Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

FOURTY ONE

~*Becky's POV*~

It's been days since I last spoke to Bradley. He's tried calling me on many occasions, but I've let it go to voice mail every time. I never even bother listening to the voice mails he left; I deleted them as soon as they came through. I haven't responded to any of his texts either. He's also resulted to calling and texting mum but that hasn't worked, and believe me, she's the last person he would want to talk to right now.

I've been talking to Nat nearly everyday and she's been keeping me updated with how Brad is doing. He really doesn't sound great but I'm the victim here; he's the one that's in the wrong.

Nat told me what happened the day Brad was confronted and I'm glad that Anne-Marie, Derek and Nat are standing up for me and not letting Brad get away with what him and Lauren did.

Maybe even currently still doing... I push the thought from my head.

The baby is due in a few days and mum and I have everything ready for when she's born. My bag for the hospital is already packed and waiting by the front door for when we have to leave. Mum said I'm lucky she hasn't come already, from all the stress I've been put through over the past few days and I hope nothing has affected the baby or the birth.

I'm still panicking though. Our baby is due in 4 days and Bradley and I still haven't decided on a name. We're not even on talking terms and I doubt we'll ever be the same. I would happily sit down with mum and choose a name with her, but I'd feel terrible if Brad didn't get a say in what we want to name our daughter. Will he even be there for the birth? I haven't thought about that yet.

Although he's fucked us up, big time, it doesn't feel right naming our baby without him. She's still his daughter, no matter what he's done.

Maybe I need to stop thinking about myself and call him. This isn't about us at the moment; this is about our daughter.

~*Brad's POV*~

I haven't spoken to Becky in 5 days and it's killing me. I feel like shit because of this whole situation, so God knows how Becky must feel. And it's all my fault...

I don't know what I thinking when I stupidly kissed Lauren at the HALO Awards but is was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I was hammered but I know I'm making excuses to justify what I did. I know that's not good enough. I'll never forgive myself for it and I doubt Becky ever will. I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to see me again, to be quite honest.

I mean, it's not like I deserve it. I don't deserve Becky or the baby.

The baby! Why do I only ever think of myself!? My daughter is going to grow up fatherless because of me and my mistake. I'm never going to be able to live with this.

I just wish Becky would pick up the damn phone and talk to me. I'm aware I don't deserve it and explaining myself to her won't make a difference, but there's things we need to discuss. She's always been a stubborn girl. Wait, why am I blaming her? I'd react the same if the tables were turned.

I want to be there for the birth. I need to be there for Becky. She'll need me whether she chooses to accept it or not.

I wonder if she has a name for our daughter yet. I bet she's done a great job of picking one. She did so well picking Charlie's name. God, how I miss Charlie...

I called Lauren the day I confessed. She was surprised that I chose Becky over her, but there was nothing to choose from. Becky has always come first and she always will. I just hope Lauren understands that and moves on. I'm not saying she has to accept it, just to forget.