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Tuesday Chapter 10

Ian's POV

I call to Tuesday repeatedly before he closed the door but he continued to leave without another word.

"Dammit!"

I went too far. I was just so angry. Of all the people to fall for it had to be Micah Muretti! I worked so hard to keep them apart, and he gave HIM his first time! I punch my desk in frustration and I don't even care that I the skin on my knuckles is torn. I'm just to upset to care.

I try to think of all the ways I could make Micah suffer, but I know if I go through with any them Tuesday will hate me forever even if he finds out how wrong Micah is for him. On top of it all this is right on the heels of the Jasper fiasco too.

I decide to wait until I'd cooled down a bit and Tuesday is less upset about my stupid out burst. I try and focus on my work. I look over the contracts for the new building that I have Micah designing and I'm tempted to rip them up and look for another architect. The only problem is Micah is a damn good! One of the best I've ever seen, and his interior designer is just as good. If he wasn't so talented I would have never picked him up.

"Damn him."

Looking over his contract brings me right back to where I stared, thinking about Tuesday. Ever since he was a baby he's always followed me everywhere and listened to whatever said. After our parents deaths we became even closer. I knew no one would take care of us without trying to use us, so I took care of us.

I was being groomed to take over our family company anyway it just came quicker then it had been previously planed. So all we had was each other, we did everything together even with our age gap we always got along. Sure Tuesday had friends his own age and so did I but nothing that was as strong as our bond.

It's hard to believe when our parents first told me about him I was furious...

~20years ago~

"Ian!" My mother called for the back of the house.

"Coming mother!" I replied.

I ran full speed through our family estate to my parents room from the family room. I'd been watching Ninja Turtles and I didn't want to leave but when my mother called you came or there were consequences!

When I finally arrived to my parents bedroom door I saw the both of them standing in the doorway holding each other. My mother Irene was smiling so brightly her blue eyes glittered as the sun shone through their bedroom window. My father Eric stood tall with pride as he held my mothers hands in his own. I knew it had to be good news because they were just so happy. I couldn't remember anything I had done that warranted me getting a present but it sure felt like I was about to get one! I smiled up at them in hopeful anticipation.

"Ian my love, your father and I have a surprise for you." My mother said as she stroked my cheek.

"Really?! What is it?! What is it?!" I replied jumping up and down.

I looked back and forth between my mother and father hoping one of them would put me out of the the misery of waiting to find out what they were talking about.

"You're going to be a big brother." My mother said smiling.

My face dropped. All my previous excitement gone. My parents had been trying to give me a sibling for years. When I was younger I had been excited about it but now that I was eleven I was used to it being just me and my parents. So when they gave up I was kind of relived, but now this.

"Aren't you excited Ian?"

"No." I replied sulking.

I folded my arms and stuck out my lip. My mother's happy disposition soon turned to one of concern.

"But...why Ian?"

"I don't wanna a little brat following me around and touching my things. Annoying me when I'm watching my tv shows. Eating my snacks!"I said pouting.

My parents looked at each other then back to me.

"Ian having a baby brother or sister is a big job but we believe you are ready for it. Yes you might have to share some things and help him or her when they need it but leaning to share with others is a part of life. It won't always be easy but I know you'll love your little brother or sister when they are here I promise you."

I really didn't believe them and I couldn't understand why they weren't happy enough with just me. But what really scared me the most about them having a baby was that they might love that baby more then me. That they'd forget about me and focus on him or her. I was so afraid of losing my parents love and attention.

Over the nine months my parents did everything they could to convince me to except my new sibling. I fought against it with everything I had. Which was ridiculous because its not like they were gonna give up the baby. None the less I rebelled.

Then on February 9th 1993 my brother was born. My father brought me into the room to see him.

"Dad I don't want to see the baby!"

"Ian your mother and I are very excited about your baby brother and we want you to help us name him."

"What?!" I screeched.

"Come Ian." My father said as he forcefully guided me into the hospital room.

We made are way into my moms room and I saw her in the bed with a bundle in her arms she was smiling and humming to him. She was looking at him like he was gold, and a stab of jealousy punctured my heart which made me that much more angry at the little cooing alien.

My father came up behind me and pushed me toward my mother's bed.

"Ah! Ian come meet your new baby brother. What shall we name him?" My mother said smiling."

"I don't know." I replied scowling.

"Come on Ian you can think of something. Think of something unique." My mother said.

I really didn't want anything to do with the little monster so I just kept saying crazy names I knew they'd never pick so they would let me off the hook. I said one last word. Just to show how little I wanted to do with the baby.

"Name it Tuesday...it was born on a Tuesday so..."

My parents went silent and I looked up to see if they had finally gotten fed up with me. When I look up I saw them looking at each other pondering.

"Hmmm it's different and unique! It's not likely that you'll find another with that name too quickly, and it is Tuesday..." My father said rubbing his chin in thought.

"Dad! That was a joke! I didn't want you to really pick that name! You can't name a baby Tuesday! " I wailed.

"Well you chose it. I think it's a good name I like it." My mother agreed.

"Mom! What are you guys thinking I'm 11 why would you chose a random day of the week for your child's name!" I yelled.

"Because you chose it...Ian we know you've been worried about how the baby will effect your life and how we feel about you. We love you just as much as we always have that will never change. You are first son no matter what, but your brother needs your love just like you need ours." My mother said smiling at me.

My eyes filled with tears. I didn't want my parents to know that I was afraid, but it seems I'm more transparent than I thought.

"We just want you to feel included with the birth and life of your baby brother, because even if you have no one else you'll always have each other." My father said.

My yelling must have upset the baby because he started to cry. My mother and father tried to sooth him but he wasn't having it. I stepped closer to get a look at the little runt and my mother noticed so she leaned him closer to me so I could see him.

His little face was all scrunched up and his mouth was curved down as he cried. His pale skin was turning red from all the crying he was doing. He had jet black hair that laid flat in the front but stuck up in the back. I couldn't see what his eyes looked like because he had them screwed shut cuz he was crying so hard. I leaned closer and held his tiny hand.

"Don't cry little baby we love you." I whispered.

Instantly he stopped crying and he opened his huge eyes. They were so pale like blue ice, and so big. He squeezed my finger and stared cooing at me. I smiled, I had never seen such a beautiful baby in all my life. I'd seen my parents friends babies and my friends siblings as babies too most of them looked like wrinkly little old people or just whatever but he, Tuesday...he was beautiful.

I stood there talking to him and admiring him for so long I forgot my parents were watching.

"I see someone's in love with their little brother." My mother said chuckling.

"I-I am not! "I replied blushing.

"Oh I beg to differ Ian McCree!" My father chimed in.

I turned my attention back to my new baby brother and he smiled up at me. His cubby cheeks pushed out as his little mouth quirked up. He was just so cute.

"Do we really have to name him Tuesday mom. He's too cute for a name like that. Besides he'll hate me forever when he finds out I named him that."

"Nope! His name is Tuesday you chose it, and I know he'll love it once you tell him the story behind it, and that you named him. He already loves you and he's just a baby so I know he'll love you even more as you grow up together." My mother said.

"Meee?! I have to tell him, that I chose that name for him?!" I squealed.

"Yep, if he ever asks we will tell him to ask you we won't say a word until you tell him yourself. It is your story to tell son." My father said smiling down at me.

I couldn't help but feel my parents were laughing at my expense. Not in a malicious way but still laughing.

As time passed and Tuesday got older we became inseparable. While most older siblings wanted to ditch their little brothers or sisters I found that I didn't want to go unless my baby brother could come. I was seen with him so much, just him and I it even attracted girls to me. My little Tuesday was a chick magnet! I got most of my dates because of him. Sure they came to me in spite of him but he brought them in droves.

He was the sweetest child he never wined or complained rarely cried and he was always helpful. I helped him with his home work and talked to him about bullies and girls. I even remember the first time he told me about someone making fun of his name.

"Ian...?"

"Yes Tuesday."

"Why did mom and dad name me after a day of the week?"

I froze I was in the middle of making us lunch and I turned to see my baby brothers huge icy eyes staring at me waiting for my answer.

"Um well they wanted something unique and different. Something no one else had." I said trying to sooth him.

"Well the kids at school say they named me that cuz I'm boring and plain, like a Tuesday afternoon." He replied sadly looking down and twiddling fingers.

I was suddenly so angry at those kids and I wanted to yell at them for hurting my baby brother.

"Come here Tuesday."

He walked over to me and I picked him up and held him in my arms.

"You wanna know why you're named Tuesday?"

Tuesday nodded his little head. His big eyes a little teary.

"The reason why your name is Tuesday is because you were born on a Tuesday morning, at 11:33 am to be exact, and we all decided this had to be the best day of all of our lives to have such a perfect little angle come down from heaven and grace us with his presence. So it was decided that we never wanted to forget that day ever and so you were named after the day you were born, and you know what it's all of our favorite day. Even more than Friday or Saturday!" I said tapping my index finger to his tiny nose.

Tuesday sat in my arms and pondered this for awhile. Then he smiled and his beautiful eyes lit up.

"Really?! It's you, mommy and daddy's favorite day...because of me?!" He asked grinning.

"Yep!" I replied.

"Even more than Friday or Saturday?!"

"Mmmmmm hmmmm! You got it!"

Suddenly Tuesday wrapped his little arms around my neck and held me. Then he whispered in my ear.

"I Love you big brother Ian more then the whole wide world."

I held him tight as I felt my eyes water.

"I love you too Tuesday more than the whole world."I responded.

That was one of the best days of my life. What I told Tuesday about his name was true but I only thought of it after he was named. Though I still didn't have the heart to tell him that I named him and that it was initially out of jealousy.

More time passed and we grew ever closer. I was even the first person he told he thought he was gay. I always kinda felt that might be the case but it doesn't matter to me I love him no matter what.

Then our parents passed and yes we had plenty of money but it was really hard on Tuesday our parents worked a lot on the family business so he didn't get to see them as much as he would have liked to. We were still close to them but we didn't always get to spend as much time as we wanted to with them. Then they were gone...

After a time Tuesday was back to himself but it was still hard for him because he and I couldn't be together as much because of work. Then that Jasper hurt him. I considered beating him to death but finally decided against it.

So here I am fighting with the only person in the world I love and I said the worst thing in the world I could say to my sweet tender hearted brother.

He's never been this stubborn, he just wouldn't listen to reason! Then I remember the look in his big blue eyes when I said those horrible things to him. I walk over to my wet bar and make myself a jack and coke. I've never been a big drinker and its only 11:50 but I think this situation is in need of this drink...bad!

I toss back my drink and decide to make my way to our penthouse.

"Rebecca?"

"Yes Mr. McCree?"

"Hold all my calls I'll be back in an 1 hour." I say holding the intercom button on the phone.

"Of course Mr. McCree. Remember you have a meeting with Mr. Sherman at 1 o'clock sharp." She replies.

"Yes. I'll be back before that thank you Rebecca."

I leave my office floors and get into the elevator. The door closes and I pull out my key and turn it in the special lock that sends the elevator to our penthouse floor.

I walk out the elevator checking the kitchen the patio, Tuesdays painting studio, my office his room. Everywhere, calling his name as I move about in the house. Finally Nelly our maid and cook comes out of her room.

"Mr. McCree Tuesday isn't here."

"What?!"

"Yes he was here for awhile and he seemed kind of down. I asked him if he wanted me to make him some thing but he refused. Then he left about 20 minutes ago."

"Shit...thank you Nelly."

I call Tuesday's cell and it rings and rings. Finally his voicemail picks up.

"Hi this is Tuesday McCree leave a message after the tone. If this is Ian I'm fine I just don't want to talk to you right now...give me some time...bye."

"Dammit!"

I bet he's with that Micah! I pushed him straight into his arms! I mentally slap myself and I hang up and dial another number. The phone rings once.

"Yes Mr. McCree?"

"Johns I need your help."

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