But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

chapter 20

A/N; I got my cartilage pierced again earlier, theres a picture on my twitter if you wanna see, and its my second one and I passed out but I got a free lolly and it was nice But I got blood on my shirt (hollow needles normally make your ear bleed dw)
Y'all should follow my twitter//IG ; Sophielouiseok

I'm hungry..but I'm not.
I like pizza, so we had pizza instead of pancakes bc pancake day.
I'm busy these next few days, so yeah...But i've not been sleeping so you might get random 5am updates.

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Brad's POV;

"W-what" I let the words tumble out. She's pregnant? I don't get how, well i know how, with the frickle frackle, but I never thought she'd get pregnant. Thomas is still a baby himself, the girls death is still raw, is it too soon?
"There is a baby in my womb Bradley" Zoe says, ducking her head down, letting her hair fall over her face, hiding herself from me. "I'm scared" she whispers, as more hair falls. 
"It'll all be alright Zozo, I promise" i hum, pulling her onto my lap "I know its risky, we figured that with the triplets, but I promise, I'll look after you. I won't let anything happen, maybe this is a fresh start. We have some time off these next few months, well apart from a few weeks, but that doesn't matter" i sooth, rubbing her back "Maybe we should move, and we can have this baby, and be happy" 
"I'm not scared of that, I'm scared of what people will think, of what will happen when you have to go again, Is it too soon?" she sobs, her cheek laying against my chest. I sigh, everything she said, was exactly how i feel. Its bad enough leaving her with two kids, let alone a newborn baby that won't know me when I come back. 
"Zoe, I promise we will work this out. We can work through this princess" i mumble into her ear, letting her sobbing subside. "Come on, lets go to bed, we can talk through this tomorrow"  She looks up at me, blinking a few times, Then nods and crawls off my lap and under the sheets. I smile softly at her, as I pull her close, kissing her forehead. 

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"Thomas thats mine" Ellie whines from the living room, you could just hear the annoyance in her voice. I sigh, watching Zoe as she taps away at her laptop. I tilt my head at her, studying her face, until Ellie starts to cry. Zoe furrows her eyebrows, then looks at me. I nod, standing up, placing my mug on the side and walking into the living room. 
"Ellie Whats wrong" i say, crouching down to her level, as she stands with her arms crossed and the tears falling down her cheeks.
"Thomas" she hiccups, holding onto my arm
"What did her do?"
"My teddy!" she whines, stomping her foot. I roll my eyes at her sass,as she wobbles around on her feet.
"Thomas doesn't understand its yours, why don't you let him play with it for a bit hmm? We can play dress up if you'd like" i coo, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She shakes her head, pointing to Thomas, who was sat cuddling the teddy in a death grip "But, I want to play dress up" i pout, as she watches me
"I do your make up?" she says, as I pick her up. I nod, taking herto her room, rocking her from side to side as we walked. She giggles happily, kicking her feet. 

Maybe having another baby wasn't the right thing to do. Ellie could barley cope with Thomas, let alone another baby. Maybe it wasn't fair on either of them. It was hardly fair on Zoe, I knew I would end up going away again, I couldn't leave her with two babies and Ellie. The baby would hardly remember me anyway, the amount I'd be away. It might not be the best thing to do after all. 
But then again, I could hardly tell Zoe that, and take the third child from her? No way. She'd probably kill me.
But then thats the problem, I think she wants this baby to repalce Scarlett and Cleo...and thats wrong and immoral. She might not be, but I can't help but feel like she is. 

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Zoe's POV

I grunted as I read my emails, more spam, I don't think I ever get any actual emails. The kids were asleep, and so was Brad. But it was 3 in the morning, and I was sat in the living room, eating toast and watching a poorly made movie. 
I'm not sure why I couldn't sleep, I was just restless. I did want to stay in bed, but i was scared my fidgeting would wake Bradley up, and he was shattered from tour.

This movie was honestly driving me bonkers, I'm not sure who created the special effects, but I hope they're ashamed of their job. I sighed, flicking through the channels. There was nothing that grabbed my intrest, why did TV shows stop at night? Why can't they carry on all night, I'd like that. 
I shift myself off the sofa, and plod into the kitchen, pulling a pair of jobbing bottoms out of the 'to iron' pile, and slipped them on over my pjamama bottoms. I then shuffle to the porch, pulling my coat and shoes on, I slowly pull the door open, praying it doesn't creak. 

I slip out of the door, closing it behind me. I walk down the path, letting myself lead down the road, the cold air whirling around me.

Little did I know, I wouldn't be walking back.