#brad bear

I’m going to make this a birthday special!! 

After a whole weekend celebrating with family and friends, Brad had the idea of taking a few days off and travel with you to some quiet and beautiful place, where you two could relax and enjoy each other’s company. You accepted immediately and needless to say that your reaction managed to put a priceless smile on his face for the next days. 

He planned the whole trip in his head before you two left: he would drive there and you two would stay in a rented stone house with a beautiful garden, surrounded by large trees in the middle of vast fields. 

He would definitely help you pack, reminding you - or almost forcing you - to take that loose summer dress that he liked to see on you so much. Insisting on comfortable and warm clothes, because according to him these were the ones that accentuated you best. Then when it was time to pack everything in the car he would complain about the amount of things you carried in your bags joking. “I think that there are stones in the countryside (y/n), you don’t need to bring them from here.” And you lined up jokingly, saying that you could just spend all day with your pajamas in bed, making him smirk and wink at you. 

He clearly would make a playlist for the trip with calm music to enjoy the landscapes and talk. Or a playlist with old songs for you two sing like crazy and laugh.

He constantly asking you if you are feeling well and making the necessary stops to rest and eat. At one of these stops he would fill the car and you giving him the biggest puppy eyes to convince him to buy a few snacks for the ride. He agreeing only in one condition: eat them very careful, almost meticulously, and with the windows opened, to not ruin the inside of his precious BMW leather sits.

When you two finally arrived, you would be dazzled and proud to find such a beautiful place. And after unpacking it was time to tour around the house and visit the surroundings and be more amazed by the beauty of it. 

The days would pass slowly.

You would wake up late and have breakfast in bed. Then, after a lot of cuddles, you two went out to visit the lake where you would dive - if time allowed - and have a picnic on the shore. Or get in the little boat and row around the lake, where he would purposely swing it, almost knocking you two into the water.

You would spend the afternoons visiting the small town, trying new foods, cycling through the bare fields or running and having tickling fights. 

He would randomly pick flowers from some gardens and put them in your hair insisting on taking pictures even when you weren’t paying attention. And you would smiled and stole the hat that he was wearing, making him run after you. 

Before dark you would sit on the porch, wrapped in blankets watching the sun disappear through the mountains and he would play a song that he had writen about the day in the guitar that he religiously remembered to brought. He would steal a few kisses from you and brush your hair with his fingers while keep wispering sweet things in your ear that made you blush.

Sometimes - after dinner - you would spend the evenings reading the same book on the couch and making face masks. "I wasn't done with that page yet", "oh you're such a slow reader, Simpson". He letting you wear his hoodie and hugging you from behind. Or lightning some candles in the bathroom and jumping into the tub where you two would stay for hours. Or lighting the fireplace, making the bed on the floor and spending the night cuddling and talking about the future and the things you liked. "I think that four Goldens it's definitely excessive, imagine the amount of fur", "but darling imagine the amount of fun".

You two would drink wine and dance slowly in the middle of the living room or watch a bunch of black and white movies and repeat the love scenes. He making funny comments and jokes about how cheesy you are for whipping during romantic comedies.

Laughter and clinking glasses filled the bright white space decorated with flowers and candles, where everyone you knew and a few simply danced or chatted happily.

Looking down your attention immediately went to your right hand and you still couldn’t believe what was actually happening. The golden thin ring hugging your finger perfectly brought you back to reality and you knew instantly that you needed to take a moment to breathe and calm down.

After a few moments withheld by friends and family who congratulated you and wanted to talk to you, you found a hidden place among some trees. It was not entirely isolated, as you could still hear the indie music coming from the hall and you could see some children running along the grass under the watchful eye of their parents. But it seemed perfect to calm down from all the rush that these past few weeks have become. 

And what is your astonishment when you turn the corner of the bushes you managed to find him, sitting on a wooden bench among the trees watching the sun slowly recede through the surrounding mountains. You mentally thanked the weather for allowing such a beautiful ceremony and for having been able to enjoy the day without the worry of a few extra clouds.

Seeing him so calmly watching the sky made you sigh and think that with him the path would be so perfect and easy. With him life made more sense. That’s why when you approached his figure he was already studying your movements closely as if his future was playing in his mind like a movie on loop. 

It wasn’t necessary to exchange any words, the look on your faces spoke for both you as this was the best day of your lifes. So you just sat down silent. After exchanging some affection and kisses, he finally spoke. 

“I’ve never seen anyone wear such a beautiful white dress as you.” His brown gaze was facing you making you smile and look down at your intertwined hands. A few strands of hair escaped the flower wreath on your head covering your face and he hurried to brush them away. 

“Thank you.” It was incredible the power he held over you, even after the swear of being yours forever, he still made you weak in the knees and afraid of losing him. 

“Wanna go inside, Ms. Simpson?” He asked smirking at the name and kissed your bare shoulder.

“Nah.” You shook you shoulders making you both laugh at the lack of rush to join the others only wanting to spend more time alone. He laid back on the bench bringing you with him and hugging you from behind, carefully not to ruin the white silk fabric covering your body. Now the sky was purple and dark blue but  he was still holding you in his arms as you listen his soft heartbeat. 

“There you are!” Tristan’s voice made you look back and smile. “Can’t believe you two run off your own wedding!!” His drunken state almost made him fall as he pushed you both inside were everyone cheered excited.

“Miss, you have to excuse us but you’ll have the rest of your life with Brad and now we’re just want to get him hammered!” Joe talked giving Brad a beer and all the boys pulled him to the dance floor. 

“Just don’t get him wasted, I still need him for the honeymoon!” You said to the male group and laughed as they messed with Brad. He managed to whisper an “I love you” before getting lifted in their arms. 

The few hours before a concert can be chaotic. Especially in a crowded room backstage with a band, some crew members and friends, luggage, clothes and instruments. The fact that the room was cramped and small for so many people you were sitting in Brad’s lap on a small sofa. His arms were around your waist tighlty while he kept talking with a few friends and you were playing with the rings on his fingers, kissing his hands and fingers occasionally.