The Next Grier ✓

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Brooklyn's POV

I wake up with beads of sweat on my forehead.

What? Why?

I look to my left and see a body there.

Shawn?

I look to my right and see the time.

3:00am

Why am I up this early?

I then get a funny feeling in my stomach and soon realize I'm going to throw up.

I try to get out of bed quickly, but not to much noise its going to wake Shawn.

I open the door and throw whatever needs to come up and soon feel warm, big hands on my shoulders.

"Its okay b, its okay" he says and crouches down to my side.

He continues to rub my back while I sit there waiting if there is anything left.

I look over and see he has bags under his eyes.

Why does he have bags? Has he been sleeping?

I finally feel okay, and Shawn helps me up.

I walk over to the sink to brush my teeth and Shawn comes and wraps his arms around me.

I spit the tooth paste out and speak,

"Shawn why do you have bags under your eyes?"
"Just tired, I have been anxious lately and don't know why" he says honestly.

I turn around and hug him,

"I'm going to call the doctor since they are open 24/7 and see why I have been throwing up lately"

He nods and I walk him to our bed and he immediately goes into deep sleep.

I kiss his forehead and go and grab my phone and slippers, and make my way downstairs.

I turn on the kitchen light, and dial my doctors number.

While it rings, I hear a door creak open and hear footsteps.

I turn around and see Hunter come towards me.

"Why are you up so late?" He says while running his eyes.

I put up my index finger signaling to be quite for a second because my doctor picked up.

"Hello Brooklyn how are you?"
"Well, lately around 3 am, I have having a feeling in my stomach and then having to throw up. Do you know why?" I ask.
"Well, you may have early morning sickness, which normally you get in the beginning of your pregnancy. But some women get it later. If it happens for more then two weeks call me back" she explains.
"Alright thanks you"

I hang up and then turn towards hunter and he nods his head.

"You alright" he asks.
"Yeah, jus tired so let's get back to bed" I say a and he follows behind me.

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Shawns pov

I pretend to fall into deep slumber while Brooklyn exits the room.

To tell the truth, like I said to her, I have been feeling anxious a lot lately.

I have a feeling in my gut that something is going to happen to me, b, or the baby. And I don't want that. I don't. I don't think we could deal with that.

I sit up in bed, and soon hear footsteps down the stairs. I get up and look out our room door and see Hunter go check on Brooklyn.

I sit back down and pull my hand through my messy hair with a huge gush of wind escape my lips.

I need sleep, but I'm so worried.

I really do need sleep to tell the truth, so I get into the covers and lay down.

I hear rustling and sense Brooklyn in the room.

She comes on the bed and gets under the covers. She then reaches over and snuggles into my chest.

She then whispers, "you need sleep Shawn, please"

I then hear soft snores escape her mouth, and I listen, just listen.

10
20
35

Gosh, why can't I sleep.

I get up slowly and pace the room.

I don't get it.

I walk downstairs quietly, and grab my guitar and walk onto the porch.

I sit down and look at the view.

It's starting to get to morning, but not quite there yet.

I pull my guitar up to my chest and start to strum.

I then start to sing;

I know I can treat you better, than he can
And any girl like you, deserves a gentlemen

Tell me why are we wasting time, in your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead

I know I can treat you better, better than he can

I sing softly.

I decide I should try to sleep again and look at the clock and realize it's 4:00am.

Might as well get at least 4 hours.

I walk upstairs softly and enter my room.

I look at the beautiful girl called my wife, sleep peacefully.

I climb back in and hear a whisper;

"You really need to not leave me, I love you" she says and climbs onto my chest.

I start to feel darkness come over me and I see black.

Nash's pov

I wake to a start.

When my hearing and sight takes part, I hear crying from Blakes room.

I get up from my warm bed and walk over.

I open the door and walk over to him.

"What wrong bud?" I ask him as I pick him up.

Then I remember I need to feed him.

I walk downstairs into the kitchen with him in my arms trying to calm him down.

I put him in the portable crib, and go and start to make him so milk.

After, feeling if it is warm but not to hot, I go over and pick my son up.

I cradle him in my arms and start to feed him.

After a bit, I see him close his tiny eyes and I know it's time to go put him back to bed.

I put him back in the probable crib and wash out the bottle.

I carefully pick him up and start to head back upstairs.

I feel a couple yawns come over me while I gently place him in his crib.

I walk back to my room and sit back down in my bed and pounder,

What is it going to be like when Brooklyn and Shawn have their baby?

I realize I'm at the point I'm tired but can't fall asleep.

I lay there staring at the ceiling and soon feel darkness come apon me.

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Sorry it's kinda bad.
It's a filler what can I say.

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-bri