My brother-in-law is a police officer (2nd part / 6)

On the way back, I had bought him a wallet, the best one I found. He was surprised. He emptied the old one, and as he was putting cards and IDs in the new one, as I approached him with his whiskey, I saw an old, somewhat discolored photo on the table. He put it away immediately.

- Here you are, sir - I left the glass on top. He took a sip and then looked at me.

- It's been a nice gesture towards your master.

- It's not important at all.

I remained silent and looked down at his white New Balance shoes with black lettering. They were the ones that excited me the most to lick.

- You've seen it, haven't you? - he asked without looking at me.

- Sorry, I don't know what you're referring to.

- Don't play dumb with me, it won't work, my little bitch - he interrupted me with sarcasm -. The photo.

- Oh, well, only from afar, I swear.

He opened the wallet and took out the photo in question.

- Look - he brought it closer to me. Two adolescent boys with a four or five-year age difference appeared -. I'm the tall one.

- You were already very attractive back then - I couldn't help but say.

- Seventeen years old, what do you think? I had a lot of hair...

I smiled. We both fell silent.

- Don't you want to ask me something?

- No, no - I shook my head, perhaps with some fear.

- Do you know who the one next to me is?

I looked at him and just shrugged.

- It was my little brother. I've never talked to your sister about him, okay? - he warned me with a simple question.

I blushed. I didn't know how to interpret that hint of trust that he hadn't even had with my sister. He told me to bring something from the kitchen. I was walking away, but I managed to hear him.

- At least, Angelito, I was able to save you.

That topic never came up again. Officially, or at least in front of my family, he's still an only child.

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A month ago, Angel was born. Gerardo gave one of his masterful touches: he announced that my nephew would be named after my father and me.

- What a nice gesture towards your father... - my mother commented. And as she was leaving, like someone who doesn't care, murmuring: - at least, someone has made him a grandfather...

Sometimes, I would like to tell my mother that she's a real daughter of a bitch.

My father, on the other hand, has been observing and analyzing me for a while.

- Son, you can be sincere with me, do you really want to be the godfather?

- Why not, dad? It's an honor that my sister is giving me.

- Oh, well. Yes, of course, yes. Your sister... of course, it's true - he seemed to feel betrayed by his own response to my answer -. Of course. I just thought that...

- What, dad?

- Nothing, nothing. Don't mind me.

If my father decid...