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Personal Space (two Bradshaws like it now)
Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: A sequel in which you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space. Even more so now youâve had a baby, apparently.
Can be read as a part 2, but doesnât have to be. Read Personal Space here
You really didnât know when it all happened, when you and Bradley became a thing. At first he was just an annoying crew member you couldnât shake off your tail. Then he was your wingman. Then you got accidentally placed into marriage accommodation and the two of you played it off so you could get better housing. Then you actually bought a house. And then somewhere along the way you got married.
âWhere shall we have the wedding?â Bradley asked and you raised a brow âregister officeâ you shrug âwhat you donât want a wedding?â He asks, hand on his chest as he feigns offence. âYou do?â You ask and he nods vigorously. You huff. âFineâ âso shall we do it on the beach?â He asks âokayâ you just go along with it, hardly even entertaining the idea at all.
âSo? What do you think?â Nat asks as she makes you pivot in a white gown âI think I look like a roll of toilet paperâ you said, crossing your arms âmaybe itâs just not the dress for you?â She reasons and you shake your head âjust not really into the whole idea of this wedding. I kinda thought weâd just sign papers and get on with itâ you said âwell you picked Bradshaw, heâs a drama queen at the best of timesâ she says and you him in agreement; your consultant leading you back to the fitting rooms âletâs try anotherâ.
Youâd left with a sleeved dress; hating the idea of having a low cut dress, and begging Nat to just let you leave. Sure, you loved the dress - but you loved the idea of getting out of that suffocating shop more.
âHey honeyâ Bradley had said, hearing you walk into the house and set your keys on the kitchen counter. âHiâ you reply shortly, moving to fill your cup with water from the sink. âHow was your day?â He asked, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you from behind. âGood. Bought a wedding dressâ you say simply âyou did what?!â
Then on your wedding day, youâd stared at yourself in the mirror far too long. âYou look gorgeousâ Penny whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly âI look like a fucking pin up dollâ you huff, not necessarily believing yourself - just not used to being such a central perspective of attention. âWowâ your dad says, walking into the room âyou look gorgeousâ he whispers âis there an echo in here?â You mumble, but smile at him âthank youâ you say, wiping the tears from under his eyes. âCâmon, Bradleyâs nearly about to come get you himselfâ
You showed up to the beach-front wedding right on time, completely dead against the idea of being in any way, shape, or form late. Your father gave you away, Bradley in floods of tears at the end of the isle by the time youâd gotten there. âYou look incredibleâ he whispers, lips quivering as he stares at you âshut up youâre going to make me cry.â You grumble, but smile. âItâs okay to cry.â He says, as the ceremony begins. âYou may now kiss your brideâ and Bradley dipped you and kissed you sweetly, drowning out the cheers of those around you. âI love you, Bradshaw.â You say, smally, âI love you more, sweetheartâ he says and kisses your forehead âyouâre cryingâ he points out âshut upâ
And then you looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test two years later. You hummed âokayâ and looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing nothing else other than the fact that you had to tell Bradley right that second. You marched downstairs, where he was sat playing with some keys on the piano youâd bought him last Christmas, stopping next to him. âHey baby, yâalright?â He asked, and you just held out the stick to him. âWhatâs this?â He asks, taking it from you and looking over it once. âYou serious?â He asked, looking at you; smile growing from ear to ear âyouâre pregnant?â He almost whispers âunless the other four lied.â you say and he jumps up and pulls you into his arms, kissing all over your face until you shouted at him to stop.
He knelt down and looked at your stomach, kissing it gently then moving to put his ear against it âuh huhâ he hummed âBradley what are you-â âshush Iâm talking to emâ he says and you stand, unimpressed, but let him nonetheless. âOh yeah baby, Iâm excited to meet you tooâ he coos âyeah, yeah, Iâm your dadâ and you audibly giggle. He looks up at you, eyes wide âyou done?â You ask and he nods âyeah little one was done talkingâ he smiles, and hugs you close again. âI need to get the baby clothes out of the atticâ he mumbles, kissing your temple âthe what?â You ask âI bought them when we started renting the house!â He says, dragging you excitedly up the stairs âbut we own the house, Bradâ you him âno, no, the one we had during the mission!â He says and you gasp internally, realising how long the two of you had been together without even noticing it.
âHey dadâ you say, as you and Bradley head into the hangar he and you owned âhey honey, hey Bradâ your dad greets, wiping the oil from his hands to come over and talk to the two of you. He kissed your forehead and hugged you, then your husband before walking back over to the aircraft he was working on. âThought you needed a new picture for your pinboardâ you hum âoh? I just added the wedding photo!â He says, excitedly, showing you the filled gap. âOkay, guess you donât want the sonogram of your grandchild.â You say, turning to head out before Bradley hurriedly grabbed you and turned you back into the situation, pulling the strip of photos from his breast pocket. Your dad stood with his jaw wide open âyouâre-â he breathes âyouâre really pregnant?â He asks as his eyes well with tears âwell I wouldnât lie-â you say but he just pulls you into a big bear hug, pinning Baby Bradshawâs picture onto his board.
You head to go look at the part of the engine your dad couldnât quite fix while Bradley held back with Maverick. He turns to him and shakes his hand âyour dad wouldâve been so proud.â He says, smiling at Bradley âI know you are.â Rooster smiles, wordlessly being pulled into a hug with his father-in-law.
Then one evening you were sat up in bed, Bradley sound asleep beside you as you look down at the barely visible bump. Bradley had sort of a sixth sense, somehow knowing you werenât asleep beside him. âHey, baby whatâs up?â He croaks, immediately moving to sit up with you when he sees his senses were correct. âI donât know what Iâm supposed to do, Bradley.â You say, staring ahead at the wall âwhat do you mean?â He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. âI mean Iâm a fighter pilot, I was raised by a single father, I never had that maternal instinct, what am I doing?â You whisper, and when Bradley managed to finally pull your face towards him you were crying âoh sweetheartâ he hums, pulling you into him gently âyouâre gonna be the best momma ever, and the fact that you worry proves that. I love you, okay?â He comforts âI know. I love you too.â
You were stubborn the whole pregnancy. You thought it was ridiculous that people just stopped when they were pregnant, and Bradley was trailing you trying anything to get you to just relax. âHen, please!â He begs as you head out for your morning run âIâm three months pregnant, Bradley. Iâm not incompetent.â You snap, as he begrudgingly pulls on his running shoes and follows you out the door. He pulled you back anytime you went quicker than a 10 minute mile âBradley, if you slow me down one more time Iâm going to pull your arm out of your socketâ you snap and he holds his hands up âmessage received.â
Then one day, at around the sixth month mark you walked into the house and slammed the door so hard it rattled. âWhatâs up?â Bradley asked, as you practically threw your stuff on the floor. âTheyâre putting me on the desk.â You grumble, anger evident in your eyes while his soften âoh baby we knew that was gonna happenâ he soothes, rubbing your arm reassuringly âno! No we didnât! I was perfectly fine hiding the bump, but no!â You huff âIâm Bradley Bradshaw and all of California has to know my wifeâs pregnant!â You imitate him but he just smirks âoh Iâm so sorry that everyone needs to know youâre taken and carrying my babyâ he says, smugly. âDonât you smile at me Bradley-â you wag an accusatory finger at him, but he heaves you over his shoulder, and towards the stairs âcâmon, letâs help you blow off some steamâ he reasons âyâknow itâs possible to get pregnant while pregnant, right?â You ask and he cheers âwoohoo! Two for one deal, sounds great!â He says and you canât help but smile.
Then came your maternity leave, Bradley picked you up in his bronco. You were quick to head outside, and he kinda hated how well you hid the bump. âIâm done.â You huff, settling into the seat beside him âif that bitch from accounting asks me one more time if I want her herbal teas Iâm going to knock her teeth outâ you complain and Bradley chuckles âwell, just me, you and Baby Bradshaw nowâ he says and you hum in agreement.
But when you approached your street, you rolled straight past your house and straight to the Hard Deck âcongratulations on your babyâ banners plastered all over âwelcome to our baby shower!â Bradley grins as you pull up âis this really necessary? They arenât even here yet.â You tell him and he shrugs âthought it might take your mind off maternity leaveâ you smile at him âthanks, Bradâ
And at one point in the evening, you sat Natasha and Bob down separately. âHey Phoenix, can we borrow you?â Brad asked, pulling her away from her conversation âyeah of course guys!â You took a seat at a table and Bradley forced you to elevate your feet against your will. âWhatâs up?â She asks âhowâd you like to be godmother to little Bradshaw?â Her eyes lit up when Bradley asked and she leant over the table to hug the two of you âoh Iâd love too!â She announces, excitedly.
Then you head over to Bob, but Phoenix holds Rooster back âthey have a special connection, let her do thisâ. You sit on the stool next to Bob and he offers you some peanuts which you refuse, and you stay sat in silence for a minute. âBob can I ask you something?â You ask, as he pulls your calves up to rest in his lap âof course, henâ he says, brushing some crumbs off his top âwhatâs up?â âWell, the job weâre in isnât an old jobâ you say and he laughs and agrees âitâs also dangerousâ you say, and again - he nods. âSo if anything happens to me and Brad, can you be there for little Bradshaw?â His eyes widen and start to swell with tears âwill you be our godfather?â You ask and he nods, moving to miss your cheek âof course I will, hen. Iâd be honoured.â
Bradley and you had started putting together your hospital bag at the 8 month mark. You were both premature so had a bit of superstition, especially with only being a few weeks off of the 40 mark. Youâd placed the bag by the front door, along with a baby carrier in the middle seat of his Bronco.
It was week 38 when you were both putting together the crib beside your bed, two spare bedrooms and still you only wanted your baby beside you. âOkay all done, babyâ your husband said âokay. My water broke three minutes agoâ you say as calmly as he had, he nods, then whips his head back round âyour water broke?â He asks and looks down, and indeed, your water had broken âoh my god your water broke?!â He announced, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to the bronco, picking the hospital bag up on the way. âReady to have a baby?â He asks, giddily. âAm I supposed to be?â You ask and he shakes his head with a smile ânoâ
You were dead silent during birth and it scared the shit out of Bradley. âDo you want an epidural, honey? Theyâve offered-â âno.â âCan I get you more ice?â âNo.â And he tried everything, even when it was time to push. You held his hand and your mouth was zipped shut. âIs she supposed to be this quiet?â He asked the doctor who just looked at him nonchalantly âitâs normal, all mothers react differently to birthâ he said. âIâm a fighter pilot Bradley. Iâve had worse.â You grit. âBreathe babyâ he tells you âI think you need to.â You say âstop being dramaticâ you say as you push again âhoney-â âeither shut up or get out.â You tell him and he glues his mouth shut, at least until the baby comes.
Bradley cuts the chord and they hand you your baby, and your eyes widen as you stare at the baby on your chest âwelcome to the world Nick Bradshawâ you coo at the baby and Bradley raised his brows âNick?â He asks, voice cracking âwhat? Got a problem with that? You and your stupid dickâ you grumble and Bradley laughs and shakes his head, kissing your forehead.
âHey mom, shall we take baby so you can get some rest?â The nurse asked, leaning to take Nick from your arms âexcuse me?â You asked, pulling your baby closer. âSo you can sleep?â She suggests âIâve carried him for nine months and now heâs here youâre taking him away?â You ask âwell, some mothers like to sleepâ âI can sleep when Iâm dead.â You deadpan, and she realised that Nick wouldnât have been pried from your hands even if you were dead, so she left you all alone.
âTaking you away from mommy? Who does she think she is?â You whisper to baby Nick. âWelcome back to the world, Bradshaw.â You say and Bradley can only smile and hold the two of you close.
Youâre going to be just fine in this mommy role.
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Part 2-ish? I know it was really well liked and I enjoyed writing it so hope you enjoy this one too!
-> @rosiahills22 hereâs another one!
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