Bruno heard a crash through the phone. ”Mar? Marla!” he screamed.
”I’m….I’m…okay…” she breathed.
”What’s wrong?” he asked her.
”I dropped the pregnancy test I took in the toilet.” she told him.
”You took a pregnancy test?” he asked her. ”Why?”
”Bru…I have eggs and you have sperm…you know when they come together…” she explained to him.
”Shut up!” he told her.
”Okay…it fell out of the cabinet and I just decided what the hell.” she replied.
”But you’re not…” he started.
”I don’t think so.” she told him. ”I was just shocked that it fell in…” she told him hoping for a relieved response.
”Oh…” he answered. She’ll tell me soon. He thought to himself. She can’t keep a secret.
”Yeah..so. That was it….and I’m going to get my license.” she told him.
”Marla..you should do it. You really should. You said opening a practice would be a good idea so you didn’t have to worry about schedules.” he told her remembering a conversation they had when Rosie was a newborn.
”I don’t remember that conversation.” she answered him.
”Oh…so it went a little like this..” he started to imitate her voice. ”I love my job, but loving my job means that I can’t be crazy and spontaneous with Bruno Mars…”
”I don’t talk like that!” she laughed at his Valley girl voice.
”And then you said....but if I can have my own practice then I can set my hours and go on vacation whenever I want…and then everything would be amaazzzzinnnnggg.” he sang to her.
”I don’t remember…still…” she responded.
”It’s okay, babe. I remember and I know it’s something you’ve wanted to do for a longtime. Sleep on it. It will come back to you….back to yooouuuuu….” he sang the end of one of his new songs to her making her melt.
”Bruno…” she started to talk to him about the day and random things that made them perfect for each other. He told her about the flight and how Eric was snoring and the radio interviews he had already done. She laid down in the bed listening to him talk and talk and talk. She started to remember the past tour and how she fell asleep to his voice almost every single night. ”Bruno?” she asked in the middle of their conversation. ”Oh…you fell asleep. Good night, boo.” she said hanging up the phone going back into the bathroom. ”Well…it’s me and you baby…” she said to the pregnancy test on the counter.
**
The next morning Marla woke up stretched out on his side of the bed. ”Well..that feels weird.” she said out loud walking toward the kitchen stopping to look down at the printer. She saw a sheet of paper laying on the floor with text on it. ”Ghost printer? What the hell?” she bent down picking up the paper.
Dear Marla,
Don’t ask me how this got on the floor. I wouldn’t be able to explain it. Today I said good bye to you and Rosie. I know I won’t be gone long, but I already miss you. I miss the way you smell and the way you smile at me. I also miss how you forget things, like the things that you love the most- like helping others. Marla, you have to do that. You just have to. You’re already a rock star. Rock stars do everything. That means you can do everything. I love you.
Brunz
”I hope you mean that..because..woah…ewww…” she said placing the paper next to the rest of her notes running to the bathroom.
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The Good Life
FanficThis is my first fanfic. SInce I've written several more, but this is my baby. It's been on tumblr for a good while now, but if you haven't read it, I think it's pretty fab. Bruno is just starting out when he takes the time to perform at one of his...
