Brantley Gilbert is 30 years old and the new history teacher at Milford High School. He's not like the other teachers there? No, he drives a motorcycle to school. He has a lot of tattoo's. He's the bad ass man around school.
Holly James is 18 and a...
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Brantley, Holly, Tuesday- The Black Lab and Sylo- The Pit Bull
Holly's Pov
Brantley, the dogs and I are on the way to Crossville, Alabama to see the new house Brantley had built for all of us. What should have been a 3 hour and 45 minutes to get to the house, has turned into 4 hours an we still have 34 more miles to too? Poor Tuesday got sick, so we had to stop for 20 minutes so she can get over being car sick. Poor think, maybe we should have kept her at home, but I want her to get used to having a new home.
Brantley has not talked that much ever since we left for the doctors' office. I think he's still in shocked and still on cloud 9 from we heard about the baby. As long as the baby is safe and healthy I don't care. That's all I want for any of my children.
We called mom and told her what what we are having and she is happy for us. Becky was tickled pink about hearing the news. When we told Jake and Colin, poor Colin fainted. I know I would have too, but I was sitting down, so I was okay. Not Brantley, who was standing, up when the doctor told us the news, I would have thought he would have passed out, but he did get sick. Poor man.
I would look over at Brantley, and all he was doing is looking straight. Poor man. But you know what they say 'It takes two to dance', well same with making a baby. I looked in the back seat and Sylo and Tuesday was both sleeping. I looked over at Brantley, who smiled at me. I gave him a smile as well. I wish he will talk to me. Scream, yell out loud, hit the seat, just do something? But no all Brantley has done is looked straight at the road.
We was listening to some Shania Twain on the way over to Alabama. I remember Brantley telling me that listening to a woman sing helps him, so I love her songs so I'm okay with this. Plus I'm a big, big, big fan of hers.
Shania Twain's 'From This Moment On' was playing and I've always had this dream about my first wedding dance with my husband while this song was playing. I know what you might be thinking, 'Your only 18 years old, you don't know what you want in life?' But I'm living my dream now. I'm just going backwards, but on well. I know what I want in my wedding? What kind of flowers, what songs that will be playing? My colors, my everything down to the littles things. I have it all down to a T.
I moved over to Brantley, and I put my head on his shoulder. Brantley wrapped his arm around me. I looked up at him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I love his beard that he is growing out. I find it sexy on him.
" Babe are you okay?" Brantley asked me. I looked up at him.
" Yeah. I just want to be next to you?" I said to him. Brantley kissed my head and looked back at the road.
" We only have about another 20 more minutes before we get to the new house?" Brantley told me.
" Tell me about the house?" I asked him. I can see Brantley smirking at me.
