Thirteen years ago...
Jake looked at his little brother fast asleep under the sun with his head on his lap. He was happy, very happy. He remembered how he had begged his mother for a little brother that was cute enough to brag about, to love and also to control?
To him, Lucas was his only. His toy.
They had played that day and he had seen the many cute sides of a boy in a state of pure happiness. His innocent childish laughter echoed in his mind...
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Present day..
