Emery [bxb]

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I'm back in Miami for the foreseeable future, and applying to the hospital where Emery now works full-time, Mercy. He's pulling some strings for me, bless him.

Em always holds out hope his parents will reach out on his birthday, even though he never says as much. It always kills him when they don't, and this year is no exception.

I put off a date with my girlfriend, Kelly, to kiss and cuddle him on the couch for a long time. It sort of works to cheer him up.

"Come here, baby, daddy's gonna give you your birthday present," I smirk, standing up at length.

Getting the wrong idea, Emery sinks to his knees in front of me just as I reach behind me to produce a wrapped package. We laugh at the misunderstanding.

He unwraps a framed photograph of us as kids sleeping on my bed together under the blanket, and his eyes well up with tears. My mom took it. That's part one.

Part two is I'm paying for us to get matching tattoos on our ring fingers so that even when we're wearing wedding bands, it'll be bros before hoes.

Part three is more of a gift for me.