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Brad imagines for all of you ❤
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When Brad's mad at you, he'd be childish and stubborn which is kind of cute. He'll ignore you, give you short replies, would avoid eye contact to you, and he'd distance himself to not make it huge of a big deal. However, it was really bugging you off and at times, you'd try things like making him talk to you or you'll probably had to get his attention on you just to ease off his little madness of his. Nonetheless, you can be sweet although he's being all peachy but yet, you love him as always.
Tonight was nothing different. Him coming home from a long day from the studio after you came home from work. You always get him early before him, unless he had to be home early for some reasons. But I feel it this time, was quite different and something's wrong. As he opened the front door, entering and undressing his coat to hang it on the side as he kicks his shoes.
"I'm home." He said bluntly, flopping down to the couch sighing as he flips the TV open, flickering through the channels.
"Just in time! I was about to make us dinner, what you want baby?" I called from the kitchen and walking towards him actually as I was about to kiss him. Basically, he backed away on the side making me kiss his cheek as I frown.
"You okay?" I asked, resting a hand on his knee. He just shrugs, I sighed and took a seat beside him as I hug him. He slowly gets out from your grip and removed your arms away from him. Ouch.
"What's wrong? Had a bad day, babe?" I cooed, trying to be sweet as I could. This could lead us to an argument so I'll be chill. I don't want that, neither does he? He didn't say anything, instead he yawns. Awe, is my baby sleepy? A sigh escaped my lips again as I've had enough.
"Lazy pasta dish for dinner. Sounds great, yeah?" I chirped in with a smile, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, whatever." He replied and with that, he stood up and went upstairs leaving me. That hurt.
I shooked my head and got me confused myself. Did I do something wrong? I shrugged it off and made his dinner anyway, i wasn't really hungry anymore so. As I finished, I went upstairs and opened our shared bedroom door revealing him all chilled out on the bed. I smiled up at him ad he looks up at me for a moment then pointed the table beside him with his finger for me to put his dinner down there.
"Thanks." He mutters and continues flickimg through the channels. I nodded and left the room. Time check, 10:17pm. I went to the other spare room and grabbed me some blankets and a pillow. I don't want to disturb him and I've decided to give him space. I'm sleeping in the couch, cushions are fine right?
I turned the television off that he left earlier and sits on the soft sofa. A tear soon escaped my eye as I wiped it quickly with a soft laugh leaving my mouth. Of course I know he's mad at me, it was obvious. I'm just confused and hurt. I tried to think the flash backs from what happened today, we're all right yestr so its something about this day. Nothing so far. I just shakes it off and thought that it was so silly of me to cry over at nothing or in such. I reminded myself that he won't be mad at me for long and that he'll forget it in the morning, I hope. He still loves me and I do.
I suddenly felt my eyes getting heavier as I closed them, slowly falling asleep.
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I felt a slight tap on my stomach as the person shakes me lightly, shooking me awake. I hummed in my sleepy voice and looked up at him was Brad who's waking me up.
"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" He asks, resting his left hand on my bare back.
"Are you still mad at me?" Was all I replied as I rubbed my tired eyes.
"What.. No, not anymore. I'm sorry though." He weakly smiles.
"Its okay. But why are you mad at me?" I asked with my full curiosity.
"I.. I had a fight with my Dad and work has been rough this week and well, I needed you. You ignore my calls. But I should've put it out on you and sorry for being so stupid." He explains.
"Yeah, we can talk it out you know. Plus my phone's dead and I'm really busy. I'm sorry too, love." I apologized.
"There's nothing to be sorry with, I should be the one to." He grins and pulled me in his embrace.
"I love you, Brad." I smiled up to him and placed my head to his neck.
"I love you too, princess. Come back to bed?" He beams.
"Why not? I'm always up for cuddles!" I giggled as he laughs along. And with that, the both of us made up already and went to bed. We're not that tired though, instead, we talked about our bad days and laugh through the stupid things we should've done.
"I'm glad you didn't get mad at me as well." He says.
