Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

You Damn Cutie

I feel my eyes grow heavy as I try to open them slightly. I feel the back of my head hurt and it carries a bump with it. I pick my head up from the green pillow and I open my eyes to find Brad next to me on the bed, watching me, possibly watching me sleep.

"Hey," he says with a stressed voice.

"Hey," I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Brad turns his back to me and reaches on the floor of the bed next to him and pulls out a red gift bag with red gift paper in it.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Happy Mother's Day," he says.

"I'm not even a mother yet?" I confusingly say.

"Technically you are. Open it."

I grab the gift bag from Brad and remove the red paper and pull out a large, tan colored candle.

"It's a sugar cookie candle," Brad says.

"Thank you," I smile and kiss him.

"There's more though," Brad persists.

I pull out an elongated black jewelry box. I open the case and am astounded by the sight of a large diamond that's fitted into a silver casing. I take the diamond necklace out and hold it into the air to examine it more.

"It's beautiful, Brad!" I exclaim and kiss him.

"There's one more thing," Brad says.

I look into the bag and pull out a medium sized white bottle.

"H2-Ocean?" I ask in confusion.

"Yeah. I'll let you put that on me for a couple days or weeks, or so," Brad says.

He takes off his shirt and turns his back to me and I see cursive writing on his left and right shoulder blade.

"Oh my god, did that hurt?" I panic.

"A little, I got it this morning when you were sleeping. It stung, but it's not as worse as the pain of losing you. Read it," he says.

I lean forward and closely examine the art.

Forever might seem like a long time, hell, it is. But in my eyes, I only see you and I. So take my hand, I'll hold your heart, and together we will never be apart.

I smile and look at the other.

She needs a wild heart...

I turn Brad around and I kiss him.

"You're so adorable," I say.

"Eh, well, you know, guys with accents do the trick," Brad says with a smirk and I kiss him.

"You seem so confident don't you?" I smile and stare at his lips.

"Always."

I kiss him again and I tell him my concern of the baby.

"Well I think you probably landed on that elevator pretty hard, so I wouldn't blame you. There's a small hospital down the road to check on the baby, if you want," Brad says.

"Can we go please?" I ask.

"Sure." Brad and I get up out of the bed and Brad puts his shirt back on, leading me out of the room.

We walk down to the lobby by taking the stairs this time, and we make it into the car. We drive down the dirt trail road, and the rays of sunlight shine through the needle like leaves of pine tree's. I stare out the window to observe more of the beautiful scenery, and I see nothing but pine cones, and dead needle leaves.