Over the three weeks, Dean moved in with me and Dave in Philadelphia. Despite getting engaged so early in our relationship, we worked everything out. He had time to settle in but he had to be back on the road soon.

A few weeks after I got engaged, I had called my brother and told him about my engagment to Dean:

"Hey, what's up?" Biggy asked.

"Nothing. It's good to hear from you again," I said.

"It's goog to hear from you, too, sis. I'm sorry for what happened between me and Dean. Sorry I put you through that," Biggy continued.

"I forgave you long ago," I said.

"But I know you're still with him," Biggy said.

I hesitated for a few seconds.

"Biggy," I started.

"Yes, sis?"

"I'm engaged to Dean."

Silence.

More silence.

"I have to go. Love you, bye."

"Bye."

Click.

That didn't go so well with that but once I told my mom and father and the other members of my family, they were extremely happy.

"Awwww, my baby is getting married!" my mom said.

My dad was more than happy than anyone because he finally had a soon to be son-in-law. At least my parents were happy. Unlike my own brother who was supposed to be there for me.

My dad was outside talking to Dean while me and my mom were inside the kitchen setting the table.

"Dean is a really nice young man," she said. "Does Biggy know that you're engaged?"

"Yes. He does. But he didn't congratulate me," I said.

My mother stopped setting the table and gave me a stern look.

"And why not?"

I wanted to tell her so bad but couldn't.

"Desiree, what is it?" my mom asked.

I looked at her with sadness in my eyes.

"It's because he's white and I'm black. Dean and Biggy got into a huge fight after one of the shows. You know what, I need to lay down," I said, leaving the kitchen.

Dean and my dad were making their way into the kitchen.

"Desiree!" my mom called after me.

I ignored her and went to my room and shut the door. I collapsed on my bed. Soon, I heard a knock at my door.

"WHAT!?"

"It's me," Dean said.

"Come in."

Dean entered into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Your mom told me what happened," Dean said, making his way to my bed and laying next to me. "I understand."

"I just wish my brother would be there for me, you know?" I said.

"Well, at least your parents love me. Your son ADORES me," Dean said, chuckling. "I love him a lot. Just as much as I do you. Now, let's go back downstairs and get some grub before I cook you and eat you myself."

After my parents left, Dean put Dave to sleep and came back into the room with me.

"You're going to be gone for a while," I said with sadness.

"Three months. I'll be off for a few weeks in December, just in time for the holidays," Dean said.

"Don't forget, Dave's birthday is Christmas day too!" I reminded him.

"Right!" Dean said. "I'll be sure to pick something up for him."

The next day, I bid Dean goodbye, Dave started to cry when Dean had to go but we reassured him Dean would always keep in contact.

Roman came to pick Dean up and they were on there way to their next show.

Somehow, my brother got some time off and decided to pay me a visit. I reluctantly let him in. Despite forgiving him, I still had some uneasiness around him.

"Uncle B!" Dave said, running to see his uncle.

Even though I didn't talk to Biggy much, I still let Dave talk to his uncle.

I was in the kitchen making a frappachino when Biggy walked in and sat at the table.

"The house looks nice," Biggy said. "I see you bought new things."

"Me and Dean redid the house," I said. "You want a frap?"

"No, thanks. I'm good. I just wanted to check up on you."

By then, I turned around.

"How could you do this to me, Biggy? Disapprove of my relationship because of YOUR OWN bigotry!? Dave loves Dean, hell, mom and dad love him too! But you.." I shook my head in disgust.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you. I'm happy you're engaged," Biggy said. "I truly am. Mom did lecture me about what I did."

I took a deep breath and drunk my frappachino.

"Biggy, you know I love you. And I would never forget about you!" I said.

I put my drink down on the counter and went to give him a hug. He got up and gave me a hug.

"I'm sorry, Desiree. I just don't want you to get hurt," Biggy said.

"I won't get hurt," I said. "But you have to change your ways because you're only pushing me further away."

Biggy then took a step back to look at me.

"You have been more happier lately."

"Damn right. And it's going to stay that way too!"

"You're right though. I'm going to...give Dean a chance. First, I should meet up with him on the road and tell him sorry. Bury the hatchet," Biggy said.

"You should. I would greatly appreciate that. For me, please."