Author's Note: Enjoy a happy, fluffy chapter where nothing bad happens.

Gabriel Reyes had a handful of happy memories.

That is to say that he wasn't a particularly unpleasant or unhappy person but he had a handful of memories that could leave him grinning like a fool for the rest of the day. The first memory was when he joined Overwatch. He had worked his butt off to join the elite organization and they had deemed him worthy enough to join. When he got his acceptance letter in the mail, Gabe cried on the spot.

The second memory was the day he met Jack Morrison. Anybody who had a brain knew of the legendary Jack Morrison. He was a new recruit too just like Gabe but Jack had broken all of the training and intelligence records when he applied. He was Overwatch's Golden Boy. Blonde hair with baby blue eyes and a killer physique, Jack Morrison was the spitting image of Captain America. It was only until Gabe became his bunk mate that he realized how much like the comic-book hero Jack really was. Jack was idealistic. He thought that everything could be solved with a stern handshake and clever words. It stumped Gabe as to why Jack would join a military organization.

"I want to do some good." Jack said with a dazzling smile.

"Yeah but Overwatch?"

"We step in when no one else will. We go into the hard places. I think it's pretty admirable to do that."

"What if you had to kill someone? Nothing admirable about blowing a man's brains out."

Jack's dazzling smile disappeared. Gabe pouted. He hadn't meant for that to happen. He liked it when Jack smiled.

"I don't want to kill anyone but if it comes to it…then I guess I gotta do it."

Gabe had pinned Jack for the soft hearted type. He wondered though, if it came down to it, would Jack be able to kill? A few months later, Gabe was proven right. They were on the field. It was their first mission. They were ambushed. The team was split up. Gabe was in the trench. The only thing on his mind was Jack.

Where was Jack? He didn't see him anywhere. Gabe stayed hidden in the trench, his gun close to his chest. He had to find Jack. They had to get out of here. He peeked at his surroundings, trying to get a sense of where he was. That's when he saw Jack. He was alive but he wasn't safe. There was a man pointing a gun at Jack's head. Time slowed down for Gabe. He saw the man squeeze the trigger and then faster than Gabe knew what he was doing, he had his own gun pointed at the man threatening Jack.

The gun went off and the man was dead. Gabe rushed onto the field and grabbed Jack. They got the hell out of there.

"I-I froze." Jack blurted out, tears in his eyes. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry, man. I got your back."

And Gabe did. After that, Jack and Gabe were inseparable. They were a duo. You couldn't see one without the other. From their friendship, love bloomed. It came no surprise to anyone when Jack and Gabe got married. This was Gabe's third happy memory. It was a small wedding with only their nearest and dearest friends. There were tears, lots of tears, from the both of them. To this day, Gabe swears that Jack cried the loudest.

The fourth memory was a long time coming. Gabriel Reyes had always wanted children. He came from a big family and thought it was only right to have a household full of kids. Jack was an only child and at the idea of having children, he balked.

"What if the kid doesn't like us?" Jack asked as the poured over the dozens of photos of potential children for them to adopt.

"You're crazy. The kid will love us. Who wouldn't?" Gabe was offended at the idea that someone not loving them. "We're adorable!"

"What if the kid doesn't like me?"

"Jack…"

"No, I'm serious. What if he or she sees my scar and gets scared?" During the war, Jack had been wounded. A long jagged scar cut across his face. It was a source of constant worry and social anxiety. Jack often wore large obscuring sun glasses to hide the scar. "This-" he pointed to his wound "-doesn't exactly put people at ease."

"Don't worry, man. I got your back."

A few months later they adopted eight year old Jesse McCree. It was a surprise adoption. The case worker had actively warned them against adopting Jesse.

"He gets into fights all the time." The case worker said in a hushed whisper. "He's a problem child. He's been bounced around from home to home. This is his third residence this month. He'll cause too much trouble here and then he'll be moved to a new place." The case worker then said with a sigh of relief. "Then he'll become someone else's problem."

Gabe should have been given a medal for not chewing the case worker out. He stayed cool and calm. With Jack, they fought through the red tape and signed all the right papers and adopted Jesse. Tears were once again shed and Gabe still swore that Jack cried the loudest.

The fifth memory was just as happy as the fourth but it had a rockier start.

Parenting Jesse was a trial. The kid had more issues than most but with the right kind of attention, positive reinforcement, and love, Jesse turned out alright. He still had a penchant for fighting and if you said one negative thing about his Papi and Pops, he would remember it forever but he had come so far from the angry self-destructive kid that he once was.

Overall, life was good.

But then came the hurricane. Devastation ruled in South America. Gabe remembered how Jesse ran to his bedroom talking about people being blown away. They rushed to the television set and watched the destruction. The ferocity of the storm had them hypnotized. They watched from the safety of their living room, far away from the storm, and bared witness as lives were destroyed.

The hurricane was the topic of news for months. People were in need of aid. There was a deficit was fresh drinking water, shelter, food. Gabe returned home to find Jesse, now sixteen years old, sitting in front of the television.

"Papi, it's bad out there."

"I know."

"Isn't anyone gonna help them?"

Gabe joined his son. "Help's on the way."

Jesse scoffed. "They're not going fast enough."

It was at this that Gabe had to admit Jesse had a point. Things were going kind of slow in the face of a natural disaster. The news showed different clips of the devastation. There was one clip that haunted Gabe. It was of a kid who couldn't be any older than five years old. He was standing bare foot, holding a dirty plushie of a frog, and he was crying for his parents.

It broke Gabe's heart. Gabe went to bed that night unable to get the image of that kid out of his head.

"Something up?" Jack asked as he cuddled next to him.

Gabe sighed. "I want another kid."

"What?"

"There was this kid. I can't…"

Jack took a deep breath. "Okay."

"What? Y-You're sure?"

"Don't worry, man. I've got your back."

It was settled. They were going to help. The child's name turned out to be Lucio Correia dos Santos. He was six and an orphan. Originally, the plan was to temporarily adopt Lucio until a replacement family could be found for him. When Lucio came to them, Gabe swore that he would stay a month, maybe two.

That was ten years ago.

Lucio was officially adopted into the Reyes-Morrison household when he was seven. Gabe reflected on his happy memories, those five particular memories and smiled.

Life was good.

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