Warning: Slash
Notes: 2nd POV - Wes
Notes2: This had already been posted under the same title, but I'm moving it here for organizational reasons :)
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Chapter 2: Those things from childhood that we never forget
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You got your love of soft jazz from your father, Harvey.
He would come home from the work, pour a glass of scotch on the rocks, and pick out his favorite record.
He would sit on the couch and close his eyes, take a slow sip and move a hand along with the musical notes. Sometimes he would hum along, other times he would just listen.
And when his drink was finished and Harvey was again a human being – a husband and a father, he would open his eyes and beckon you over.
He would ask about your day and how things were at school and if you had learned anything new.
And you would curl up against him, head on his large shoulder and breathing in the smell of scotch and expensive cologne. You would tell him about the kids at school that you didn't always get along with and the teachers you were tired of correcting.
And through all of this, the soft sounds of jazz you were listening to would float all around, mixing in with your father's voice. You would fall asleep right there on the couch, curled against him as he told you stories of his many cases.
Then your dad, Mike, would come into the room – a soft smile as he picked you up and took you to your room, tucking you into bed.
He would whisper g'night, kiddo and kiss your forehead.
Those soft jazz notes continuing to dance around in your subconscious.
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End.