burn || bws

epilogue

|5 years later|
bradley's point of view

"No, sorry I'm married." I hear Adore tell the person who just tried to flirt with her in the vegetable isle.

I was just walking into the same isle as her, the bright pink scissors she wanted in my hand. Her back was turned to me so she had no idea I was behind her and a smile graced my face at her being completely loyal to me. We had only been married a couple months, the whole thing completely scaring Adore and once again she tried to push me away, I wasn't leaving her and she broke down over that too; in a good way of course.

The man murmurs a quick sorry to her, putting his head down and walking away with his bag of carrots. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, gently kissing her cheek. She already knew it was me, it was impossible to scare or surprise her.

"You could have done that sooner, I got second hand embarrassment." She says as I let go and place the scissors in the trolley to which she smiles. I was on ages looking for the exact ones, she wouldn't even take the ones that was a slightly lighter pink.

"I wanted to see how you would handle it." I smile at her and she smiles even wider back and my heart still stops at that breath taking sight.

"I knew you were behind me otherwise I would have asked him to shove them carrot sticks-" I cover her mouth with my hand to which she of course licks it, considering I've had her saliva mixed with my own it doesn't bother me.

"Please do not finish that sentence. God, I have no clue how I have put up with you for six years."

She just laughs, that beautiful laugh that I fell in love with all them years ago. It was insane to think how easily and quickly I fell in love with her, ever since I saw her outside that club I knew I wanted her to be mine; even if she looked like she could kill me in a blink of an eye. I was instantly drawn in by her, everything she did was perfect even if she classed it as a flaw.

We had been through a lot together, the bad and the good and I wouldn't trade any of them moments away. I love her an unreal amount and to this day the feelings still grow stronger even if I think they are the strongest they could ever get. Everything she did still mesmerised me, even after six years of loving her and memorising every little thing she does. Every furrow of the eyebrows, bite of the lip and playing with her hair unconsciously still made me fall in love, deeper and deeper and I was never getting out.

My marriage proposal wasn't exactly the best, we were afraid we were going to lose each other so I just pulled out the ring and proposed. I had this whole special evening planned but instead she was laying in a hospital bed after a manic episode and I was balling my eyes out asking her to marry me, she asked me to repeat it a couple times not really understanding my stuttering.

Considering our relationship didn't really start in the most romantic place, on a bathroom floor with vomit surrounding us, I think it described us perfectly.

"Oh my god, Bradley?" Adore stops in her tracks, just outside the toiletry isle.

"You want matching stationary to go with the scissors don't you." I sigh, being able to read her like the back of my hand.

"Please." She smiles and I chuckle and nod, kissing her temple and heading back to the stationary. "Love you!" She calls behind me, her laughter also heard then just as I look behind me I see her talking with a little girl who was crying.

The sight made me smile, she was bent down asking the girl what was wrong and wiping away her tears. I couldn't hear what she was saying but when Adore picked her up and ran around with one hand on the trolley and the other tightly holding the girl I already knew she was helping her find her mum.

She loves kids and I know she wants one of her own, we were trying for a while - we still are -but it was always bad news. When we went to the doctors he said it would be very unlikely for Adore to be able to have children, that killed her. I said we could adopt or get a surrogate and I think she is warming to the idea but she wanted to have her own, she wanted to go through pregnancy and know the child is a part of both of us.

It hurt me too but I just needed to be there for her, I wanted a family with her but most of all I just wanted her and everything she came with.

I grab all the matching stationary to the scissors, hoping it was the right type of pink and head off to find her again to see her without the little girl and in the toiletry section, bent down and looking at something closely.

"Adore?" I say, coming closer and dropping the items in the trolley.

"Did you see that little girl? She was so adorable, sort of wanted to steal her but her mam would miss her and I don't want her to not have a child." A tear falls from her eye as she stands up and I look down to see that she was looking at pregnancy tests.

I pull her into me, her head nuzzling into the crook of my neck as I wrap my arms tightly around her. She hugs me for a couple of seconds before pulling away and grabbing a pregnancy test and putting it in with our own shopping. I don't say anything; we have a million pregnancy tests stashed away somewhere just waiting for one to come out with two lines.

It's her dream to be a mum and it's mine to be the father of her baby.

We continue with our shop and then go to the checkout and head home, I know Adore was itching to take the test. She had it held tightly in her hands on the drive back to our home and had her eyes closed whilst looking up at the sky. I was also praying, it was unlikely but it wasn't ruled out completely and we were both holding onto that slim chance she could be pregnant.

We reach our house and just as I pulled into our driveway she jumped out of the car which was still moving and quickly unlocked the door, leaving it wide open as she ran to the bathroom.

I sigh as I remove the keys from the ignition and get out the car, making trips to carry the shopping into the kitchen and begin to put everything away to try and take my mind off of the possibilities that this could be another failed attempt.

She sits and waits for it to show the results, she just stares at it for five minutes. It's what she does every single time.

We had been trying for months on end, obviously I wasn't complaining but seeing her when it comes out negative kills me. She completely breaks down and I hate seeing her like that, it reminds me of when she had those episodes where all she felt was pain.

I carry the bag of stationary to our office, everything else being put away and I couldn't even open the office door before she runs out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face as she jumps up and I catch her.

"I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!" She exclaims and my mouth opens in surprise then is replaced by a face splitting smile as I hug her tightly as she continues to chant that she is in fact carrying our baby. "We need to go to the doctor. It could be a false alarm. Oh my god what if it's a false alarm?"

"We'll go now, pretty girl, come on."

So of we went, our hands intertwined tightly as we both hoped that the test was right. We got in straight away and got the perfect news that she was in fact pregnant.

We both broke down into tears and just held each other in the doctor's office.

At twenty-six I had no idea I would have such an amazing life and how it could even get remotely better. I had really won at this game called life.

And here was to the rest of it with the girl I adore.