Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

THIRTY TWO

~*Becky's POV*~

We've just landed in Glasgow and big surprise, it's raining...

The boys are playing Glasgow's big weekend today and Sammy and I are mega excited. We've always wanted to come but the tickets have always been so expensive and we've never really had a way to get up here.

Anyway, it's about to start and Joe has managed to get Sammy and I to the front!

Bastille are half way through their set when the stage crew lift us over the barrier and Sammy and I are already raving along.

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The boys' set has just finished and they were amazing! As always.

They joined us at the front straight after they'd finished.

Brad comes up to the barrier, followed by the others. I smile at him and kiss him.

" You were amazing!" I praise them as they jump over the barrier, one after the other.

" Thanks, gorgeous." Brad wraps me in his arms and holds me close.

" But you're sweaty and you smell. Get off me." I joke, pushing Brad away.

He chuckles and turns to the stage, taking my hand in his and awaiting the next set.

~*Brad's POV*~

" That was amazing." Becky yawns in my ear as I piggy back her across the train station car park.

" It was, wasn't it." I agree, looking around for mums car.

I find mum stood outside the car waving like a mad woman at us. I slowly make my way towards her.

I put Becky down and open the car door for her. I hug my mum before getting in the back with a very tired Becky.

I watch Becky for the whole journey while mum speeds us home, and before I know it, we're parked up on the drive.

I lift Becky out of the car and sit her on my hip like you would with a 2 year old. Mum holds the front door open for me and closes it once I'm inside.

I notice Becky is now asleep so I asend the stairs as slowly and quietly as I can. I pull the covers back and lay her on my bed.

I carefully undress her, starting with her shoes and leaving her in nothing but her matching underwear. I remove my bandana from around her head and brush some hair from her eyes.

I kneel next to the bed and smile at her. I can't help but look at Becky's stomach and imagine her with a 6 month old baby bump. I place my hand on her stomach and stroke it with my thumb.

Becky places her hand on top of mine, but her eyes are still closed. I smile softly and remove my hand. I kiss the tip of her nose and then her fore head.

" Night, baby," I whisper. " I'll be up in a bit."

I turn the light off and quietly close the door.

I plod down stairs and grab a beer from the fridge. I make my way through to the living room and find dad watching some male comedian. Russel Howard, I think.

I sit down with dad and we have some father son bonding time over a couple of pints.

~*Becky's POV*~

I wake up in the pitch black alone in Brad's bed. I rub my eyes and climb out of bed. I pull Brad's dressing gown off the hook on the back of the door and slip it on.

I quietly open the door, not wating to wake anyone and creep down the stairs. I notice a dim glow coming from the living room.

I push the door open slowly and find Brad asleep on the sofa with a beer can in his hand. I romove the half empty can from his hand and place it on the coffee table behind me.

I gently shake his shoulder and whisper his name. He groans and pulls me down onto the sofa with him.

" Are you coming up to bed, babe? It's nearly 3am."

Brad groans again. " I was having an amazing dream about you until you woke me up." Brad grumbles, running his hand up the inside of my thigh.

" Did you now." I tease, ever so slowly pulling down Brad's flies.

He pulls my body under his and leans over me to close the door.

" Keep quiet." He whispers.