Brady woke up to his blanket being pulled off. He knew it had to be that four year old. "Bree is that you? Go play or something, Bray is sleeping."

"But you pwomised to play with me! Wake up!"

"But I'm tired right now," Brady said as he peeked at Bree through one eye. She stood looking at him with her eyebrows creased and bottom lip jutting out. Her curly hair falling on her shoulders, framing her beautiful brown face.
She was so darn cute he knew he wasn't going to stay in bed for long.

"But you pwomised!!!!" Bree literally began to screech until Brady gave in.

"Okay! Oh my God my ears are bleeding."

"Yaaaayy!!" Bree said victoriously as she ran out the door.
Brady chuckled and went to freshen up.

Brady's family was not a very small one. Mr and Mrs Madison had three children of their own, but since the day they'd fallen in love, they'd wanted an army of children. And so over the years, they'd adopted four more.
Brady was right in the middle. He had three older siblings and three younger ones.
Although not all of them were biologically related, they'd grown up together and loved each other more than anything else.

Brady went out to find Bree crying with a tight grip on her knee. Everyone was still probably asleep.
At her side at once was Brady, scooping her up into his arms. "What's wrong Bree?  Did you scrape your knee?"

She nodded as tears ran down her face. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
When she nodded again, he held it up and kissed her knee while her little hands wrapped around his neck.

"Better?" She nodded a third time and seemed to calm down.
"Let's go put some ice on it okay?"

"But I wanna play with you!"

"We have plenty of time for that later, I'll even braid your hair!" Brady said cheerfully.

"Really?! Okay!" she grinned like a kid who wasn't just crying a minute ago.

It wasn't until Brady applied the ice that he remembered Bree's glassy eyes, wet with tears.
It had him thinking about one of the saddest eyes he'd ever seen.

What could be bothering the man who had introduced himself as Leo, he wondered.
He'd noticed it the moment he'd turned around to see him.

He'd had eyes that couldn't decide whether they wanted to be grey or blue, and within their conflict was the pain.
Even through his glasses it was so vivid Brady couldn't tell if he was trying to hide it.

Brady had to see him again, even if it was just to rub a hand down his back and tell him everything was going to be fine.
Only problem was, he didn't think Leo would like it. The man had practically grabbed the box from his hands and stormed off. Leaving him to wonder what he had done wrong.

Nevertheless, he wasn't going to let it go. He would at least ask him if he needed somebody to talk to. And if he didn't, he'd walk away from his life. Simple as that.

Brady pulled out his phone, he had a call to make.