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Notes: 2nd POV - Wes
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Chapter 7: For the want of a brother
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You know I give you a hard time about your foster brothers…
You remember being six-years-old and asking your dads if you were ever going to have a little brother.
Harvey and Mike had just shared a look and Mike pulled you up into his lap.
"No, honey, I don't think so," he'd said.
"Why?" you had asked.
"You're more than enough for us," Harvey had said.
…but the truth is I'm jealous.
And it wouldn't be until years later, when you learned about your father's dreams, that you realized that it had never been an option for there to be another child.
Mike would explain that Harvey had seen what had happened in other futures when they got a second child.
There would be fighting and sleepless nights and the chance of what had happened between you and Harvey (three years of terrible silence) always happening again (and there was no way that Harvey could do that twice – it nearly kills him just dreaming about it).
'Cause I don't have any brothers. I don't have anything like that in my life.
You had once asked Harvey who the second child had been, if he thought any of that pain would've been worth it.
"I never got his name," Harvey said. "And no - what would've happened to us could never have been worth it. You don't need to know everything, kiddo, just know that things wouldn't have ended well."
You hear everything Harvey doesn't say - divorce, depression, death. So you just nod and change the subject and refill your glasses, pointedly ignoring the way Mike intertwines his pinky with Harvey's (something he only does when Harvey's going through an extreme internal struggle).
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End.