But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

chapter 1

A'N; So as you should all probably know by now, this is a tradition, random A/N at the start of the chapter...whooo.
1) this is a sequal, READ THE FIRST ONE
2) You'll hate me for what I do in this book
3) as per the song i listen to while writing is on the side
4) I probably won't start this properly until after the new year (Mid Jan probably)
5) Enjoy, and Ily all for making this happen.

*THERE IS A SLIGHT TIME SKIP, ABOUT A MONTH FROM WHERE I FINISHED BUT BABY.*

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Zoe's POV;

My feet stumbled over each other, shapes and shadows appearing and moving around. My hear beats my rib cage, feeling as though I'm going to die. I feel someone chasing me, grabbing for me, just inches behind.
"BRAD" I yell sitting up in bed, sweat pouring over me. I look to my side, No Brad. I swallow, and take breaths. His duvet side of the duvet was thrown onto my half, his pillows almost falling off the bed. I reach for my phone, and check the time 3:28 Am. I sigh, and reach for my crutches, pulling them off the floor. Hopefully I can get rid of these things soon, I'm sick of them. Pushing myself out of bed, i wobble, stabling myself.
I hobble down the stairs, and when I reach the bottom I see the kitchen light on,casting a yellow glow over the floor. I sigh and push the door open and see Brad sitting at the table, a mug of tea in his hands. His hair was disheveled, and bags were forming under his eyes. "Bradley" I whisper, as he looks at me.
"I like it when you say my full name" he smirks, and I roll my eyes
"Why are you awake? It wasn't me was it?" I ask, wobbling towards him.
He shakes his head "No, no...Just can't sleep. I was trying to find a way around Managment..I'm sick of only family knowing we're engaged, I can't even tell the guys Zoe! You can't wear your ring! Fans think You only live here so we can be a 'family' to the kids!" He sobs, I sit on the chair next to him, and wrap my arm around him, and rub his shoulder.
"Listen Brad, Joe is doing his best to let them let us tell people. Leave it to him, you don't need any stress" I whisper to him, rubbing my cheek into his curls. "Why don't we take them rascals to the park tomorrow? Ellie really needs to burn off some energy. " I giggle, as he shakes his head.
"Sure..I just..We are a family; and I want people to know it. Not think we're faking it" He sighs. I kiss his head, and stand up. There wasn't much i can do, seeing him cry was the worst thing. He stands up to, following me to the stairs, watching me and making sure I'm safe as I climb up the stairs.

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"Zoe!" I hear a yell, as I'm doing my makeup. I roll my eyes and stand up, grabbing my crutches. I walk into The triplets room, and am greeted by a topless Brad, and two naked babies in his arms, a third on the changing table, wiggling about. "I was trying to change Thomas, and then he sort of got wee on these two and help" He sighs, looking at me as though his life depended on it.
"You go get Ellie ready, I'll deal with these 3. Honestly Brad; little boys wee to happen to go everywhere. " I giggle at him, as he smiles back. He takes a few steps towards me, and leans towards me; placing a soft kiss on my lips. He passes the babies to me and shuffles out the room.
"Oh isn't Daddy silly" I coo at the triplets.

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Brad's Pov;

I wiggle Ellie's arm into her coat, as she rambles on about My Little Pony; AKA her new obsession. I smile at her softly, she is so precious. A little angel.
I spin her around to face me and do up her zip, making sure it isn't poking her in the neck.
"Come on then Ellie Belly" I say to her, standing up and grabbing a hold of her tiny hand. She looks up at me, her brown eyes replicating mine. A proper little Simpson.

I help her down the stairs, and take her to the porch, and wiggle on her wellies. I place her on the window sill, telling her to stay there while I go help Zoe. She smiles at me again "Okay" She giggles, her hair floating over her shoulders. She sits, content, throwing her feet back and forth. I jog up the stairs and take Cleo from her cot, her coat swamping her body. Zoe smiles at me, while trying to get Scarletts kicking leg into her baby grown.

This is how it should be.