[ Author's Note: This is my alternate universe where Mike and Stef had a second child before Stef decided to leave him for Lena. The prologue is only 300 words which is extremely short for me. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue in my little story. ]
Prologue
"B'andon, can you get me some apple juice?" the four year old asked. Despite Lena trying to teach the young child how to speak using all of her letter sounds, she still dropped the 'R' out of Brandon's name when she spoke. It was more by habit than failure to pronounce it properly now. Brandon smiled at his younger sister and stood up from the couch. He had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to revive Callie's memory of guitar chords. "Sure Wren. I'll be back in a minute, Callie." Brandon replied as he stood up. He lifted his youngest sister up into his arms and tickled her belly which sent Wren into fits of giggles. "Stop it, B'andon. Stop!" she pleaded in defense as she pushed away his hands. "What do you have to say when you ask for something?" Brandon said as his fingers continued to tickle her body. "Please stop and please get me juice." Wren giggled. Brandon stopped his attack and headed into the kitchen. No longer being tickled by her older brother, Wren laid her head on Brandon's shoulder and snuggled closer to his body. Callie watched the interactions between her two new foster siblings. She laid the guitar Brandon was lending her against the couch and followed Brandon and Wren into the kitchen. It had only been two days that she had been in the Foster's home, and she could already tell that Brandon and Wren's relationship was as close as her and Jude's. Callie admired the way that Brandon took care of his little sister. The way he took a father role in her life when their own father was not present. It made her believe that he would make a wonderful father to her children one day.