RP with kicksbigballs & likebraveheart | Brotherly Intervention

[nothingunderit]

[Follows THIS]Braden wasn't at all surprised when he left the clinic in the centre of London and got caught in a heavy downpour of rain. His coat wasn't waterproof and he didn't have an umbrella. It was fitting, as far as he was concerned. He just got into the first available cap looking something akin to a drowned rat, his blond hair plastered to

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[kicksbigballs]

All Callum had managed to get out was Braden's name before he was witnessing his younger brother crumble into a sobbing mess. He quickly breached the gap between them and pulled Braden into a firm, protective hug, holding him tightly. He didn't know what was wrong, he didn't need to, Braden was really upset about something and that's all that matter. The thing was, he knew it wasn't the lassie Kenzie he was upset about, it was something else.

"Hey, hey..." he murmured softly, patting Braden's back. "What's happened, buddy, what is it? You're soaking," he realised as an afterthought.

[nothingunderit]

Once Braden was in the hug, he didn't fight it. He just leant against his brother, clutching the back of his shirt and proceeded to make a complete mess of his shoulder. But if you were going to snot on anyone, it may as well be your big brother. Or one of them. He was soaking, and it was only dragging his already depressed mood down even further. He had been fighting the urge to cry since the doctor had confirmed the do-over test hadn't brought back any better results. He knew the whole notion of wanting his sperm to be re-checked was probably just as smart as poking yourself in the eyeball with something pointy, but in the wake of the encounter with Kenzie, the what-ifs had started eating him alive. He hadn't been sure if he had the stamina to just step in and be the father to some stranger's baby if there was a chance he might have one of his own one day. He also wasn't sure he could have lived with the fact that he could have gotten Kenzie pregnant rather than some faceless fuck she picked up in a bar

[kicksbigballs]

Without a doubt, one of the hardest things for Callum about being a big brother was seeing any of his siblings in tears. Even over a scraped knee, his heart always clenched and he tried to do everything he could to help. But this was definitely not just a scraped kneed and Braden's sobs felt like they were wracking his hole body. Whatever it was, Callum just knew in his heart he would have no fix for it, so all he could do was keeping hugging and hope that there was some sort of way to even dull the pain, even just a wee bit.

"Bradie, love... I cannae help you if you dinnae tell me what's up," he said helplessly. "Please tell me what happened, buddy. How about a wee cup of tea?"

[nothingunderit]

Braden reached up behind Callum's shoulder to try and wipe his eyes, struggling to regain his composure. "I-I made an appointment with a private fertility clinic here. For another test. It's been t-two years... I just had to know... I had to... to..." His words caught up in another sob and he squeezed his eyes shut. Everything was mashing into a big ball of saddness, he didn't even know what was making him more upset anymore. "It hurts."