Warning: language
Notes: 2nd POV - Mike
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Chapter 8: The obligatory teacher-hates-gays-and-makes-Wes-cry-making-Harvey-and-Mike-fuck-shit-up chapter
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It was the day you and Harvey had been dreading – the day that Donna and Jessica and even Louis had told you would come.
The day that little Wes came home and asked why the teacher said that your family wasn't a real family because Wes wasn't biologically yours.
You remember Wes climbing into your lap, burying his face into your neck and telling you how he screamed and shouted at the teacher because he wouldn't admit that he was wrong.
"He said that we weren't a real family," the boy cried. "He said that I'm not really your son."
You fought the rage broiling in your chest and throat.
"Hey, hey, look at me," you pulled Wes away just a little, just enough to look him in the eyes. "You are my son. We are a family. Okay, kiddo?"
"But—"
"Wes, your teacher is wrong," Wes nodded and you pulled him in close as you stood from the couch, walking to the kitchen and setting him on the counter.
"You're getting too big to carry, little man," you smiled as you wet a cloth as scrubbed it over Wes' face, wiping away the tears and snot. You placed a kiss to Wes forehead as you said, "Look, he's not going to be the last person to say something about your father and I. Just promise me something?"
You waited until Wes nodded.
"Just promise me that you won't let it get to you, okay?" he nodded and on a lighter note you continued. "And don't hold it against them; some people are less evolved than others."
Wes laughed loudly as you pulled him off the counter and set him on the floor.
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And three days later, you and Harvey shared a satisfied smile when Wes came home and told you all about his new teacher and how wonderful she was.
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End.