The Rooster and The Wolf | Bradley 'ROOSTER' Bradshaw

EPILOGUE

Baby Bradshaw

You looked down at the test in your hands. 

You'd been feeling a little off lately, something wasn't quite right, but you couldn't put your finger on it. 

Both Bradley and Maverick were running themselves rampant trying to figure out the problem. You'd been married for a little over six months, and it had been completely, utterly, perfect. 

But you throwing up after the training session the day before all but confirmed your suspicions.

Positive.

There was no doubt about it now, you were pregnant. 

Your hands shook a little; its not like you and Bradley were hoping to avoid this, but it wasn't exactly planned either. Sure, you'd talked about kids, but it was always under the tone that it'd be way in the future.

"Mitchell?" Rooster's voice came from outside the door, "Baby? You okay in there?"

You didn't answer, still feeling the shock of it all. "(Y/N) if you don't answer I'm coming in."

"Uh-h, c-come in, Brads." You spoke softly.

He opened the door instantly, rushing in with worry all over his face. 

He hadn't even noticed the stick in your hand, his loving instinct making him check you over thoroughly. Instead of saying anything, you just held it up, eyes boring into his. 

He plucked it from your hands, examining it.

"Say something, Bradshaw." You whispered.

"You're pregnant?" he said, looking up at you. 

You nodded, a scared look on your face.

Bradley was silent once more, and it only worsened the anxiety you were feeling, until he jumped up, almost knocking you into the bath, where you were leaning. 

"I'm gonna be a dad!"

You breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile to match his broke out on your mouth. 

He placed the test down, lifting you to your feet and placing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I'm going to be a dad." He whispered again, wrapping his arms around you.

"We're gonna have a baby." You whispered back, happy tears trailing down your face.

There had been a reason your sickness had come on so suddenly, which became very apparent after you went to the doctor, and they told you that you were already at least twelve weeks. 

It seemed you had been so focused on work, that you hadn't even noticed three missed periods. You laughed at yourself for being so oblivious, and the two of you went straight to planning how to tell your father, Penny, and the rest of the squad.

Opting for a more intimate moment to tell Maverick he was going to be a grandpa, you decided to invite him and Penny over for dinner. 

You cooked a wonderful three-course meal, and for dessert, you had baked a cake special for the occasion. 

A white cake with pink and blue frosting was placed in front of Maverick by Rooster, who was confused.

"'Congrats, Grandpa!'?" Maverick read from the cake, "W-what?"

You leant forward a little, with the support of your husband, and placed one more item in front of the older couple, "Congrats Grandma, too." You said with a smile.