Please excuse ANY errors.

January 1, 1999

~Tia's P.O.V~

Donald and I woke up in the middle of the day because we were up all night and day, even when we arrived at our hotel. Donald is still in a deep sleep, calling hogs in my ear, but he's not loud. He's right up against my back with his hands wrapped around me. I moved, causing him to move onto his back, and his snoring became louder. I rotated my shoulders because they're aching, and so is my back. I'm also hot.

Turning over, I flipped the covers off my body to see Donald sleeping with his mouth slightly agape. I moved the covers up to his neck because this time, Donald opened the window and it's chilly in here, at least for him. Having your neck exposed when it's cold will make a person sick and my man was already coughing yesterday.

Laying on my back, I held my finger up because I slept with my ring on. It's so beautiful! I was suspicious throughout the day, but I definitely wasn't expecting Donald to propose, especially this early, but here we are... It was so beautiful! Now standing on my knees, I leaned down to kiss Donald's lips. His lips moved, but he remained asleep. I need to close the window. I was only able to pull away slightly before my hand was grabbed and I was flipped onto my back. Donald relaxed right between my legs.

"Good mornin'," he spoke.

"Good morning," I replied.

"Thought I was asleep?" Donald asked staring down at me, holding my hand against the bed.

"For sure," I replied.

"You thought wrong," he said licking his lips.

I grabbed his chin, leaning up and getting lost in our deep kiss. Donald pulled away breathlessly, staring down at me with his forehead resting against mines.

"As much as I like this, I have to use the bathroom," I broke the silence.

Donald rolled over onto his back, the opposite side where he sleeps. This is a large bed. "A'ight," he replied.

I went over to the side he sleeps on so I could close the window first, then walked to the bathroom. I turned the radio on, then used the toilet. When the toilet flushed, Donald walked in.

"I don't get any privacy?" I asked him, washing my hands.

"You left the bathroom door wide open as always. I have to pee too," he said now urinating in the toilet and leaning on the walk behind the toilet. "I ain't got no privacy because you standing right here."

"You came in here," I put my ring back on. "How are you able to pee in front of me all of a sudden? I thought you were shy?" I spoke grabbing my toothbrush out of its container.

"Mm-mm," he shrugged. "It disappeared or somethin'." He shook and then wipe himself with a wipe. "Damn, you're watching me like a hawk. Horny ass."

"Horny?" I looked up at him after I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush, rolling my eyes. "Who? Are you referring to yourself?"

"Listen, I'm a man and I JUST woke up from a long sleep. It's gon' take a while."

"Man, same difference," I then began brushing my teeth.

"Same and different? Make it make sense," he tucked himself into his shorts, then flushed the toilet.

"It doesn't. It's just some lame comeback that I stole from an old friend." I struggled to speak with the toothbrush and toothpaste in my mouth. "I hated it too when I first heard it." I placed on thigh and cheek on the counter.

Drying his hands, he rinsed off his toothbrush. "Do you still want that summer wedding?"

I got off the counter and spat some of the toothpaste into the sink, "Summer, spring, fall... It doesn't matter. I just don't want it to be cold outside because that's where I want it. Nor do I want it too close to your birthday."

"I want to propose to you on my birthday, but that's way too far away," he revealed.

"Your birthday? Why?" I tilted my head to the side.

"That would've been a gift to remember," he chuckled. "I mean, this was memorable too, but still."

"Yes, this proposal is definitely memorable," I replied. "This was the best one I've heard of and especially the best I've had. You put in a lot of work and made it romantic. It was beautiful," I said getting all emotional.

"Babe..." He trailed off. "Come on, you start then I might start," he told me.

"Okay," I closed my eyes, calming down. "The three rings... Where'd you get that idea?"

"Oh, that?" He gave me a look. "Elijah had something to do with that."

"What'd he say?"

"Your first proposal was with more than one ring," he eyed me.

"You're looking at me like that because?" I squinted, "did Elijah tell you everything?"

"Tell me everything like what? The proposal?"

"Yes," I nodded sticking the toothbrush back into my mouth.

"No... Just about the rings. Why?" He squinted at me.

"Nothing."

"You never told me. It was that bad?" He asked me.

"It was... Good..." I trailed off, "in a mediocre type of way, but compared to yours?" I tilted my head forward. "The other one was trash."

Donald exhaled aloud, "GOOD, I'm glad that I was able to achieve that in your memory," he smiled. "I want to get married this year."

"I do too. I'm not with the extremely long engagements. BUT, I do have to make my dress," I replied.

"Meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ain't gettin' no younger, we might as well do it," he sang in low vibrato. "That song is kind of wack if you really listen to the lyrics."

"It is!" I said laughing. "I thought I was the only one. This man said MIGHT AS WELL. There was nothing with depth," I said laughing.

"We ain't gettin' no younger, so we might as well!" He said laughing.

"I'm ready to commit to YOU, baby!" I said laughing and looked like I was begging.

"That shit should've started a long time ago. Ain't no marriage gon' change that shit," he said cracking the heck up.

"Dude said he wants to come home to her and ONLY her," I shook my head, "meaning he wasn't doing it before, but when they get married..." I trailed off. "The foolery!"

Donald shook his head, "for real. People hear that song and think it's romantic and shit."

"That's that hood love. The type of mess I saw growing up," I told him. "My auntie got married at the last minute at my other aunt's wedding."

"Damn, that's fucked up."

"It's that some people always want to be the center of attention. It didn't last. That was her first husband. She's working on her fifth and they get worse every time," I shook my head. "I feel bad for her though. It's like men and marriage are her WHOLE identity."

"She said she ain't stopping until she finds the right one," he said laughing.

"No, literally. She actually said that," I replied. "It's okay to desire marriage, but she does it back to back. No space between to figure things or herself out."

"I got an auntie and uncle just like that," he chuckled. "Cousins too."

"Yeah, I got a heck of a lot of cousins like that. Women at that," I replied. "That's why at one point in my life, I didn't want to get married. I didn't want to be like them."

"Wait, so you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, nothing wrong with that, but didn't want to get married?" He asked me.

"Correct," I nodded.

"So you're willing to die a virgin?" He raised his eyebrows confused and I nodded.

"Correct," I repeated.

"That's... Different, but I respect it."

"All I witnessed were desperate women in my family and didn't want to become one. THOUGH, it may have seemed like they're with my approach."

"You were under the influence, so I wouldn't call it desperate. I ain't ever seem you like that or up in any and everybody's face ever. If it ain't about your business, you low-key, but still gain the attention most crave when you walk into a room."

"Babe..." I trailed off, "Don't nobody be on that with me."

"That's what you think. Why do you think that?" Donald asked me. "I'm so serious."

"Because they don't."

"These niggas be tryin' to holler and you don't even be knowin'. I used to have to tell you all the time," he said laughing. "I still do and you don't catch it. It's gon' happen, so I just laugh, but they are doing it too much."

"I don't consider those things flirting. Just bad jokes."

"That's the funny part. You're goofy, but when they joke around, the bad flirty jokes, you just stand there with your resting face," he said laughing. "Or- or you do that fake ass laugh. They be flirting hard as hell."

"They don't be funny," I shrugged, "like at all! Sometimes I don't catch what was said, but I see laughing and join to ease the awkwardness if I feel like it. Other times, I just leave it awkward."

"I told you this years ago and it's funny."

"No, you aren't the only one who said that, but I literally just DON'T see it."

"Okay, babe. You don't, but you need to start because people are crazy. You are flirty yourself and they think you're flirting back and get shit down later. You have a playful and flirty personality," he replied. "You got a way with words."

I gasped, "I do NOT."

"Okay. Whatever you say," Donald nodded. What colors do you want our wedding to be?"

"Maybe royal blue?" The way I'm saying it is more of a question. "I don't know. I don't even know about wearing white on my wedding day. I may."

"You don't want to wear white?" He asked me. "It's a tradition that virgins wear all white. I thought you loved tradition?"

"I do, but I don't know, but have to make decisions quickly because before we know it, the time will be here," I chuckled. "One thing I DO know is that we do need some good food. This may sound ghetto, but a buffet sounds nice."

"That's some ghetto/ baby shower type stuff. Why though?"

"Because I've only been to one wedding in my life, my unfaithful cousin. The food was trash and the only thing I was able to consume was macaroni and cheese. It was bad too, but I was hungry. I want people's bellies to be full and a variety of food."

"We could do a restaurant theme. They have a menu. That's an option." He replied. "A buffet may leave too much food and just go to waste."

"That's true," I nodded. "The restaurant theme does sound nice," I nodded. "More fitting for the wedding too."

"We just have to find a good restaurant. Where do you want to have the wedding?"

"I'm not sure of that either."

"You didn't get to the planning part when you were engaged the first time?" He laughed.

"Partially, BUT I have different wants now."

"I get it."

"An outside wedding is so beautiful. However, there are so many possibilities. The weather, the bugs, and so much more. Inside, we'll have an air conditioner and controlled temperatures. I DO know that we can't have one in a church."

"Why?" He asked me.

"My grandmother," I replied.

"A demon or vampire?" He asked laughing. "Nahhh," he waved his hands at me laughing, "I forgot that she's a Jehovah's Witness. Due to their religion, they can't step foot in a church."

"Yes, I definitely want her there. She's my only grandmother."

"You've got Daryl's parents," he hinted.

"I need my grandmother and grandfather there," I said bypassing what he said.

He smiled, "that's messed up."

"I didn't say anything, but they really aren't related to me. They're fine, but their son probably won't even be there," I shrugged.

Donald hurled over laughing. "Damn!"

"I'm not trying to make fun, but they won't even be able to understand what's being said either. They'd be bored," I replied. "They are extremely nice people."

"I know what you mean," he nodded with his laughter dying down. "Want to workout together today?"

"Sure," I nodded. "I have to lose some weight for this wedding too."

"I'm tryin' to gain a little bit more muscle," he said flexing his muscles.

I squeezed his arm, "Okay, sir!" I slid back with my hand on my hip. "Beefy."

"Yeah, you see it!" Donald nodded with a big smile spread across his face.

"I do. I do," I nodded. "I feel it too."

"You're toned down though and you look good too," he told me.

"I want abs. I can literally achieve that with my body type too," I told him. "Not too much, but you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," he nodded. "You want to get a little more toned down."

"Exactly."

"I'm already dressed," he told me. "You on the other hand..."

Looking down at his attire, he has me bent, "okay," I said playing it cool.

Donald's not leaving like that and he knows it. He has on some loose basketball shorts and no underwear underneath. If he gets on a leg machine, his penis will fall out. His penis is basically out now.

"I just need to put on a pair of your sweats and I'll be good," I replied.

"You're crazy," he pointed at me. "Your titties are out."

I shook my head in disagreement, "they're under a shirt, so I don't see a problem," I shrugged. "Same as you. You have on shorts."

He tilted his head to the side, "You have on my white beater."

"The problem?" I fluttered my eyebrows.

"You're going to sweat. I see your areolas now without your shirt being wet and your nipples. That's see-through. I don't even wear white beaters alone. I wear them under my shirts," he replied.

"The problem?" I repeated. "I think I look great and so do you. You don't think I look nice?" I spun around with my arms out.

Donald pulled me to him by the back of my panties, "you look nice." He finally agreed with me with his hands rubbing all over my waist.

I turned to him with a smile, "yeah, because you're playing around."

"You knew I wasn't leaving here like this," he chuckled. "I get it. You played the reverse Uno card on me."

"Mm, I just played along with your shenanigans," I shrugged.

"I knew your behind wouldn't do no mess like that either," he kissed my neck getting toothpaste on it. Donald pulled back, walking to the opened bathroom door. "Babe, I think somebody is knocking on the door. You heard that?"

"I did," I walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed Donald's robe, the one I gifted him, NOT the bathroom that he had on yesterday.

I made sure that it was tight before walking out of the bedroom. I looked through the peephole to see his parents on the other side of the door. I flung the door open, then ran.

"Hello, I need to get dressed! Please close the door, have a seat, and get comfortable!" I said running away, then closing our bedroom door once we were inside. "Your parents are here," I whispered to Donald.

"Both?" He asked me and I nodded. His head fell back, "God, I hope my pops don't be on no bull today."

I chuckled, "put some underwear on."

"They ain't ever been to my hotel, how-" he kissed his teeth and snapped his fingers in realization, "Derek and them. Daryl too because he was here too. Why are you whispering? They can't hear us," he went into the bathroom to rinse his toothbrush off, then put it away.

"Alright, but go talk to your parents," I told him, taking off his robe and placing it on the bed.

"Me? You too. I'm sure they want to see you. My mother wants to speak to you too. She actually told me a few days ago," he replied, pulling down his shorts as I walked past him to the bathroom.

"I'll be out there in a little bit. Let me finish brushing my teeth," I applied more toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"A'ight," he replied, putting on some underwear. "I wasn't expecting anyone to come today for some reason. I thought we would have space and time."

"You thought wrong. There's no such thing as privacy in time in black families," I said laughing. "Growing up, when did that happen?"

"Never," he said laughing and putting on his shorts.

"Can't expect anything different now," I told him, brushing my teeth.

"You're stalling. Why did you start the process over again? You already brushed your teeth," he looked at me.

I stared at him silently brushing my teeth.

"Don't look at me like that. I'll wait," he stared at me from the doorway.

Donald then walked back inside, picked up the coconut oil, and swished some in his mouth.

"You're afraid to face your parents alone?" I asked him.

"No," he laughed. "You're getting the nice half of them and when you're around, they won't be as bad."

"Nice? Your dad was pissed at me the whole trip," I said laughing. "I would hate to see what mean looks like."

"Babe, it's me he's upset with, not you. Even though he was taking things out on you, so I completely understand where you're coming from," he agreed. "I think he does like you. I'm the disappointment."

"He has a helluva way of showing it."

"That's pops for you," he chuckled then went into the bedroom.

I continued to brush my teeth. Donald came back with a bra and some sweats. We washed our faces, and I got dressed. We both went into the living room where his parents were- well, now it's just his mother.

"Hello," I greeted.

"Hey, momma," Donald greeted his mother, then hugged her. "How y'all get here and know where to go?"

"Derek of course," she replied.

"I thought Pops was here too?" Donald took a seat.

"He was, he just wanted to make sure I made it up here safely," she replied. "Congratulations to you two," Mrs. DeGrate looked at me. "Can I get a hug from you, Tia?"

I stood up and gave her a hug. "My apologies," I chuckled, then sat back down.

"You didn't even tell me WHEN you were going to propose. I heard it secondhand from your brothers. You didn't even tell Derek," Mrs. DeGrate spoke directly to Donald.

"I told everyone who was in the living room. I figured everyone else was asleep. Also, I don't think Derek was in the living room when I did," Donald replied. "I figured you were asleep. Pops said he was tired at dinner."

"I wanted to be there to witness it. How'd he do it?" She asked me.

"Momma, nobody was around- except Jax, but he was recording it," Donald told her.

"So y'all have it on video?" She asked us.

"Yes, we do," Donald chuckled, "it was nice."

Mrs. DeGrate looked at me again. She did ask me a question. "We were on the balcony sipping on some sparkling cider, just talking. We joined the countdown and shared a little moment when it reached twelve. The fireworks went off and Jax distracted me," I cheesed. "The last of the fireworks spelled out, "will you marry me," I exhaled deeply, getting emotional. "I thought it was meant for another couple and still thought it was romantic. I was excited, telling Donald how cute it was, when I turned around, your son was standing right before me with this look in his eyes."

"I dropped down to one knee and gave a long speech just straight from the heart," Donald added. "I pulled out the ring and popped the question."

"Uh, your son pulled out three rings," I added. "You're missing that part, babe," I glanced at him. "He proposed with three rings," I held out mine. "I, of course, said yes. It was extremely beautiful. He kept me busy most of the day. A lot of events went on throughout the day. We ate an Italian lunch in a hot air balloon and then we went to a rage room. He had it planned to the T and it was just wonderful." I held my hands together.

"It was an emotional rollercoaster for me. I was trembling the whole day," Donald laughed. "We both cried."

"It was beautiful," I said with tears welling up in my eyes but didn't dare let them roll down with his mother sitting here.

"It was recorded for us to look back on, so I don't know if anyone else will see it," Donald added. "Other than our kids. I don't know."

"You did all of that?" His mother asked him. "My son? Who would've thought my son was that romantic?" Mrs. DeGrate joked.

"Oh, my gosh," Donald put his head down in embarrassment. "Y'all are embarrassing me."

"My son is embarrassed? Why? What you did was beautiful, but what in the world is a rage room?" His mother asked us.

"A room full of breakable things and you just break them with a bat. It's a stress-release thing," I answered her question.

"So you're telling me that people spend money to break things?" She asked us.

"Yeah," Donald nodded. "I needed that too from everything that occurred on this trip. It helped with my nerves a bit too. Just a little," he held his fingers apart as an indication.

"I know that this is early and I know his reasons for proposing, but what made you say yes?" She asked me.

"We work well together in more ways than one," I replied, basically saying what I said yesterday which is true. "Before anything, we built a strong friendship that turned into this," I gestured.

"Mm, you've said that before. Now..." Mrs. DeGrate trailed off, "this is not to offend anyone, because I know how good you're doing now Junior. You are doing well and I'm proud. Hypothetically, you're both now married, what if my son were to relapse? Then what? Anything could happen. How would you handle that situation? Oh, and you also have children."

I exhaled, "I've been around many addicts, but I would try to help, but it's truly up to him to change that. I would have to leave that situation and focus on me and our children. There's no need for them to lose both parent's attention," my heart sank in realization. "If I see him not even attempting to progress, then that's a deal breaker. He made his decision that drugs were more important, and I made my decision that myself and my children are more important. There's no pulling me back in," I looked at Donald. "What I do know is that Donald has made it over three years and statistically speaking, being sober between three and five years reduces the chances of relapsing is under ten percent. I know that's still a possibility, but it's low."

"And if he cheated?" Mrs. DeGrate asked me.

"Momma?" Donald called out.

I looked at him, "immediate deal breaker. I'm leaving because my trust is broken. I know myself and I can't forgive that."

"Junior? If the shoe was on the other foot?"

"Deal breaker. I'm leaving the relationship," he replied to his mother.

"Marriage," mother corrected. "You both work in the industry, so what if there was just an accusation- you know? Rumors that your partner cheated, but have no way to prove it?"

"I-" Donald cleared his throat, "I would find out the truth one way or another. Eventually."

"I think my intuition will tell me what it is, but what Donald said," I agreed.

"What about marriage counseling before marriage? Have you thought of that?" She asked us.

"I have actually," I replied. "I've always wanted to do that."

"I think it's a good idea," Donald agreed.

"While it may seem like an attack on y'all, I do like you, young lady. As I've said before to you, Junior, I'm proud of you, but sometimes life happens. Life can hit us hard, but you just have to roll with the punches. While your answers may be how you feel now, they may change if these things were to occur. I've had to face some things in my marriage. My husband works in the industry too and as popularity grows, sometimes egos do too."

"I know. I actually thought about the relapse part before we got into this relationship. That's what initially made me afraid to pursue this, but we're still going strong," I replied. "That's in our friendship and relationship. He hasn't made it to five, but statistically speaking the years between five years,

"There will be some thunderstorms and hail, but every couple's bad times aren't the same, but similar," she told us. "I definitely didn't want to ruin anything, I just want y'all to snap into reality. I wanted to do it before you proposed, to avoid raining on y'all parade."

"We never left reality. It just that most of our current reality is someone else's fairytale," Donald replied to his mother. "We often discuss the possibilities of the future. That includes the cute, the good, the bad, and the ugly."

"Mrs. DeGrate, we definitely do have those conversations," I co-signed.

"That's good to hear," Mrs. DeGrate smiled. "You're calling me Mrs. DeGrate, soon that will be your name too."

Tickled, I laughed in realization. "I will be. Wow!"

"Tia doesn't even go by her last name," Donald told his mother.

"You don't even go by your real name," I looked at him.

"Touché," Donald smirked. "I will continue to do so too."

"It's better that way and the name is already taken. He and his father work in the industry and do two completely different genres of music," Mrs DeGrate spoke directly to me.

"I dabble into gospel too," Donald replied.

"Not like your father who strictly does music for the Lord," she replied.

"True," Donald placed his arm on the backrest of the couch behind me with a slouch. "Where's my baby brother?"

"With his nephews," Mrs. DeGrate replied.

"How come you didn't bring him?" Donald asked her, "I miss his little hard-headed behind."

"Hard-headed he is..." Mrs. DeGrate shook her head. "He ain't got nothin' on y'all when y'all were his age. Maybe it's because I'm older, but WHEW..." She wiped the imaginary sweat off her forehead.

"He's not that bad, momma," Donald eyed her. "That Dalvin was something else though."

"Is Dalvin a person or thing?" I asked him.

Donald gave me a look and I could see that he wanted to say something smart, but refrained. "Person... Place... Thing... Who knows?"

My mouth dropped, then it turned into a smile. "I think you're the thing."

"Possibly," Donald smiled. "We were actually on our way downstairs to work out before you and pops got here."

"Your father says congratulations to the two of you," Mrs. DeGrate said referring to Mr. DeGrate Senior.

"Really?" Donald said not believing his mother.

"Really," she nodded.

"Okay," Donald nodded, leaving it alone.

"Me and the others are supposed to be going out for a meal, so I'll leave you two to do what you need to do," Mrs. DeGrate stood up.

Donald and I stood up as well. "Alright, momma. I love you," he hugged her.

"I love you too," she replied pulling away, then looked at me. I went over and pulled Mrs. DeGrate into a hug. "Your father is waiting, so I'll be going now."

"I'll walk you to the car," Donald replied, taking off his robe, then began putting on his coat.

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"I'll be back," I told Tia, then kissed her lips.

I paged Creed already to come. Upon opening the door, my mother walked out into the hallway with me behind her.

"How's your label?" My mother asked me breaking the silence.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows, fairly surprised that she was even asking me about it. "It's going very well. I have new artists, and some of my artists have records- albums coming out this year, so we'll see how that goes. My old artists got everything together and their albums are doing okay or great. I can't complain," I nodded.

"That's good that you decided to do this again. I'm glad that you didn't allow what happened the first time around to stop you from doing this again. I know you've been at this for years, but I don't really ask or get involved with things such as this," my mother nodded.

"Yeah, this took me by surprise, but I was discouraged to start this all over again, but I just had to. I mean, music is all I've ever known and I'm great at it. It's my gift. What else would I do?" My question is rhetorical.

"You're tall, so basketball?" My mother asked me with a goofy expression. I shook my head and she started laughing. "You may not be good, but you're tall, so you have a chance. I'm sure a few basketball players are getting paid to be horrible players. You know? Team fillers. They play every blue moon when everyone else is injured."

"I'd feel unproductive and purposeless doing something like that. That would practically drive me into the things I used to do," I replied. "No thanks. Besides, they still wouldn't want me IF everyone was injured," I chuckled. "Everything- most things seem to be going well for the most part."

I pressed the elevator button, and Creed and a couple of others walked out of the other one. "Hold it-" I attempted to hold the elevator after everyone left, but the elevator was already closed.

"My bad, I didn't know you already left the room," Creed replied.

"It's cool," I replied being that it's nothing we can do but wait for another to stop on this floor.

"Hello, Mrs. DeGrate," Creed waved.

"Hello, Calvin," my mother replied using Creed's real name. "How's the family?"

"Umm, they're good," he nodded. "For the most part."

"How come you didn't decide to spend the holidays with your own family?" My mother asked. One thing about my mother, she's going to ask questions and they may be too personal.

"Things are a bit complicated," Creed nodded.

"Complicated how?" She asked him tilting her head.

"Very," he answered very briefly.

"Momma, that's his business," I chuckled.

We made it to the first floor and I spotted Pops sitting in the waiting/ sitting area. He stood up as we approached.

"Congratulations, son," Pops spoke to me.

"Thanks," I replied. "How come you didn't stay upstairs?"

"Your mother wanted to speak to the two of you," he told me.

"You didn't?" I asked me. "Nevermind. Thanks, pops," I shook his hand.

"I thought you'd do it in front of everyone?" Pops asked me.

"I later changed my mind and decided that it needed to be more intimate," I replied.

"Oh, okay. I'm happy for you," he pulled me into a hug, patting my back.

I hugged back, exhaling deeply. "Me too."

"Just be better than me, Junior," he told me. "Just because we have the same name doesn't mean you have to be like me."

"I plan to be better," I said making it known.

"Alright, we are leaving now," he chuckled. "Enjoy yourself."

"Walk then outside, please. I'll be just fine," I told Creed.

"Got you," Creed replied.

I stood there, watching my parents walk hand in hand out of the door with Creed. They've been married for over thirty years, but they're not who I look up to when it comes to marriage, I look up to my grandparents for that. One thing I will say about my parents is that they were always willing to work things through, even in the worst possible scenarios. I eventually made my way back into the elevator and to the hotel room.

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