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Luke peered out the living room window so his eyes were on the lawn. There, he saw his older brother, Jack, on his back and relaxing, one leg resting on top of the other while his arms were behind his head.
"Go tell your brother to come inside, Luke," Luke's mom, Liz, said.
"Okay!" Luke chirped, running from the window and towards the front door. His small fingers fumbled with the doorknob, trying to open the door, but the lock that was much too high for someone his height was locked in place, making Luke frown. "Mommy! The door's locked!"
"Oh, sorry," Liz apologized as she stepped out of the kitchen and went over to the door to unlock it for Luke. Once she opened up the door, Luke was quick to run out to the lawn where his favorite brother (who was his only brother) was.
"Jacky!" the small blond boy exclaimed as he ran over to Jack and then performed a somersault, his legs landing right on top of his brother's stomach.
Jack let out a sound of air escaping from his lungs as he sat upright, looking down at his giggling brother. He gave Luke a fond smile before he leaned closer to him and started tickling his sides.
"Sto-o-op!" Luke squealed, squirming away from his brother. He rolled onto his stomach and then stood up, Jack doing the same thing.
"Hey, Luke," Jack said, ruffling Luke's hair.
"Mommy said food's ready." Luke bounced on his toes, a wide smile plastered on his face.
Jack laughed, his finger poking at Luke's cheek where his younger brother's small dimple was located. "All right. Let's go eat then."
"Then after, can we tag? Please?"
"You shouldn't run after you've eaten, you know."
Luke pouted. "Why?"
"It's not good for your tummy." Jack poked Luke's stomach, making his brother giggle and take one step away. "We can relax instead. How's that sound?"
"Yay! Then we can play tag afterwards!" Luke reached for Jack's hand and began leading his brother inside the house.
Jack chuckled. "Sure, whatever you want."
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After lunch, Liz took Luke and Jack to the park where the two ran around the play equipment playing tag. Right now Luke was the one running from his older brother.
"Try and catch me, Jacky!" Luke exclaimed, giggling as Jack ran right behind him.
"I'm gonna get ya!" the older Hemmings shouted, his hands stretched out before him as he tried to get to Luke.
"You can't get me-!"
Luke was cut off abruptly when his feet got caught on a raised platform, causing the boy to fall forward and land front first to the concrete ground.
Jack gasped behind him and hurried to his brother's side. "Are you okay?!"
Luke sniffled as he rolled onto his back, sitting upright and looking down at his knee. It wasn't a good day for Luke to wear shorts. "I have a booboo."
"Stay here, I'mma get mom." Jack rushed off and left a teary-eyed Luke sitting on the ground, staring down at the damaged skin. It was very big, but it was enough to make Luke's eyes water.
"Owie," the smaller Hemmings muttered, his small finger tracing the skin around the skinned area. He sniffed and wiped his eyes dried with the back of his hand. The pain wasn't something he was used to, so it was slightly unbearable for him. "Jacky! Mommy!"
When his brother and mom didn't arrive, Luke stared down at his ripped skin and complained to himself how much it was hurting.
A minute later, Jack was rushing back over to his younger brother's aide with a bandage in his possession while Liz was following behind him. Jack knelt down beside his brother and opened up the bandage.
"Mom said that this will help," Jack explained as he placed the bandage over Luke's skin. He gave him a gentle pat on the opposite knee.
Liz finally arrived to her sons and she saw Luke's tear stained face. "Aw, poor baby. Do you want to go home?"
Luke sniffled, but he shook his head. "I'm not done playing with Jack."
"Can you try to walk?"
He nodded and stood onto his feet before his hurt knee began to hurt again, making Luke crouch down into a ball as Jack wrapped his arms around his little brother.
Liz sighed. "We're going home. Come on, Lukey. I'll carry you."
"No, I got it," Jack said, stepping in front of Luke and lowering himself. Luke tried to climb onto his brother's back, but his knee was bothering him too much. In the end, Liz helped Luke onto Jack and the older Hemmings brother made sure that Luke was securely on his back, his own arms under Luke's legs.
"Ready to go?" Jack asked, glancing back at his brother.
Luke wiped at his face and nodded. "Mhm."
"Come on, boys," Liz said. "Let's go home. I'll make you some special dinner, okay?"
That was enough to make Luke smile wide and he cheered, wrapping his arms around Jack's neck, but not too tightly. Then the three started walking back home.
Luke was happy to have such an amazing family, especially having a brother like Jack. His brother was always there for him, and Luke couldn't be any more grateful for that. He looked up to his brother a lot, pretty much did whatever his brother did, because Jack was such an inspiration to him.
Luke loved Jack and thought that he was awesome. Luke had high confidence that there was no way his brother would ever let him down. Nothing Jack could do would ever make Luke dislike his brother, let alone hate him.
Absolutely nothing.