Title: Snapshot
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Slash
Notes: 2nd POV - Mike (because he's the only I haven't tried yet); fits in with the rest of my Common Law/Suits fics
Notes2: This is where I'll be adding more one-shots in this 'verse (hence the title and this being marked complete).
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Chapter 1: Results
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"I'm fine, dad," you hear Wes rolling his eyes despite being the entire length of the country away from you.
"That's great, kiddo," you say, "but it's rude to roll your eyes."
A pause.
"How did you-?"
"I know everything," you smile and you hear Harvey chuckling behind you. You lift a hand up and you smile even wider when you're handed a beer.
"I know you do," you chuckled at the resignation in Wes' voice.
Harvey stretches so that most of his body was sprawled over your own. You grunted as his extra weight landed on you.
"Ew, don't start having sex while I'm still on the phone!" Wes shouted.
You pulled the phone away from your ear and glared at it. Harvey grabbed your wrist and brought the phone down.
"That only happened once," he said, "and it was your fault for not hanging up in time."
"I'm getting ready to hang up right now," you heard Wes snap.
"Not yet," you said as you pressed a few buttons and put Wes on loudspeaker, "you still haven't told us how the sharpshooting contest went."
"I don't want to talk about it," Wes muttered.
"You didn't lose did you?" Harvey glared at the phone.
"Harvey, winning isn't everything," you shot a look at your husband before turning back the phone. "But you didn't, right?"
You were met with silence.
"They called it a tie," Wes finally conceded.
"They did what?" you and Harvey said at the same time.
"I know!" Wes says and you can hear the pout. "The guy, though – Travis, he's something else."
"Careful, kiddo, that's what I said about your dad and look how that turned out," Harvey warned.
"It's not like that—"
"What'd I say about rolling your eyes?" you interrupted.
"Okay, you're scaring me," you meh'd and Wes continued. "Anyway, we're going out for drinks. Only drinks."
Harvey snorted and the two of you shared a look – you remembered the first night you and Harvey had gotten drunk together. And from the clouded look in Harvey's eyes – he was remembering, too.
"Just wear protection," Harvey smirked.
"I am not having this conversation again; it was awkward enough the first time around," Wes said. "Look, I gotta get going. I'll talk to you two later."
"Alright, munchkin," you smiled because you knew Wes would be glaring at the phone because of the nickname.
"Love ya, kiddo," Harvey said.
"Love you, dads."
After hanging up, Harvey chuckled.
"If only that boy knew what was about to hit him," he said as sat up and pulled you over so you were straddling his hips.
"What've you seen?" you asked, fingering the short hair at the nape of his neck.
"He's gonna fall for that Travis kid," Harvey smirked up at you, slowly starting to unbutton your shirt, "and he's gonna fall hard."
You laughed and pressed in close for a slow kiss.
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End.