Times running out (a Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 14

Bret's POV: (as requested by a reader)

I woke up with my Phoenix laying next to me. THIS I could get used to.

She looked so beautiful laying there with her beautiful soft gentle smile, and her doe-like Bambi eyes closed in such a light and beautiful way.

This is how I wanted to wake up all the time, with my beautiful girl next to me.

I wrapped my arms around her admittedly skinny frame.

It worried me how thin she was getting, ever since Naomi devalued her beauty she's been acting weird when she used to be so confident.

I kissed the top of her head and mumbled,

"I swear, I'll keep you safe babygirl. You are so beautiful."

She cuddled closer to me as she slept, honestly she couldn't get any cuter.

Just then, as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed.

"Ugh, but I was enjoying this." I hissed under my breath, grabbing my phone.

It was a text from JC,

"oh we have a recording session in a hour. Just a reminder." He said.

"You better not wear your fucking old man sweater." I replied.

He was going to wear the freaking old man sweater.

Just then, Phoenix started to stir.

"Mmhf, Breeeet. I need cuddles!" she whined.

I chuckled, happy to oblige.

"So missy, how'd you sleep?" I asked her with a yawn.

"Like a baby." she grinned "you?"

"Not to great, all I wanted was to look at you which made it hard to close my eyes."

"You're such a cutie pie."

"Cutie pie? Fuck that! I'm a fuckin hot leather covered devils food cake if anything, doll." I exclaimed.

She just rolled her eyes at me and laughed.

I love her laugh!

"Well, I hate to do this, beautiful, but I gotta get down to the studio!" I sighed.

"Nooooo!" she said. "... Can I come?"

I chuckled and kissed her cheek before getting up.

"Of course."

I threw on my maroon-ish hoodie that I wear when I don't feel like doing my hair, some ripped skinny jeans, and my lucky boots. (Bryan stars called them "kinky". pshhh.)

But Phoenix was something else! She had a rad Green Day shirt on, a leather jacket (the one I gave her.) and some basically destroyed black skinny jeans. She looked absolutely perfect.

"Alright milady!" I said in a super shitty British accent. "Lets go!"

"Shall we?" she asked in an equally awful accent, extending her hand.

"We shall."

I grabbed her hand and we raced down to the car, and to the studio.

A/N: Im running low on filler ideas, so if any of you have Ideas, speak up! I wanna hear em!

- XOXO Sixx