Brooklyn Beckham imagine's

He hits you

Y/n POV
Brooklyn had been acting differently lately and I'm kind of worried, he hasn't been home in 2 days and I see him every now and then on the streets with people I don't know, we have a 9week old son who he is meant to help me look after.
Week later
Brooklyn finally is home but all he is doing is sleeping or on the computer.
"Babe? Why haven't you been home for over a week?" I questioned walking I to our bedroom
"I've just been out, I'm going out in a minute."
"Where age you going?"
"I'm going out"
"But where?"
"I SAID IM GOING OUT, GET THAT I YOUR STUPID HEAD"
"Brooklyn you have a 9 week old son who needs a father, you wouldn't like it if your father abounded you would you?" I said getting quieter releasing what I said 
"Are you saying I'm a bad farther." He shouted
"Erm..." before I could finish a hard hand had met my face
Brooklyn's pov
Oh my god I just hit y/n
"I'm sorry babe." I said honestly moving closer
She turned her back and started sobbing.
"Please baby, I've been a bad father and a bad boyfriend." I said wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Just please stay at home with me and help me look after him."
"Okay I will babe, I promise."
She turned her face and I cupped my hands in her face and kissed her
"And do you want to know I what I've been doing?"
"Yes, i guess." She said worried
I got down on one knee
"For these past few weeks I've been planning this, y/n your the light to my world, you make me smile when I'm down and I want to be with you for the sleet of my life, will you do the honour of being the posh to my becks?"
"Yes!"
A/n
This was one of my first imagines I wrote and I wanted to add to it and improve it but idk if it's better