The next day we hopped on a plane to Lexington, Kentucky. I had never been to Kentucky, so it was an entirely new experience for me. Brian's brother, Harry, met us at the airport and I have to say, Brian's dashing good looks must run in the family. He drove us to the Littrell family house. It was a two-story house with a chain link fence around it. Brian told me that his family had had to move once he became famous because of all the fans wanting to get a glimpse of him, so it wasn't the house he had grown up in.

His mother, Jackie, who gave me a warm, welcoming hug, greeted us at the door. "Becca right?" I nodded. "It's so good to finally meet you. Brian has sent me numerous letters about you. And you were the one who called me on the phone about the donation, right?" I nodded again. "Oh, I'm glad Chico has someone like you on their staff." I ducked my head and grinned. She then turned her attention to her son. "Brian," she said, wrapping her arms around him, "it's good to have you home."

"It's good to be back, Mom, even if it's only for a couple of days."

She let go of her son and placed her hands on his cheeks. "How have you been feeling? Been taking your medication?"

Brian rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, Mom." Because of his heart surgery, Brian would have to take medication the rest of his life.

Harry tapped Brian on the shoulder and said, "I'll take these up to your room." He grabbed our luggage and headed upstairs. Brian nodded his thanks.

"So how long are you two staying?" Jackie asked.

"Till Sunday afternoon," I said.

"So you are going to be here for church?" she inquired.

"Of course," Brian said. "I wanna show Becca around town and I'm sure Pastor Davids would love to see me again."

"I'm sure of it. He'll probably want you to sing. The choir hasn't been the same without you."

"Mom, you say that every time I come home. And I haven't sung in the choir for seven years."

"I know." By this time, Harry had descended the stairs and was standing near us.

At that moment, Brian's father, Harold walked into the foyer. He was wiping his hands on a green kitchen towel. "Son, glad you could make it in time for dinner. And this must be the little woman?" he said, extending his hand to me.

I shot a look at Brian over my shoulder as I shook his dad's hand.

"Um, Dad, can we not use the 'little' word?" Brian told his dad.

"Awww," Brian's brother started, "you mean my baby brother finally found someone who is more sensitive about their height than he is? Awww, how cute."

I shot Harry a my best "death" look and said, "I'm not short, I'm just vertically impaired. And remember, good things come in small packages."

Harry chuckled. "You sound just like Brian. Don't worry, height doesn't run in this family."

"I'm glad."

Jackie put her arm around my shoulder and said, "So, Becca, can I get you something to drink, a soda, tea? Dinner should be ready any time."

"Actually, Mrs. Littrell, I'd like to go freshen up if I could?" Brian put his hand on my back and turned me towards the stairs and we walked up them together. He showed me to his room. It bore a striking resemblance to his room in Florida. The only difference was the size of the bed; it was a full size, not a king size and it was a box spring, not a waterbed. The bed was right in the middle of the wall across from the door. There were nightstands on either side and a closet to the right of the bed. On the left side was a dresser. There in the corner were our bags.

"So I take it we're sleeping in here?"

"Yeah."

"Your parents don't mind?"

"No, just as long as we keep it down." Brian laughed and leaned over and kissed me. I broke away from the kiss and grabbed a pillow. I tossed it at Brian and it hit him in the face. "What was that for?"

"Nothing," I said, grinning at him. That same pillow came right back at me. I ducked, grabbed another pillow and tossed it at him.

"I'm going to get you for that," Brian said, laughing.

"You gotta catch me first," I said, running for the door. That's what started it. The next thing I knew, I was sprinting down the stairs with Brian right on my tail. We were laughing and joking just like little kids. I made it to the living room before Brian caught up with me. He tackled me to the floor and began tickling me. I was laughing and screaming so hard that I didn't notice Brian's family come into the room.

"Dinner time, children," Jackie said. Brian stopped tickling me and helped me up. We walked into the dinning room and sat down at the large rectangular table, which was laden with steak and baked potatoes and steamed carrots and rolls. It all looked delicious.

"Would you like to lead Grace tonight, Son?" Harold asked of his youngest boy.

"Sure, Dad." We all joined hands and bowed our heads as Brian said, "Dear Heavenly Father. Bless this food we are about to receive. We thank you for letting us come together tonight as a family and for allowing Becca to be here with us. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

"Amen," we all said and raised our heads. I smiled at Brian. We then proceeded to serve ourselves. Once my plate was full, I was about to begin eating, when Brian slid his plate in front of me.

With my eyes, I asked him if he really wanted me to do it for him. When he nodded, I shrugged my shoulders and took his plate in front of me. I was very natural in cutting up his steak. Jackie noticed and said, "Would you like me to do that for you, Son?"

"No, it's okay, Mom. Becca does a fine job."

"You must love her," Harry said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you're letting her cut your food. You've never let any of your girlfriends cut your food."

"I guess I do," Brian said. I blushed at the comment. The rest of dinner was uneventful.

After dinner, while I was in the shower, I heard the doorbell ring. Over the roar of the shower, I heard Harry thank someone and yell for his brother. I got out and quickly dressed for bed. I ran down the stairs looking for Brian. He was in the dinning room, setting a bouquet of white roses on the table.

"Who are those for?"

"The card says they're for you," he told me.

"Really?" I walked over to them and plucked the card out of the holder. On the inside, all it said was "Two months."

Brian, who was reading over my shoulder, said, "'Two months'? What does that mean?"

"I don't know." I thought about it a second and then said, "I know. It's gotta be from the guys. It's been two months since we first talked."

"You mean I forgot our two month anniversary?"

"No. Tomorrow is two months from the first time I called your mom and you answered the phone."

Brian thought for a minute and then replied, "You're right, it is. Well, we should celebrate then. How about tomorrow I take you to my high school and show you around?"

"Ooh, how celebratory!" I said sarcastically.

"Well, what would you like to do?"

"Anything with you Brian. It doesn't matter to me. But I am getting tired." I yawned.

"Come on then, let's go to bed," he said, winking at me.

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