Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT FOUR - PART FIFTEEN

Here we go again, I hope you enjoy. Cheers!

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"Rise and shine, kids. We have a wedding to plan!" A loud voice boomed, before the entrance door collided with the wall behind, causing some of the things in the wardrobe to fall to the floor, but Maverick's inconsiderate handling of things that didn't belong to him wasn't on Grace's nor Bradley's mind in that moment, because after the initial shock, which had left Grace move out of panic, causing her to roll off the bed and land in a heap on the floor, while groaning loudly, they realised they were both naked in bed, or rather one in bed and one on the floor and their dad was visiting them.

"Are you hurt?" Bradley asked.

"No, it's just my hip. I'm fine." She replied in a whisper.

Thank God for Bradley's quick thinking, he threw the blanket down onto the ground, which Grace was already gripping to cover her body, while Bradley reached for the sweatshirt, that hung on the bedpost to cover his lap.

"It's 1100, why on earth aren't you up?" Maverick wondered as he entered the living room and stood behind the couch, looking over it, expecting to find Grace there, because the couch had become her bed as long as upstairs wasn't completely renovated yet, but he found no one, which had him glance over to the bed, where Bradley was sitting with wide eyes, just a sweatshirt covering his most private parts.

"Morning." Bradley greeted, which caused Maverick to title his head to the side.

"Morning." He echoed. "The door was unlocked. I thought you were both up ... and decent." Mav pointed out, unsure what he had just walked in on.

"Since when are we ever." Grace muttered, which now pulled Maverick's attention from Bradley, who just looked like a deer caught in the headlights, to the heap on the floor, which Mav had thought only to be a blanket, not expecting his daughter to be wrapped up in it all.

"Oh." Maverick said, watching as Grace brushed her hair behind her hair, causing it to slip behind her shoulder and give him a free view of all the hickeys and love bites Bradley had left on her neck, shoulder and around her collar bone last night.

"Oh!" Maverick repeated, now realisation dawning on him, which had him turn around so quickly, he nearly stumbled over the side table with the lamp on it.

Well shit, Maverick caught them, but at least he didn't see any more than was strictly necessary.

"You two are good then? Back on course, going for an early honeymoon." Upon hearing that all three of them grimaced. Maverick for saying it out loud and the two younger aviators for having to hear it.

"I'm not doing that." Grace grumbled as she got up from the bed, the blanket wrapped around her body, while she pulled some clothes from the wardrobe, before rounding the bed on her way to lock herself into the bathroom, until she won't have to grimace in embarrassment when she ha to look her dad into the face. Grace pressed a kiss to Bradley's lips, before glancing over to Maverick, who had still his back turned to them.

"You handle this." She told him, before fleeing to the bathroom and locking herself in, only for moments later to start a shower, which told both men that it would take a bit longer.

"Would you mind getting the coffee machine started while I get dressed? I feel like we all need some strong coffee now." Bradley muttered the last part, which had Maverick nod, before he went off to the kitchen to start the coffee machine.

Exhaling lengthy Bradley got dressed. A pair of black sweats and a grey sweat jacket in his hand, which he pulled on, once he had reached the kitchen. He didn't bother closing it in that moment, far to concentrated on holding balance without a crutch.