Valentine's Day is when all couples do something romantic such as dinner, movies, and gifts. Since this was my first Valentine's Day with someone, I wasn't sure what to expect. In fact, with the Grays, I never knew what to expect.

I know we didn't expect Nixon to get arrested. Yeah, I'm still trying to wrap my head around this, but it involved Nixon, Nolan, and a hooker? I should rewind so we can get a clear-cut picture of what happened.

Nash planned something special for us. He made reservations a few weeks ago to make sure we could go to a romantic restaurant to eat and then opt for dancing. While we were getting ready for our date, Nixon helped Nolan out with a slight issue. Well, not so much help him, but get dragged into it.

Nixon's phone rang. "Hello?"

Nix, you at home?

"Nolan? Yeah, I'm getting ready to leave. Why?"

I need your help, and don't tell Ma and Dad.

"This can't be good. Where are you?"

Nolan gave him the address, and he hung up. As he was getting to leave, Nash stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Nolan asked me to pick him up at this address."

"Nix, our reservations are for seven."

"I know. Could you do me a favor and pick up Kat? I'll meet you guys there."

"Okay, fine, but make it quick."

Nixon left. In case you were wondering, we had a double date.

Nash knocked on my door as I was getting ready. "Babygirl, you look stunning."

"Well, thank you, sir. I'm almost ready."

"We have to pick up Kat along the way."

"Why?"

"Got me. Nixon said he had to get Nolan. Said he would meet us at the restaurant." He pulled me to him and kissed me, and I wiped the lipstick from his lips, and we left to get Kat.

Nixon pulled up to an address and got out of the car. He walked up to the door and knocked. A scantily clad dressed woman answered it.

"Well, hello, sugar. What can I help you with?" She asked with a smirk.

He looked at the address, and it was the correct address. "I'm looking for a kid. Young, tall, dumb, and horny."

"Him? He's with Laci. But I can do whatever you want."

"Uh, no thanks. I'm here for the kid."

"Follow me, sugar." She led him towards a room. He looked around to see a lot of scantily clad women. What the hell did Nolan get himself into now?

"Laci! We got someone here for the kid!" The woman said at the door.

"Hang on! We're almost finished!"

Nixon opened the door, getting a view of Nolan with the girl.

"Nixon!" Nolan said.

"Nolan, get dressed!"

"Nixon? Like the disgraced president?" The woman asked him.

He gave her a look. "Got a problem with my name?"

"Nope."

As Nolan dressed and made his way to the door, they heard someone yell, "This is the police!"

"Shit, it's a raid!" The woman pushed past them.

Their eyes widened as they ran only to get caught by the police. "Hold it right there! Hands up!" The police officers ordered them with guns pointed at them.

They raised their hands as the police took their hands, moved them behind their backs, and cuffed them. Nixon looked at Nolan. "Don't worry about Ma and dad killing you. When we get out of here, I'll kill you myself." The police led them to the back of the police car.

We sat in the restaurant waiting on Nixon as Nash was getting impatient while Kat and I sat there hungry. He looked at Kat. "I'm sorry about my idiot brother."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too," she said with an awkward smile.

I felt terrible for Kat. It should have been a lovely evening, and it was turning into anything but that.

Then Nash's phone rang with an unknown numb, and heHe answered it after the third ring. "Hello?"

Nash?

"Yeah."

Man, you got to help us!

"Nix?"

That got our attention. We leaned forward as Nash talked on the phone. "Where are you?" He listened to Nixon explain things, then exclaimed, "Jail? Why the hell are you both in jail?"

Kat and I looked at each other and mouthed, "Jail?"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, we'll be there. Oh, and Nix, tell Nolan I'll kill him." He hung up and looked at us. "Sorry, ladies, but we have to go."

We stood up and left the restaurant. The car ride was silent. I turned and looked at Kat as she looked at me. We shrugged. I knew Nash was fuming. I mean, when you get a call that your brothers are in jail, there are two things you want to know. One is why, and two is why. I know it's the same question, but you can't help but ask it twice.

We pulled up to the police station and went inside. Nash went to the front desk and spoke with an officer.

"How much trouble are they in?" Kat whispered to me.

"A lot," I whispered back. We waited while the officer took Nash to the holding cells were, and he walked back there to find Nixon and Nolan standing in the cell.

"Oh, thank God, Nash," Nolan spoke with relief.

"Nolan, what the hell were you thinking?" Nolan gave him a look, but Nash cut him off before he answered. "Never mind, you weren't thinking with the right head." He looked at Nixon.

"I thought he was at some buddy's house getting into trouble until I showed up at a hooker house, and he called because he was short on cash."

They both looked at Nolan with irritation.

He turned back to Nash. "Man, they think I'm a pimp. I tried to explain I was on my way to dinner with my girlfriend."

"Well, lucky for you, I have both girls here and explained everything to the officer."

"What did you tell them?"

"The truth about you meeting us and having to pick up our little brother, also that our little brother is a complete idiot."

"Sounds about right." He smirked.

"Nolan and Nixon Gray! You're free to go," an officer announced, unlocking the cell. They stepped out of the holding cell, and the office looked at Nolan. "You're lucky. Next time, you won't be. Stay away from places like that."

"Y-yes, sir," Nolan said.

As they walked to the front, Nixon looked at Nash. "Now what?"

"Well, we drop off the little weasel at home and still have our date. It'll be a little unorthodox."

After we dropped off Nolan, Nash drove us to a diner. And no, it wasn't the one where Bryson worked. We didn't want to ruin the rest of our night by the slight chance of seeing him.

"How are you going to explain this to your parents?" I asked, eating my food.

They looked at each other, and Nash replied, "We aren't. He is."

"I figure Ma and Dad will never let him see the light of day for a long time," Nixon said, eating.

"What was he thinking?" Kat asked them.

"Well, he was thinking he was tired of being a virgin," Nixon said.

"And how did that go?" I asked Nixon.

"Not so well. When I found Nolan, he had almost finished, and well, we'll need another cake." He smirked.

We couldn't help but laugh. Ah, blue balls, the gift that keeps on giving. After we ate, we went to a place to dance. It was a lot of fun. Nash and Nixon tore up the dance floor with their moves.

Then Nash pulled me into his arms and danced with me. "I'm sorry about my brother ruining our night."

"I wouldn't say he ruined it but altered it. Plus, to be honest, I didn't need a fancy restaurant to eat at, especially when I can't pronounce the names of the dishes," I said with a giggle.

"I know, but I wanted to impress you." Nash sighed.

"Nash, you don't have to take me to fancy restaurants or buy me expensive things to impress me. Trust me. I grew up around money. Being with someone that loves and cares about you even if it's snuggling on the couch and watching a movie is way more important to me."

"So, I didn't need to do all this?" He arched an eyebrow at me.

"Well, I liked the dancing part, but I'm good if we keep it low-key." I smiled.

He looked into my eyes. "And that's why I fell in love with you, Mags. You enjoy the simple things."

"Good, because it would suck to be in love on Valentine's Day with someone and not have them love you back. I know I spent four years that way."

"Well, not anymore. Because baby girl, if I have my way, you will never spend another Valentine's Day alone again."

"I love the sound of that."

"And I love you." He leaned in and kissed me.

We might have had a few minor bumps along the way, but tonight turned out perfectly imperfect. I wouldn't have it any other way.