"Of course, sweets. Anything. What's the matter?" She asks.
"Kylie and I.." I'm trying to get the words out but I can't.
"Brad, honey, what is it?" She rubs my back and gives me a concerned look.
"Kylie and I are having a baby." The words come out all at once and I instantly feel every emotion possible. My mum takes her hand off my back and walks to the other side of the kitchen, converting her mouth with one hand and her other hand on her hip.
"This better not be a prank." She says then immediately covers her mouth again.
"It's not mum. We just found out. I understand if you're disappointed.." I say to her and wait for her response.
"I'm not disappointed, Bradley. I'm just shocked." She looks at me when she speaks. "That explains why she won't drink with me." She lets out a slight giggle. "How far along?"
"Only about three weeks. It's all still pretty new." I respond.
"Does her mum know?" She leans back over the counter.
"We don't speak to her mum. And Kylie really doesn't have any other family besides her grandparents that live in another state in the US." I run my fingers through my hair.
"How does she feel about it?" She asks looking at her through the window.
"She's a bit flustered but I think she's excited about it." I answer.
"And how do you feel?" She looks into my eyes.
"Honestly, I couldn't be more happy with my life at the moment. I love her and I'm ready for this. It was a bit sudden, but we're financially stable and we're happy." I say, honestly.
"Well, I guess as long as you're happy, I'm happy. It would be nice to cuddle a baby." She smiles at me then sips down her wine.
"I'm glad you understand and support us?" I say, asking her at the same time.
"I do support you. I always will. I'm worried, but I will love the baby all the same and I know your father will too." She says and I couldn't be happier. "But you have to be the one to tell him. I'm not doing that." She smiles.
"I planned on it. Just be nice to Kylie about it. She's afraid you guys are going to hate her because of it."
"I would never. No one should ever be ashamed or afraid to bring a child into the world. I wish you would have waited a bit longer but there's no reason you two couldn't have a baby. You're grown, but it's a big responsibility." She points her finger at me and raises her brow.
"I know. But we're ready for it." I say.
"I know you are." She says and walks over and hugs me. "Oh how did you grow up so fast. It feels like yesterday you were running around with the boys with your guitars and microphones." She squeezes her arms around me. "Do the lads know?"
"Yeah. They're all buzzing for us. They said they'd kill me if I left the band though." We both laugh.
"I would too. That's what you love. You've all worked hard for that band." She says.
"I wouldn't ever leave the band and Kylie would never ask me too. The boys and her are close, as well. They all love her." I say.
"Well we do too. Regardless of what's going on, she's kept you out of trouble and shown you love. That's all we can ask of her." She smiles and we both look out at them.
Kylie's POV
"So tell me a bit about yourself, dear. I feel like I've just heard what my sons has told me about you." Brads father asks me while putting all of his clubs back in his bag.
"Well there's not much to tell. I'm pretty boring." I say and he laughs.
"That can't be true. Our Bradley is infatuated with you, and he doesn't like boring. Come on, tell me anything you think I'd like to know." He smiles at me.
"Ahhh, Okay. Well, I'm 19, about to be 20 in November. I love music," I begin saying but Derek stops me.
"No, no, no, silly. I want to know about you. Tell me about your family, your plans for the future, things like that." His dad says.
"My family isn't really existent, to be honest. My dad left when I was young, and my mom just moved in with her fiancé. We haven't really talked much since. I'm really close with my grandparents but they live across the country from me, so it's hard for me to see them." I pause trying to think about what to say next. I can't exactly say oh and for the future, I plan on popping out your son and I's unborn child that I'm pregnant with at the moment and raising him or her to be the best that they can be. I chose to go with the only other thing I could think of. "I'd love to become a writer in the future. Pass on something that catches someone's attention or helps someone escape from their reality."
"That sounds like a great plan. I like that you have your head on straight. You have a plan for yourself." He smiles at me while picking up his bag and walking back up to the house. "I have a lot of respect for writers, you know? They have a gift. If you're good, that is." He lets out a small chuckle and we walk back into the house.
Before we all go to bed, we were sat in the living room watching a soccer game. For some reason Anne-Marie kept looking at me. Different than before. It was like she saw something in me that she didn't see before, but she couldn't elaborate on it.
"I'm going to bed, sweets. I hope you all have a good night." She says to us and kisses Derek.
"I'm right behind to, dear. Good night, kiddos. See you in the morning." He waves at us and follows behind his wife.
"Goodnight." We both mutter at them as they walk out of the room.
"Are you ready for bed, darling?" Brad asks me.
"Yeah, are you?" I respond.
"If you're ready, so am I." He smiles at me and starts to sit up from the couch he's laying on. Before I can stand up he hurried over to me and puts one arm under my legs and one behind my head and lifts me up.
"You're not gonna be able to do this pretty soon." I smile up at him.
"Ahhh, rubbish." His accent makes me giggle.
"I have a whole person growing inside of me. I'm gonna get heavier, goofball." I joke with him.
"And you think that will stop me?" He furrows his brows at me and pushes open his door with his foot.
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"Brad," I whisper, "you're squishing me." I try to push him off of me but he won't budge. I end up somehow rolling out from under him and by the time I hit the floor, I could feel the vomit coming. I quickly run into his bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet. "You've got to stop doing this to mommy." I say towards my tummy.
I tiptoe my way down the hallway into the kitchen to get some water. His parents house is so well kept and so nice. I stop in the middle of the hallway and stare at that family picture. They all look so happy. "This is what a real family is supposed to look like," I say, rubbing my tummy, "daddy and I are going to give this to you." I stare at it for a few seconds more. Looking at their smiles, the placement of their hands, the love you can vividly see in the picture. It's nice. After a few seconds I continue on into the living room, then the kitchen. I quietly get a glass down out of the cabinet and pour myself some water. As I'm drinking it, the light in the kitchen turns on. It startles me a bit but when I turn around to find Anne-Marie standing in the door way it calms me.
"Sorry, love. I didn't realize anyone was up." She says, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up.
"It's okay, I'm sorry if I woke you." I reply.
"Oh, no. Derek and I are normally up this early. In fact we slept in a bit today," She giggles. He just left for an early morning golf session."
"Oh. That's nice." I say as I take another drink of water.
"Morning sickness got you up?" She asks.
"Yeah, unfor.." I realize what she's asked and mentally have a panic attack. "Wait, what did you just ask me?" I can feel my cheeks reddening and my eyes widen.
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Fanfic"Why did this have to happen. Why did I have to look into those big, beautiful, brown eyes. Why did I have to fall so hard in love with him? I told myself not to! I told myself over and over again that this is what would happen!"
