But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

Chapter 7

A/N; So I'm addicted to this Welsh soap opera ( its called pobol y cwm ) and ngl Welsh tv is shitty but omds this one is like 40 years old or something idk if its still running but it is life..Even if they do only talk in welsh

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Brad's POV;

"Zoe are you coming with me or not" I sigh, my head poking through the door into Scarletts room. Zoe sat with tear stained cheeks, facing Scarlett. Cleo's empty cot sat behind her; they'd taken her to the morgue earlier on. Zoe shakes her head, looking at me for a second; then looking away again. Almost as though she was embarrassed.
Don't get me wrong, I'm just upset as Zoe. But we have two other healthy children who need normality...I'd been with them for the last hour and the amount of times I'd left because I was going to cry is unreal. But Scarlett is doing well; She is fighting like she always has...Thomas and Ellie need to go home and have some rest. Scarlett will be okay for half an hour..I just know it. My Mum and Sister are going to look after Ellie and Thomas, and we can come straight back for Scarlett. But Zoe needs to get out of here; just for ten minutes. This isn't going her any good.
I sigh again, and turn; letting the door close behind me. I spot Ellie standing where I left her; I didn't want her seeing her little sister like that. She smiles; pointing at the pushchair that had luckiley survived the crash. I smile at her, picking her up and swinging her around. She laughs and screams, kicking her legs about. I place her onto my back, giving her a piggy back. She clasps her hands around my neck, and I can feel her nuzzling into the back of my head. This is what we should be happy for, two little monkeys and the moments we did have with Cleo. The ones we can cherish and remember and share.
I pull the blanket from Thomas' chin, as he gives me a gummy grin, His hand resting by his head. He was such a special baby; always bubbly and grinning. I begin walking; out of the hospital and down the road. It was going to be easier to take them to one of the boys houses, until my Mum and Natalie made it down here to collect them. I sigh and look at my phone, it was mid evening now and chances are the guys would be out.

I stand in the middle of the park, a sleeping toddler on my hip, and a hungry baby in the pram. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed Ellie to stop asking to go home. I give her a gentle kiss on the top of her head, as she wiggles in her sleep. A few people were walking about; probably going home or meeting friends.
Suddenly; my phone bursts into life in my hands. The ringing thankfully not waking Ellie.
"Hello?"
"Brad, I'm almost at yours, are you home?"
"Oh Mum, I'm at the park; If you get there before me, just wait out front. I won't be long"
"Okay Brad, Look; I'll be here to help for as long as "
"Me too!" I hear Natalie yell in the background. I smile, Atleast I have them.
"Thanks, I'll see you soon yeah? The kids won't be any trouble, they're pretty much zoned out for the night"
"Ah okay, well I'll see you soon darling, I love you"
"I love you too Mum"

I put my phone in the pushchair; next to Thomas, And resume my walk home.

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Zoe's POV;

"Zoe..? Zoe?" I hear a whisper "Come on, wake up." I open my eyes slowly, and see Brad next to me, My head on his shoulder. He smiles at me, while I sit up straight. "You were asleep when I got back here, you've been like that all night" He laughs slightly.
"Are Thomas and Ellie alright?" My voice cracks, knowing Cleo can never be added back to that list.
"My mum text this morning; Ellie woke up wanting to watch Ariel and Thomas was being a fatty and ate loads" He smiles, his hand rubbing mine. I nod at him, before casting my eyes back to Scarlett, her entire body was bruised and you could see how weake she was.
"She'll be fine Zo. She is a little fighter, might make her start WWE when she's old enough" He jokes, but i don't laugh. I simply keep looking at Scarlett, the tubes wrapping around her body were awfully scary...It reminded me of when we were graced with triplets; only expcting Twins. Now we only have them twins..but maybe that will be one child.

Scarlett was always the weakest. The tiny baby. The one who wouldn't eat as much. The one who would hate being put down.
I know she's fought through all that, but she's still tiny and I can't help but feel as though she can only fight so much before she just gives up.

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"Miss Collins, Mr Simpson?" A doctor asks, as he walks through the door. Brad looks at him, as do I. "We've recived the results of the tests and scans on Scarlett, and it seems as though her ribs might be crushing her lungs and heart, due to impact from the crash. We believe we can fix this; which will not only help to speed up her recovery time in the long term; but ultimately save her life." He says, handing us some sheets of paper; I didn't know what they were. I'm assuming results from tests or something.
"However, this operation is obviously very risky..It could possibly cause her life long issues or worst case; kill her" He swallows, looking at us both. "So we will need your permission to operate"
"Yes" Brad jumps in, before I can ask a single question "We want what's best for her." He looks at me, I furrow my eyebrows slightly. But either way It's what I would have wanted; I would have liked to do a bit of questioning first though.

"I'll go and prep the theatre then" He smiles, taking the sheets from us and softly closing the door behind him. I relax into Brad, my head in his chest. He breaths slowly, trying not to move my head too much.

Time to try and save my daughters life.