you're cute ➳ brent rivera + brad simpson

CHAPTER 35

I looked at Brent's cute smiling face as mine dropped. I had to tell him the news, it would be hard but I had to. I looked up into his big brown eyes, "Brent" I said. He could tell by my voice that I was sad and his facial expression immediately changed.

"Tallulah, what is it?" Brent demanded.

"Well, the twins-" I began. I couldn't do it. I broke down and started bawling just as the nurse came in. Brent shuffled towards me and hugged me. The nurse left as Brent signalled her to. I cried until my eyes were red and swilled. My throat was all scratched up and Brent loosened his grip before we slowly pulled away.

"Brent, we aren't having twins" I forced myself not to cry again as I watched his face. Slowly, he started nodding, still absorbing the information I just told him.

"What about what Doctor Hudson said. There are two heads remember so twins?" Brent asked.

"Yes there are two heads-" I looked down and twiddled my thumbs, "But not both of them are alive."

Brent swung his legs off the bed and buried his head in his hands.

"I am going to kill whoever that fucking driver was." Brent threatened and tears brimmed my eyes again.

"Brent please just calm down." I begged as I wiped my cheeks.

"How can you be so calm Tallulah? We've lost one of our kids." He shouted and I shrunk into the chair.

"Brent please." I whispered. He looked at me and raked his fingers through his hair whilst rubbing his forehead.

"Tallulah how? Just tell me how you can be so calm?" He asked and I closed my eyes. My breathing became irregular and my sniffles occurred more often.

"Brent I am dying inside. There is a dead child inside of me right now that could've been alive. That child could've cured cancer for all we know." I answered, still closing my eyes. I felt Brent's fingers on my cheek as he wiped my tears but they continued falling.

"I'm sorry Tallulah." Brent apologised and I breathed out.

"And I'm sorry too but first, can I ask what we're meant to be sorry for." I smiled as I wiped my last few tears. Brent chuckled and kissed me.

It was sweet and passionate and I could tell Brent was longing for my touch and I, his. Brent's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards his body. I sat back onto his bed before hugging his neck. Our lips moved in sync and our tongues exploring each other's mouths. My right hand travelled through Brent's short, messy hair whilst my left stayed on the back of his neck. Brent moaned and I smirked. He pulled away and rested his face in the crook of my neck. I felt wet lips on my skin and I bit my own.

"I guess...I'm sorry...for...I mean about...the desperation...of being a father." Brent admitted between kisses.

"Brent, whether we have a kid at the age of 5 months or 8, I'm sure you'd be a great dad." I kissed his forehead and Brent sat back up.

"I love you and thank you for sticking up for me. Come here." Brent kissed me again and I fell on top of him. We both laughed and I realised how much I really did love Brent and how much he loved me.

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