I obeyed Dean and grabbed Dave. I heard him and Biggy get into it and turned around to see Dean on top of Biggy, wailing on him. I shielded Dave's eyes from everything. He started to cry in my arms.
"Sssshhh, it's alright. Mommy's here," I said, trying to remain calm myself.
I saw Biggy block one of Dean's punches and yank him onto the floor and land a punch on his face. I then saw referees and officals and even some wrestlers try to break them up.
I saw a huge Samoan wrestler pick Dean up and drag him away from Biggy.
"Fuck you asshole!" Dean shouted at my brother. His hair was dishelved and he was flailing out of pure rage.
"Stay the fuck away from my sister and nephew! You hear me you piece of shit!?" Biggy yelled back at him.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, trying to break free from the Samoan wrestler's grip.
"Dean! Calm down!" the wrestler said.
"No, Roman! Let me at the son of a bitch! Lemme go!"
"Dean! Calm the hell down," Roman said. He pushed Dean up against the wall.
"Son of a bitch started it first and I was gonna end it," Dean said, breathing heavily.
"Just calm down," Roman said.
Dean managed to calm himself down. Roman handed him a water bottle, which Dean opened up and downed quickly. He then turned to look for me.
"Desiree?"
I came out and walked up to him.
"Dean, I'm so sorry," I said. I started to cry into his chest.
Dean wrapped an arm around me and another around Dave, who hugged his leg.
"It's okay. It's all over. I'm getting a new hotel room for the night. When we go to the next city tomorrow, you and Dave are with me," Dean said.
I slightly nodded my head and kept crying. I managed to stop weeping when Roman offered me a few tissues.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he said. He had the most beautiful tattoo that went from his wrist to his chest. His long black hair, gorgeous beard, and grey eyes made him look super hot. Biggy would've disapproved of him as well, probably.
Dean looked down at Dave. He kneeled down to talk to him for a moment.
"Dave, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened. You shouldn't have experienced that. But despite what your uncle says, I just want you to know I love your mommy very much and I would do anything for her. I love you too and I would do anything for you, despite what anyone else says," Dean said.
Dave nodded. "I know. I told mommy I liked you. I wondered why my uncle didn't like you. But I guess now I know." He lowered his head.
"Hey, look at me," Dean said.
Dave looked back up at him with tears in his eyes. "My uncle hates you because you're white. It doesn't matter though, because I love you!"
Dave then gave Dean a big hug. Roman placed an arm, an huge one, around me.
"If you need anything, I'm here, too," he resassured me. "I'll help you get your stuff from your hotel room."
"Thanks a lot," I said. "Roman, right?"
"Yes. Desiree, am I right?"
"Yes."
"Let's go," Dean said quietly, picking Dave up, who was now upset.
We arrived at the hotel and Roman helped me pack me Dave's clothes while I packed mine.
"Your brother is a piece of work," Roman said while he packed Dave's belongings. "Dean is a extremely nice guy. Don't know what his problem is."
"He said Dean had a case of jungle fever," I said.
"The hell?" Roman said. "JUNGLE FEVER?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Even in this day and age, there's always that ONE person," Roman said.
"Unfortunately, that happened to be my brother," I said, shaking my head. Right then and there, I broke down crying, despite being close to finishing packing my clothes.
Roman hugged me. "It's okay."
After I pulled myself together, I finished packing and left with Roman and headed to Dean's new hotel room.
Roman gave me his cell phone number in case I ever needed anything and bid me goodnight once I was settled in. Dean had taken Dave to get some candy in the lobby to calm him down for the night. A few minutes later, Dean came back with Dave.
"Desiree?" Dean called out for me.
"In here," I said. I was picking out Dave's clothes for the next day in his room.
Dave had a bagful of candy in his hand. "Look at what Dean got me!"
"Only two pieces of candy tonight, okay? Save some for tomorrow," I said to him. "Get ready for a bath."
"I'll give him a bath. You go back into our room and relax, okay?" Dean said.
"Alright," I said.
I retreated to our room and went to look into the mirror. My eyes were red from crying so much. I couldn't believe that my own brother would disapprove of my relationship. Just because Dean is white and I'm black. I was enraged and heartbroken at the same time. I wanted to scream and punch the mirror in front of me. Instead, I washed my face and slipped on my nightgown. I laid down in the bed. I wasn't sleepy. Instead, I looked at nothing. My eyes were focused on nothing in particular. I was just staring into space. I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned and saw Dean laying beside me. Even though the lights were out, the blinds were open and light from the full moon was shining through. I caressed Dean's slightly bruised face in my hands and saw his lip was busted a little.
Our gazes never left each other.
"Desiree," Dean said.
"Yes?" I whispered.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
Dean ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me. Things got heated between us. More heated than our first encounter.
Before I knew it, my nightgown had came off.