Glad You Called (Bradga)

III

This is all my fault!

No, it's not!

Yes, it is, Bradley! It is my fault. If I hadn't been such a coward and gone to bed with everyone, but just waited like you did, none of this would have happened, not that way.

We both shouldn't have let go each other like we did, but it's okay.

Nothing is ok!

I mean we kind of found our way back to each other, didn't we. At least it feels pretty damn real sitting here with you right now.

With her lingering eyes, she looked at him. The emotions she had felt in the last few hours were too much. She had barely slept and before she knew it, Bradley was standing in front of her again. After all this time, the conversation between them that had been put off for too long was finally happening.

Still, nothing is okay. Nothing of what I actually wanted happened.

Carefully he put his hand on hers, very lightly, as if to test if she would pull away. She did not, but accepted his hand. A question swam in his head all the time, but he didn't dare say it. Instead, he stood up, turned her chair toward him, and pulled her into a tight hug. Her hands immediately sneaked around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, his head in the crook of her neck, everything the same as always. Her scent rose to his nose and made him dream about their time together. The time when she clung to him, when she lay on the bed and he tickled her. The time when they were happy, enjoying every second of life.

It's going to be all good, okay?

I don't know. What if everything goes wrong again? I can't do this a second time.

His hands were on her cheeks by now, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. He was still standing in front of the chair she was sitting on. Her hands were slightly trembling.

It's going to work.

What if-

He didn't want to hear it. The only way he could think of to silence her and comforting her was to press his lips on hers. Their bodies like magnets, came closer and closer, finding each other, triggering a tingling inside them. It was almost like magic that they still harmonized so well, knew each other's every move. Only when they both could hardly breathe they pulled apart a little. Their breathing was heavy, their lips were swollen.

It will work, because I still love you.

With a fingertip, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, causing her to close her eyes for a brief moment.

My feelings haven't changed either, no matter what I've done. It was always you for me.

At that moment, they heard a soft whimper from the living room. Bradley picked up his cell phone and saw that the baby had her eyes open. With their hands interwined, they walked together to the crib, from which he lifted the baby out.

Hey little girl.

He looked at the little creature, still wearing the teddy romper. It was the cutest little outfit he ever saw, worn by an even cuter baby.

God Stef, she's perfect.

The words were honest and in awe of what he held in his hands, made her shiver a little.

It is still so unbelievable that she is already 4 months old. Time goes by so fast. She was so tiny, she's still, but she was even smaller.

4 months?