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Brad imagines for all of you ❤
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"Brad!" I giggle trying to push him off from on top of me. It was ten in the morning and we were still in bed.
"But you're so warm, you had most of the blanket last night which kept my out in the cold." Brad whispers. Moving closer to me.
Our legs tangled together under the blanket. Brad's arms snaked around my waist resting his cheek on my shoulder.
"I love you." Brad whispers kissing my shoulder. I smiled and rolled over to face him.
"And I love you." I reply back moving closer to Brad.
"And I love you both." Tristan laughs standing in the door way.
"Go away." Brad groans throwing a pillow at Tristan. Tristan laughs and dodges the pillow leaving us alone.
I quickly covered my nose and sneezed.
"Bless you." Brad says to me.
"Thanks, I better not be getting sick." I reply back rubbing my nose.
*Next morning*
"Brad!" I groan pulling the covers over my head coughing.
"I hate being sick." I cry out under the covers.
"I'll look after you, okay?" Brad sits next to me pulling the covers away from my head.
He rested the back of his hand on my forehead feeling that I was burning up. "I'll be right back." Brad leans down kissing the top of my head. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers tight around me.
Brad later came back with some medication and water.
"(Y/N), take this." Brad leaves everything he brought in on the side table sitting back down on the bed. I sit up taking the medication he brought in and taking a sip of the water. "
I'll let you rest." Brad kisses my forehead then standing up from the bed.
"Can you please stay?" I whisper with my eyes half opened quickly taking his hand in mine.
"Okay." Brad smiles walking over to the other side of the bed moving under the covers behind me.
"Wait, you're going to get sick though." I say falling into a couching fit.
"Shush, don't worry about it, you need some rest." Brad whispers brushing my hair out of my face.
*Three days later*
"I'm so, so sorry." I giggle sitting on the end of mine and Brad's bed.
"It's your fault." Brad says giving me evils. Brad covers his mouth going into the same coughing fit that I had been going through the last few days.
"I told you that you were going to get sick, do you want anything?" I ask standing up walking backwards slowly to the door.
"Cuddles?" Brad pouts holding his hands out.
"No way, I'm not getting sick again." I laugh walking out the door.
"I hate you." Brad groans.
"You can get cuddles when you're not sick, love you!" I yell out.
