Promise Me // Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Twelve.

A/N: y'all ready to see things from Bradley's POV? Or are you not emotionally ready for that yet? ;)

Bradley was released from the hospital about two weeks later, and I was more nervous and less excited than I should be because of our current situation.

On discharge day, I got to the hospital about 9, and he was getting his things ready. It was great to see him in his clothes that I brought for him to where. It was almost like he was the same old Bradley, except he wasn't the same old Bradley...yet.

I watched him for a second before taking a deep breath and walking into the room. As the pregnancy progressed, I definitely noticed that I was waddling more. I was tired all the time, but now I didn't have time to be tired.

"Hey, Bradley," I gave a warm smile as I walked into his room. He turned around and greeted me with a small smile and a wave, which made my heart skip a beat. "You all ready to come home?"

"Yeah," He said as he turned around to finish getting his bag together. "We live together, right? You're taking me there?"

I froze in the spot I had been standing in and was nervous to answer that question. What if he didn't want to come with me? Where would he go?

"Yeeees..." I answered slowly. "We were sharing a room at home, well, my dad's house. Remember I told you we were living there until we bought a house? There's an extra room there, so you can stay in there if you're not comfortable sharing the bed or room. Is that okay?"

He nodded, making eye contact with me which in turn made my heart skip again. I also sighed with relief because I was so scared he wouldn't want to.

"Yeah," He said with a small smile. "I mean, you said we're married, right? My doctor said that I should try to maintain as normal a life as possible. Sharing our room is okay with me."

I smiled at the word "our," because it was nice to hear those words roll off of his tongue. Things were going to be a lot different at home for awhile, but I was doing everything his doctors had suggested, and we were going to work on coming up with a routine for him to get into.

"Does this look familiar?" I asked as we approached his blue Jeep after going over discharge paperwork and upcoming appointments with his nurse. "It's your car."

"No," He said with a little bit of defeat, but quickly perked up when he got in. "I have nice taste, though. This thing is beautiful!"

"I'm still getting used to driving it," I laughed. "I didn't get my license until right before you got shipped off to New Zealand a few years ago, so I never had to drive."

Being in the driver's seat was a change for me, but I didn't want to risk Bradley not knowing how to drive and get into a wreck. He could get seriously hurt and set himself back even more. Or maybe that was just me being a little too over dramatic.

"When we get back to the house, I'll give you a tour around and show you where all your stuff is at. Do you still want to sleep in the same room?" I asked, admiring how he looked in his sunglasses while he was watching the scenery go by. I wanted so badly to hold his hand, but it took a lot of restraint. "I want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Yeah," He said as he gave me a gentle smile. "They said it's best for me to go back to normal. You say we're married and you really seem to care about me, so I want to try and get better for you and the baby...what is her name?"

I looked over at him when we came to a stoplight, and I was glad that I had my sunglasses on as well, because I had started to tear up. Even though his memory of me and Charlotte were gone, temporarily, he was still showing that he really cared about me.