But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

Chapter 21

Imma try and write this (btw go check out my Ashton Irwin fanfic coolio)

I like cold custard, is that normal?

idk, anyway, lets see how this goes(probably really badly)

The

Zoe's POV:
I leant my head against the window, the rain pattering rhythmically against it. My hands stung from the heat the cup of coffee in my hands was producing. The small café was warm and basically deserted, the quit quietness being a drastic change from home. I bit down on my lip, the thought of home making me want to fall to the floor sobbing. The whole idea of life and death pushing around in my head like a game of tug and war. Was this really what my life had become?

I let myself swim around in my own thoughts, a small dose of self pity never did any harm.
"Are you okay darling?". I startled myself, lifting my head from its rest on the window. An elderly woman sat opposite me, her rain coat dripping rain, a small smile of concern etched onto her face. I nod slightly, biting the inside of my cheek, refraining from saying anything. She smiles and nods back, taking a sip from the mug in front of her. "Do young girls like you often sit in cafés, with a face of thunder?"
I frown slightly, no they didn't. But i do. "I've just got a lot going on i guess", shrugging my shoulders. She nods again, looking out the window. The rain still pattered on outside, its noise becoming soothing. "Life just isn't how I pictured it to be" I continue.
"But isn't that good? Isn't it more exciting to not know what is going to happen?"
"I guess, but it's just wrong. I didn't plan to be almost 20 and have 3 children...oh god its worse when you said it aloud" i sigh "My life is just a mess..i want to go back in time and tell myself not to have a baby. Not to even meet certain people. Because I don't know why it's like this and i wish it wasn't. Its not as though I regret having my kids, god I'd never want to be without them, I just want to give them everything i can't and everything I didn't get. I just wish i had waited a while, because they'll be having kids and i'll still be having sex. Is there an age you even stop having sex? Anyway, I just wish it all happened differently" i sob, the tears falling freely. The lady looks at me, taking in my words. She fumbles around in her pocket, pulling out a tissue and placing it in my hand. I smile slightly, wiping away the tears.
"You have to take what life gives you, but only you can change what you want. You have to do what makes you happy, and from what i can see; you're not happy" i find myself nodding again, not really sure what she was trying to get at. "I'd best be off, make sure you do the right thing for you" she smiles again, standing up and waddling out of the door and drifting out of sight. I sigh, standing up and flicking my hood back over my hair.

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My hand rests over my stomach, my natural instinct of trying to protect the unborn baby kicking in. There was no bump, but i felt calm with my actions.
My eyes cast over the overhead board, where to go? I could hear trains trundling past, but i was yet to decide which one to get on.
The screens would switch every few minutes, giving me yet more options of where to go...but nowhere felt right. Home didn't feel right, but neither did Brighton or goddamn Edinburgh (which came up every 5 minutes). It didn't feel right with the kids or Brad or my own family.
Where was i meant to be, if nowhere was home?

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I hand the money over to the woman who places a one way ticket in my hand, along with a "have a nice journey". I mumble a thank you, before scuffing my feet towards to platforms. A few trains left, a few arrived. But none were mine. Maybe it would never come, was it a sign?
I chew on my lip, deciding that if the train didn't arrive within 5 minutes i would go home and go back to sleep. It seemed fair. It seemed like fate.

I was practically ready to turn and go home, until a train chugged into the platform and stopped. I glanced at the destination, the reality hitting that it was my train. I swallow, and wobble towards the door, taking one last breath before stepping onto the worn carpet and finding an empty seat to fall into.

I guess this was my fate.