FanFic about Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. (Bradley Bradshaw x OC Mitchell)
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Bradley and Emma grew up as best friends, since they were the children of Nick "Goose" Bradshaw and Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
They went through elementary, middle, and...
I wake up and thankfully feel better. I would say Bradley taking care of me last night had a lot to do with it. I know it's getting close to my due date but Im really praying I don't end up going into labor on Christmas or New Years. "Good morning, sweetheart." Bradley says in his raspy morning voice. "Good morning, handsome." I respond scooting forward, closer to him. "How'd you sleep?" he asks, putting his hand on my waist. "Like I'm 8 months pregnant and as big as a whale." I say sighing. He laughs. "You're not as big as a whale, Emma Skye." He says, moving my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, yeah" I roll my eyes. I bury my face in his shirtless chest.
"Do you wanna go get ready and meet everyone for breakfast?" He asks me. "As long as I can get milkshakes." I say into his chest. He laughs a little. "Of course you can get milkshakes. We're going to the diner. Is that okay?" "Yeah. Fine." "Go get ready then." He says, smacking my butt. "Hey!" I yell as he jumps out of the best and runs into the bathroom. "That's not fair! I'm preggo!" I yell to him. "Not my fault!" He yells back. "It absolutely is."
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We're finally ready and decide to take my Jeep. I hope the car seat will fit in our seats. I guess we'll worry about that when the time comes. It's still in the 60s in California so we wear:
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(Mavericks POV)
Penny, Amelia, and I were the first ones at the diner. Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman came in right after us. I figured Emma and Bradley would be last because she is about to have a baby and it might take a little longer to get things moving. I get a table for 8 and they sit us down pretty quickly. A girl that I would say is a little younger than Emma comes over to our table. "Merry Christmas, you all! Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell?" She says with her face light up. I look at Penny with a confused look. "Yeah. I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask her. "No, no. I'm a big fan. I just see your pictures on our wall." I laugh. "I actually met your daughter too, a few months back."
