A/N: here you go 22th. I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, I'm little sick, but I try to write another one today, if my feverish brain will let me. Enjoy.
Ben sighted, sometimes he wished that Joe wouldn't be so much like his mother. He was so reckless and so full of life, Ben felt like his youngest son didn't care what happened to him. Ben couldn't count how many nights he had sat beside his sick or wounded youngest son's bed. Ben wished that Joe would be more like Adam and Hoss – think before he acted. But that was wishful thinking; Joe would grow up but would never be like his brothers. Maybe it was better that way, life wouldn't be s interesting.