Short but I didn't want to put the next one with it. This end is too perf. :)
Bruno came running into the bathroom, slightly slipping on the first wet spot. “Come on! Come on!” he grabbed her hand and started running out the door.
“Stop!” she yelled at him.
“Calm down, dad…go get my stuff and baby’s stuff. She’s not coming in the next 5 minutes. And you don’t even have your shoes on, crazy.” she said calmly.
“You’re right.” he took a deep breath, put on his shoes and ran out the door without her. “Are you coming with me or what?” he asked.
“Get my bags, Bruno.” she laughed at him as he walked back into the house.
**
“Rosalia Diane Hernandez, six pounds 5 ounces…Marla Gonzales…Bruno Hernández…” Eric read the name card from the nursery window standing next to his brother and four sisters.
“Brunito, she is beautiful.” Tahiti nudged him.
“I know….” he didn’t look up. All he could do was stare at his daughter. Oh my God. She is all mine, the hair, the nose, the eyes, the cries, the future…I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need to know what I’m doing, but I don’t know what I’m doing. After we leave the hospital, I have no idea what is going to happen. Living without a plan for myself is okay, but when there’s another life…
“Don’t worry Bruno; you will know exactly what to do when you get home. It’s an instinct. You will be a wonderful father, and you know it. Don’t be nervous.” Eric reassured his little brother who was visibly excited, but very nervous. He had never been this nervous in his life – not even performing in front of 100,000 people. One little girl had given him butterflies.
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Bruno held Rosalia tightly to his chest walking toward Marla, who was sitting up in the bed with the remote in her hand.
“You lost Record of the Year…” she made a sad face.
“It doesn’t matter.” he responded kissing her on the forehead handing her their daughter.
“Bru…” she whispered.
“Yeah?” he said leaning on the edge of the bed as close to them as possible. He pushed a piece of hair from her eyes.
“She has your hair…and your lips.” she said touching the baby’s dark brown skin.
“But she has your eyes…” he responded.”…that make the stars look like they’re not shining.”
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The Good Life
FanfictionThis is my first fanfic. SInce I've written several more, but this is my baby. It's been on tumblr for a good while now, but if you haven't read it, I think it's pretty fab. Bruno is just starting out when he takes the time to perform at one of his...
