Dark Lover ♡-- Bradley Bradshaw 'Rooster' x Dark Romance

Heater

--- Rooster's Point of View ---

I woke up shivering – at first I thought it was because I had a nightmare about Hangman – but I realized really quickly that wasn't the only reason, the house was so fucking cold, we were under a heavy blanket and we were cuddling so in our little area we were warm, but overall the house was freezing.

I sat up slowly and breathed, seeing my breath in front of me.

"Rooster..." Chase sleepy voice startled me a little bit, she sat up and looked around the room, I saw her move under the covers.

"Okay, so the heating doesn't work well... let me take look at it."

I got out of bed and quickly got dressed, I looked over and saw her starting to get out of the bed.

"Easy, you are not going anywhere."

"I can help."

I fixed her with a serious look, she pointed but I didn't move, she knew better, with a soft audible and annoyed sigh she leaned back against the pillow, and I saw her curl up.

"Keep yourself and the baby warm, I'll be right back."

The first thing I did was check the heater, after playing around I realized that it was clearly broken, I realized we would have to get it fixed. The odd thing was it looked like some wires in it had been deliberately cut, but that was impossible, I would have to just find a better one, this one was quit old.

I already saw there were some things that we would have to upgrade.

I walked over to the stove and grabbed the lighter, relit it and added some more wood, I looked at the time, it was early, 4:30 am.

I let out a sigh and walked back upstairs to the bedroom. I smiled when I saw her laying there and she raised her head a little.

"Were you able to get it working?"

"No, sorry, I have a feeling that we are going to have to get a new one, get dressed in that cute little flannel pajamas that I saw and come down stars, we can stay near the stove.

She nodded.

I watched happily as she got up and, wearing just her underwear, I admired her tiny bump, I swear it was growing bigger each day, or maybe that was just hopeful thinking on my part, her beautiful pregnant body was doing it for me.

She looked over her shoulder at me and blushed shyly as she put on her clothes.

I saw her put on some fuzzy slippers and walk over to me, I smiled and grabbed a blanket from the closet, and we walked down stairs.

She sat down on the couch, and you could already feel the heat radiating off of the stove she curled up and closed her eyes.

I sat down next to her and moved her so her head was in my lap, she let out a happy sigh. I ran my fingers through his hair, I felt her start to breathe more slowly, and when her breathing subsidence into a steady rhythm I realized that she had fallen asleep.

I let out a sigh, how at the wires to the heater gotten cut like that? Something didn't seem right, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.