Wesley Evans grabbed his youngest son by the collar and pulled him up roughly. Deep blue eyes narrowing harshly as he stared into frightened red eyes. "Why can't you be more like your brother? Why can't you do anything right?" Soul whimpered softly and looked away.
"I just can't Daddy." He forced himself not to cry. Men don't cry. Evans men don't cry. "I-I just c-can't." He wanted to scream but it came out a tiny choked whisper. I just can't.
"Daddy? I'm not your daddy. I'm your father." He pressed his forehead against his son's. "Practice until you can. There is no 'can't' in this family. Do you hear me?" He put Soul down but didn't let him go. "Do you hear me?"
"Yes Da-Father, I heard you."
AN: Lalala, has three more parts and they should be up today. Didn't feel right posting them all together. My head cannon says that Wes is named after his dad and that Soul isn't particularly fond of his father and this is why. He's a little kid in this, around 4-7ish.
Based on a dream I had…