Fly High and Go Far

ROOSTER-Chapter Fifteen: Someone Needs to Shut Up

  Sam got the paperwork sent over to get command saying that she was not allowed to fly her plane at all.  And she was at medical for a solid two hours before they let her go.  She was now permanently stuck at her desk for the next year to a year and a half.  But when she toddled out of the medical center to go home, she drove in enough shock she didn't realize that she had made it home thirty minutes later.
  Inside, she went to go shower and got dressed in comfy clothes before standing in the kitchen, looking for lunch.  But instead she stood there rubbing her lower stomach, feeling emotional beyond emotional.
  "Hey lil Bradley," she whispered.  "I can't wait to tell your dad."  Same stood there and started crying.  She wanted to tell her dad.

  Hours passed, and Bradley came home to Sam in pajamas.  Not something she did often, only on bad days.
  "Hey, baby girl, what happened?" He asked.  Sam looked at him, only to realize she couldn't tell him.  It had only been three weeks according to the corpsman and the paperwork.  She had to wait.  No, he had to know.  He had every right to know.  This was his child too. 
  "I'm pregnant," she blurted out.  Bradley's face dropped its color and he blinked in silence.  "I'm pregnant, Bradley.  With your child."  He stood there and smiled big, letting a tear fall.
  "Really?  Truly?" He whispered.  "How far along?"
  "Three weeks, so keep it hush hush until I'm officially in the second trimester," Sam told him.  He nodded and understood immediately.
  "I got it.  But, uh, shouldn't we tell your mom?" He asked.  Sam sighed and contemplated in silence.  "We can wait."
  "Can we go tell my dad?" Sam whispered softly, almost baby-like. 
  "I— yeah.  Yeah, we can go tell him," Bradley replied back.  "Let's go tell him."

  Bradley drove Sam to the cemetery where her father was buried years prior, carefully walking her to the headstone.  The two stood in front of the pearly white marble that read "Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky".  Sam breathed deeply and closed her eyes.
  "Hi Dad," she said, kneeling down and putting a hand on the headstone.  "I wanted to tell you that you're going to be a grandpa.  Even though you already were one.  But with me now.  I wish you were here." 
  Bradley knelt down next to Sam and put an arm around Sam, looking at the headstone too, "I promise, sir, that I'll take care of her through all of this."
  The two stood back up and stood there, staring at the headstone in silence for half an hour before Sam said it was okay to leave.  She walked out, arm in arm with Bradley, sniffling.
  "My dad would have loved to been a grandfather with my kid," Sam said softly.
  "My parents would have too," Bradley reassured her.  "They would've loved to have met you."
  "I wish I got to meet them, Bradley," Sam replied.  The two of them stopped and faced each other.
  "Oh god!" Sam exclaimed.
  "We have to tell—," Bradley said.
  "Maverick," they said in unison.

  Sam and Bradley stood in their living room, contemplating how to tell their Uncle Pete, which is a weird enough statement in itself.  Bradley paced back and forth as Sam stood there awkwardly.
  "We just tell him like normal," Sam said, tired of Bradley panicking.  But Bradley, on the other hand; this was his actual father figure.  Ever since his dad died way back when, Pete felt responsible and support him and his mom to the best of his ability.  Pete was only Sam's dad's friend and wingman.  And Sam was lucky that she had her dad up until recently.
  "He's going to flip, Sam," Bradley said, grabbing Sam's arms gently. 
  "Well, we have three months before I wanted to announce it to everyone," Sam piped up. "That gives you time to think about how we're going to tell him."
  Bradley stood there in one spot with his hands in his hips, nodding.  His gaze at the floor before changing it to Sam.  Sam sauntered over to him and wrapped her arm around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.
  "We get married soon," she cooed, trying to get his mind off of everything.
  "Then you'll become Commander Samantha Bradshaw," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her gently.  "And our little baby will be a Bradshaw.  And the one after that.  And the one after that—."
  "Whoa whoa," Sam cut him off.  "Let's start with one." Bradley smiled gently and kissed Sam once more, picking her up gently.
  "These next several months are going to be amazing," he said, kissing Sam again.  "I'm going to take care of you, get you everything you need and want—."
  "Don't forget going to the appointments with me," Sam interjected.
  "Are we going to do a gender reveal party?" Bradley asked, and Sam shook her head.
  "I want to know right away.  And we can surprise everyone that way. Besides, I don't want to be public enemy number one if we accidentally catch all of San Diego on fire."