Just when I think I really know V he does something that completely shocks me. I think he keeps parts of him hidden even from me. That' s a part of what makes our relationship more interesting. We came in after he'd picked me up from work, on third shift, and found a red eyed, exhausted Ladie holding Jamie.

(Jamie's' pov)

"What's wrong?" I asked watching my best friend pace back, and forth running her hand over his back.

"He's sick, he's been fussing all night."

"Where's Jesse?"

"I sent him to bed, he was up late tonight finishing car, and Jamie is in one of those moods again." she said sighing heavily. Confused Brandy looked at me, and I realized how new she still was to our family.

"He won't let anyone, but Lad hold him sometimes."

"oh."

"Lad, don't' you have morning classes?"

Ladie was working in the garage, and going to school part time for business. So she could take over running the garage for Mia when she graduated.

"Here give him to me, and go to bed," V said slipping his tattooed arms under Jamie's Body to support him as he pulled him to his chest. The boy whined quietly at being taken from his arms, but quickly quieted at the sound of V's baritone.

"Thanks bro," she said kissing his cheek.

(B) "Let's go upstairs," He whispered taking my hand and hitting the light switch as we climbed the stairs. In those fifteen minutes I think I feel totally in love with V all over again. He was going to be such a great father.

" Its ok that he's sleeping in here right?" He asked as we all climbed into bed, Jamie curled against V . "Of course," I said smiling. As I drifted off to sleep I could almost pretend this was our family together.



Sometimes it seems like, just when everything's going your way, something happens to ruin it.

(Brandy's POV)

A month later things were going really well! I was finally graduating, me, and V were getting closer and closer every day. That kind of happens when you live with someone, I knew what brand of boxers he wore for heavens sakes, and I loved it. I loved shopping together, buying him after shave, the whole bit. It was just like being married, except for one major thing, that was becoming harder, and harder to say not to. The teams were meshing really well. They usually arrived together, and then picked if Brandon or DOM would race. Though he would never admit it out loud I think he'd missed the closeness we'd lost , and he was really starting to fit in with the "Torettos"

"You ready babe?" V asked sticking his head into our room. I never got tired of saying that "Our room."

"Yea, " I said hopping over to him as I put on my sandal. The team was heading to my graduation, and they were actually dressing up . Something I had demanded of them in true princess form. I smiled and kissed Vince as I straightened his tie. He had gone all out, and bought a suit for me.

"You nervous?" he asked taking my hand as we walked to the cars.

"No I'm just ready to get the hell up out," I said grinning.

I looked at V confused as everyone starred at us as we entered the auditorium.

" I don't know," he mouthed shrugging as he let go of my hand, and I went back stage to get ready.

"So that's the mysterious V," Carla said smiling as I took my place next to her.

"Si," I said giggling, we'd had a business class together this semester.

"He's hot,"

"Thanks, I think so too," Said smiling.

"I can not believe you are dating him. "

"Why?" I asked turning to Ashley ready to defend V at all costs .

"Well in case you haven't noticed he's white, and you're black , you obviously don't' belong together," She said making my mouth drop open in shock. Of all the things she could have said that was one I had never even crossed my mind. Turning back to face the stage I ignored her.

"Forget her," Carla said rolling here eyes.

I tried to, but her statement had made me think. It was like her words had opened my eyes. Did seeing me with V really bother people? Why should it matter at all? Was I really what V wanted? I saw all the girls at the races who tried to catch his attention. They were, blonde, and perfectly built, walking talking barbies, but he was with me. With my coarse black hair, brown eyes, and curvy frame.

V

I frowned from my seat as I watched Brandy's facial expressions. What was she thinking about? She'd waited for this her whole life, shouldn't she be more .. Excited?