Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

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WARNING: Intense sexual content, language, and detail. If you are not comfortable with these type of scenes during the story, then do not read this chapter and wait until next.

Brad's POV:

"Please, babe," I beg as I nudge Alyson in bed. Morning has set in and she still isn't up. "Please?" I plea again. "No," she replies, coming out of her slumber. I kiss her neck. "But the kids would love it," she sits up in the bed. "But we can't." "Sure we can!" I say with joy. "There's one at my house," I say. "Fine, get your swim trunks on and put the twins's on. I'm going back to sleep," she says. I spring up from Alyson's uncomfortable bed and I take the twins out of their crib to dress them. To this day, I still cannot believe that I'm a dad to these two little angels. Chloe begins to wake up and make a fuss and I calm her down as I slip on her small pink bathing suit. Alyson gets up and takes her from me as she continues to calm her down. I grab Jonah who wakes up, but doesn't cry. Instead, he just looks up at me with his big brown eyes, and his mouth opens with a yawn. I smile as I slip his green swim trunks on and kiss him on the lips. I pick him up and set him in his baby carrier, along with Chloe.

"Ready babe?" I ask Alyson. "Not yet, I haven't gotten ready yet, and neither have you," she says and I pout. I really want to go swimming with the twins today. I heard the weathers going to be nice, so that's why. I sit down on the bed as I watch Alyson get up and undress. She walks over to her closet as I watch her undress herself and I rush up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back to the bed. I look into her brown eyes and say "I love you, Alyson Porter," she smiles while her hair covers her left eye and she bites her lip. "I love you too, Brad William Simpson," she chuckles. "NO! Don't ever say my middle name!" she tilts her head. "Why not, William?" I glare at her. "I'm just kidding babe, don't get all sore about it," she says as she plants a kiss on my lips. I move my hands down her back and onto her butt, firmly grabbing it.

"Easy there, tiger. Not today," she says and I get upset. I really do. It's been a while and we haven't had sex. She's always puts it off, and it's hard for a guy to control his urges. It's like we have to release them, or they get bottled up inside and then that's why rape is committed. She climbs off of me and I huff for the fifteenth time due to my disappointment. Yes, I've kept count. Anyways, I'm just happy we'll be going swimming today. I see Alyson unstrap her bra as it falls to the floor, but keeps her chest towards her closet door.

I get up and walk over to her and she looks for a bikini to wear. I approach her and cup her breasts as I stand behind her. "Screw finding a bra, I can hold your boobs for you," I kiss her neck and she laughs. "That's every guys dream." She pulls out a top and removes my hands as she puts the top on. She turns around me as she sets on hand on my shoulder and removes her panties, using me to maintain balance. I stare down at her and this sight that I'm receiving is pure hell. It's torture.

She slips on the bottom of the bikini and puts shorts over it and a t-shirt to cover herself. She slips on her sandals and says she ready.

We arrive at my house and I take the twins down as Alyson takes their diaper bag and a bag she decided to bring along with towels, sunscreen, and a floaty for the twins. I unlock the front door as I enter then set the twins in the living room. It's hot in the house so I go into the hallway and turn on the air conditioner. Alyson enters in next, then shuts the door. She opens the white blinds that reveal the sliding glass door behind it, and she goes into the backyard, admiring the sky blue water of the pool. She sits at the edge as she kicks her sandals off and dips her legs in the water. I go into the room and change into my swim trunks. I come back out into the living room and take the twins out of their carriers and out back.

I sit down with Alyson at the edge while I hand her Jonah and I hold Chloe. "What are doing?" I ask. "Thinking..." she says. "About?"

"Everything," she doesn't seemed disturbed by anything, and her facial expression shows that she actually is thinking. Before I came out here, I grabbed the twins's big green floaty and inflated it as I popped in the plastic air stopper. I position it right in front of Alyson and I as I place Chloe on it and she sits Jonah on it. The sun is warm and radiant, so every few minutes we just get a handful of water and pour it over their small heads, watching the water run down their backs. I kiss Chloe's head and continue talking to Alyson as the twins float on the big green raft.