getting in the way of him being able to enjoy it. It was when Brian reached over and grabbed his fingers that he finally came to. "You okay?" He inquired as he drove, looking over at the older man if only for a second.

Brock looked over and feigned a gentle smile. "Yeah."

"Sweetheart?"

"Hm?"

Brian sighed, "You can talk to me, you know that right?"

Brock nodded, "I know."

"Then you want to tell me what's bothering you?" The Irishman knew there was a reason for his silence, a reason why he was acting so strange; he just didn't know what that particular reason was. He could read his lover so well though, and he could always tell when something was bothering him. Brock mentally cursed as he looked back out the window; damn Brian, Brock definitely didn't want to talk about it right now, he didn't even want to think about it right now. He wanted to forget that it had ever happened and just work harder.

"I..." He got out, but then stopped to take a breath. "I... I gained weight." He admitted. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up in shame, and he began to play with his hands, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He was so disappointed in himself, and he was sure Brian would be too. All he wanted to do was lose weight for this wedding!

It was quiet for a moment, Brian trying to think of the right thing to say. After all, Brock was sensitive, and he didn't want to make the situation any worse. "Is that all?" The younger man inquired, and all Brock could do was nod. "Honey you've been going to the gym more, it's probably just muscle." He was trying hard to make the other man feel better, but he wasn't sure if it was going to work; he just knew how Brock could be at times. "I'm sure that next week when you weigh yourself again, it will be back down." His voice was calm, understanding, and Brock gave a sigh of relief.

"You think so?" He asked hesitantly.

Brian nodded, "Sure, all you can do is keep trying."

"That makes me feel a little better." Brock admitted.

"Good." The Irishman smiled as he grabbed Brock's hand once more and gave it a slight squeeze. "Can we try to enjoy our night?" He inquired and the older man nodded. "I love you Brocky." He said sweetly.

"I love you too." Brock returned, his heart swelling if only slightly. He really did love the younger man with all his heart, and he wasn't sure what he would ever do without him. Sure, they had their ups and downs, but in the end, they always had each other's backs. he wouldn't trade his relationship for the world. It was comfortable silence as they continued their drive to the restaurant, but Brock was still in his head. He felt bad because now he would have to work even harder; as if he wasn't working hard enough all ready. But in the end, he hoped the results would be worth it.

When they finally arrived to their destination, the sun had completely set in the sky, leaving a perfect view of the stars. The couple requested a table on the patio, and would enjoy their food under the moon. Brock ordered a small salad, and yet he barely touched it. He ate maybe a tomato and had a few sips of water, and Brian noticed. However, he didn't say anything because he didn't want to make the older man feel bad. He knew he was probably still sore about gaining weight, so just for tonight he'd let him skimp out on dinner. His chest ached for him, but he knew that Brock was going to do what Brock wanted to do regardless.

After dinner, the couple drove home in silence. Brian was tired from running around all day, and Brock was anxious to get home. The gravel crunched as the Irishman pulled into the driveway, and the two made their way to the front door. Keys jingled in the lock and slowly but surely they were inside. "I've gotta get some work done, that okay?" Brian questioned as he kicked off his shoes near the entryway. They'd been gone all day, and he desperately needed to stream.

"Yeah that's fine. I'm gonna head to bed." Brock replied tiredly. He pulled the younger man into his arms and held him tightly. "Thank you for dinner." He meant it, he meant every word.

"Thank you for actually coming out with me." Brian chuckled. "Goodnight honey, I love you." He kissed Brock's lips gently, making them tingle slightly.

Brock sighed, "I love you too." He went upstairs and retired to the bedroom to change his clothes. Once he heard Brian go into the office, Brock quietly made his way to the bathroom for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do it, but with no hesitation, he stuck his finger in his throat and made himself vomit. With tears in his eyes, he stepped on the scale once more.