OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Nobody's gonna know

An short, old draft ... But somehow a cute one so I thought why not gonna post it 😆
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Her blonde hair fell in big curls around her discreetly made-up face. She carefully applied a little lip gloss and checked her make-up in the mirror again.

I'm done, are you? Wow!

Bradley was actually just about to do up his shirt sleeves, but he was caught off guard by the sight of her.

You look stunning!

Yes?

She stroked her hands over the red wool dress she had chosen, a little unsure.

Yes, you're breathtaking!

His hands found their place on her hips and he began to plant kisses on her neck.

Don't, B!

She started giggling and tried to get his face off her neck.

I just got my hair done!

Oh sorry!

Instead, he held out her coat for her to slip into.

Ready for a delicious Christmas dinner?

I'm starving!

They both put their shoes on before heading outside. However, Bradley had forgotten his car keys, so Stefani went back into the living room and passed the large mirror hanging on the wall. Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention, which made her stand rooted to the spot.

Bradley? B!

He was already outside, but when he heard her call he came back and stuck his head in the door.

What's going on? The keys should be on the dining table.

That's not it.

Then what is it?

The concern in her voice worried him, so he went back in to see what her problem was. She was standing in front of the mirror, looking at her sideways reflection.

What is wrong?

Her eyes found his and with a certain desperation she looked at him.

Look at that.

She turned sideways to him and stroked her dress.

People will see it.

Wordlessly, he walked up to her and stroked his hand over her stomach.

You can only see it a tiny bit, no one will notice, Stef.

He smiled cutely at her, his other hand finding hers.

Are you sure?

If you feel uncomfortable, then put on another dress?

It's not the dress, I'm just afraid something will show.

They won't notice, I'm sure of it.

She nodded and smiled at him.

Okay.

Encouragingly, he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand and gave her a little kiss.

Are you really feeling well? You can have my shirt if you want. It's a bit bigger.

You're cute, thank you! But I think our parents will notice something if I show up at the restaurant in your shirt.

Well, you're right, there's something to it. What if you wear the black one from the other day? The one I like so much?