#{shes turning 126. uwu}

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Wait what do you mean my birthday is tomorrow? OH GOD IM OLD."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 164. brb x oc

a/n: tumblr is lookng kinda WEIRD these days but here I am , still suffering by these two uwu(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, just fluff maybe a smidge of angst

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice watches him get ready from the bed, he doesn’t think she’s awake but she is. He’s buckling everything, he’s checking his bag twice, he’s checking his own watch twice - she could hear him clicking with it while muttering to himself. Beatrice slide one of her arms under the pillow to have something to lean on so she could see him clearly. She watches Rooster with her heart feeling heavy as she realizes the magnitude of his upcoming deployment.

Rooster's movements are methodical and precise, his face etched with concentration. It's in these moments that Beatrice sees the strength and determination that first drew her to him. She knows that he's doing what he needs to do, fulfilling his duty as a pilot and serving his country.

 But that doesn't make it any easier for her.

Tears well up in Beatrice's eyes as she watches Rooster, silently wishing that things were different, that he didn't have to go. She wants to hold onto him and never let go, to keep him safe by her side,with her and the kids…. But she cannot do that.

Rooster finishes his preparations and stands by the bed,back to Beatrice and only glancing at her after a few seconds. Her eyes were partially open so he wasn’t sure if she was awake or not. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and only recoiling when her eyes opened, “...hey…I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

Beatrice looks up at him guiltily, “I’ve been up for a few minutes now,” and she sits on the bed, pushing the covers off and scooting over to the edge, eyes still on him, “I was just watching you.”

Bradley huffs a soft laugh, checking his watch for a few seconds then sitting down next to Beatrice, the bed dipping under his weight. They sit quietly for a few seconds, the outside is quiet, the sun isn’t even out yet and all they could hear were the creaks and cracks from the house, a natural sound both of them were used to.

 "I wish you didn't have to go through this," Beatrice whispers, her voice barely audible. That comment does surprise him, since Beatrice never complained about him leaving, turning his head to face her. Her hands come up to rub her arms, her eyes looking away from him, “...I know I can’t do that, I know I’m…powerless to this decision, but I wish you’d stay…I blame the hormones.” and she laughs in self deprecation, her smile immediately dropping as soon as she’s finished.

Rooster's gaze softens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss on Beatrice's forehead. he brings her close to his side, inhaling the lavender in her hair, keeping it to memory and closing his eyes, “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,gorgeous.”

“Hm.”

“I’m serious,” he leans back, tucking her hair behind her ear, “...will you be okay? When I’m gone?”

Beatrice inhales shakily, rubbing her wedding band with her thumb, “I will.” She knows her voice is trembling when she says it and she tries to ignore it the best that she could. “I’ll be okay. I’ll distract myself with Nikki,there are things we can do.”

“Alright.”

More silence and Rooster knows there’s something off but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, “...I’ll call you when I can.” he smiles, dropping the hand from her shoulder to her own, interlacing their fingers together. It was so funny to see how small she was compared to him, her hand practically disappeared in his grasp.

Beatrice nods, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. She squeezes Rooster's hand tightly, as if trying to convey her emotions through that simple gesture. "Please do," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "I'll be waiting for your call. It'll mean everything to me."

Rooster's heart aches at the sight of Beatrice's tears, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on her lips. "I promise, and I never break my promises."  she grins at him but says nothing back, "You and the kids are always on my mind." the fact there was now two more on the way was strange to say out loud, but he could get used to it.

Beatrice moves close to him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she buries her face in his chest. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, inhaling his cologne. "Just...come back to us, okay?" she whispers, her voice muffled. "Is all I ask."

Rooster holds her tightly, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. “Always.," he murmurs, not wanting to keep thinking why this conversation happened all of a sudden, choosing to hug her tighter instead.. "I'll come back to you guys."

They stay like that for a while, finding solace in each other's presence. The weight of their impending separation hangs heavily in the air, but they draw strength from their love and the unbreakable bond they share. They know that no matter the distance, their love will keep them connected, and their family will remain strong.

Eventually, Rooster reluctantly pulls away, his hand caressing Beatrice's cheek as he looks into her eyes. "I have to go now," he says softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "Walk me to the door?"

Beatrice nods, her tears still flowing freely so she quickly wipes them off. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice filled with raw emotion. "I’ll just put on a jacket." he waits until she disappears into the closet for a little while, coming back with his NAVY hoodie, it was already worn at the sleeves but he smiles when he sees it nonetheless. She slips it on, crossing her arms over her chest to smile softly at him, “It’s still warm.”

“I can see it.” he shoulders the bag strap and opens the bedroom door quietly so as to not wake the dogs up, “I’ll check on Nikki before I go.”

“Okay.” she whispers, “I’ll be downstairs,alright?” he nods, kissing her forehead and gently cupping her chin, watching until she was out of his sight and he was alone in the hallway.

Bradley exhales quietly, blinking his eyes hard as he tries to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. He takes a moment to compose himself, gathering his strength and determination. He walks to Nikki's room, his steps steady but heavy with the weight of his emotions.

As he enters the room, he sees Nikki peacefully sleeping in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Rooster's heart swells with love and a pang of longing, gently leaning his weight on the gates of her crib to keep an eye on her. “You grew so much already.” he whispers. He bends down and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch featherlight so she remains asleep.

He folds his arms over the top of the gate, smiling sweetly at Nicole’s sleeping form. His daughter just turned her head in his direction, long lashes brushing over those cherub like cheeks and her mouth parting in a sigh "I love you, baby girl," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. "Dada will always love you, no matter where I am." He places a gentle kiss on her forehead, taking in the scent of her baby skin and pulling back quickly when the crib complained over his weight. "Shit."

He stands up from the position, but lingers in the room for a few more moments, taking in the sight of his daughter, etching it into his memory then towards the walls that Beatrice painted herself, rubbing his hand over the family of geese and ducks she painted above Nicole’s crib. With a heavy sigh, he straightens up and quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind him, patting Eleanor and Jack on the way out, both dogs just sighed in their sleep and didn’t wake up..

As he descends the stairs, he can feel the weight of the upcoming separation pressing down on him. He finds Beatrice waiting for him downstairs, on the couch, with Jolene on her lap. She turns her head towards him, eyes no longer red from crying and she reaches out her hand, and he takes it in his own, their fingers entwining once again. They stand there in silence for a moment.

Finally, Rooster breaks the silence, his voice filled with quiet. "She’s grown so much in these past months, hasn’t she?," he says, nodding to the floor above them, towards Nicole’s room.

Beatrice nods, her grip on his hand tightening. "She did,” she gently pushes Jolene’s head from her lap and rubs her hands over his chest, smoothing the wrinkles on the fabric, smiling up at him, “...well…I better walk you out,hm?”

“Yeah.” 

“I can drive you to the base.” she adds softly, much to his surprise, “If you don’t mind me staying in pajamas because I’m comfortable.” her soft laugh is a bit dry but Rooster does appreciate it a whole lot. He’s just bewildered by her suggestion.

“...I…no,no I don’t mind.” he chuckles, “Are you going to pick Nicole up? Isn’t she going to wake -” as if by magic, both of them hear the obvious sound of Nicole grumbling loud as she finally comes out of her dream state, the dog siblings walking out of the room with their tails wagging, “Ah.”

“I had a feeling she’d do that.” Beatrice smiles, ‘Give me a few seconds to get her ready…as in put a jacket on her and check if she needs a change.” she kisses his chin on the way up the stairs, glad he accepted her offer. In reality, she wanted to spend as much time as she could with him, her and Nicole that is. 

Rooster watches Beatrice going up the stairs, his heart filled with love and gratitude for her, for how amazing she was. He takes a moment to collect himself, preparing for the emotional goodbye that awaits them, checking his whole body one more time, making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. As he waits, he can hear the faint sound of Nicole's babbling and Beatrice's gentle laughter drifting down from upstairs.

Soon, Beatrice returns with Nicole in her arms, bundled up in a cozy jacket, hoodie up and almost covering half of their daughter’s face. The little girl's eyes light up when she sees her father, reaching out her tiny hands towards him. Rooster's heart melts at the sight,immediately stopping what he’s doing to pick her up and kiss her cheek.

"Hey there, birdie," he coos, his voice filled with warmth. "Dada's here. Did dad wake you up? I’m sorry."

Nicole reaches for Rooster's face, her small fingers gently touching his cheek. Her innocent gaze meets his, and Rooster can't help but press a kiss to her tiny hand, savoring the moment. “Aaa!” she gurgles, slapping his mustache with her hand only for him to sputter a laugh and hug her closer to himself.

Beatrice looks on, her eyes brimming with emotion before she turns to her car key, tapping the cold metal in her palm as she looked over the scene one more time. Her heart hurt this time, more than normal, she wants this deployment to go fast, she truly did. But she clears her throat and shakes her head, “Do you want to put her in the seat?”

“Yeah, sure.” he smiles, following Beatrice out of the house - Jolene deciding she was going as well, in fact, all the dogs were. Rooster just lifted his leg to allow the three large dogs to pass, waiting patiently outside the jeep with their tails wagging for Nicole to be put inside. Rooster kisses the baby girl on the head, her tiny hands clinging to his collar because she didn’t want to be let go.

And his heart just hurt because of it. “It’ll be okay Nikki,” she whines a bit, light green eyes shining because she wants to be held, holding onto his fingers once he’s done buckling her in. Rooster sighs, clearing his throat soon after as he steps away from the passenger seat - the three dogs already taking their places close to Nicole- and walks to the front of the car where Beatrice already is, inside, holding the wheel with both hands and eyes looking forward.

“Well,” the sound of his voice does snap her out of whatever world she was in, she quickly slapped on an easy façade so he wouldn’t be suspicious, “She looks comfortable.”

And by looking through the rear view mirror, she’d say he’s right, because Nicole is just leaning back on her seat, lookin at the dogs, “That she is.” she licks her lips, pressing the button to open the garage’s door, “Are we going to be late?”

“Nah.” he smiles,”It’ll be fine.” he watches Beatrice turns the jeep on and slowly leave the garage. His eyes move towards her face a few times, he wanted to make sure she was okay and she could handle the drive there.

She looked…fine? She kept her body relaxed and her eyes on the road, she was a bit more careful while driving than he was - not that he was a maniac but he’s been known to arrive in places fifteen minutes before he was called to be there - and she didn’t even put music on, mainly because she didn’t want to disturb Nikki who was just having fun in the back seat. He flicked his gaze from her face to her hands on the steering wheel, her knuckles weren’t white but he could see how tightly she was holding it.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?” eyes still ahead.

“Are you okay?”

Beatrice parts her lips then chuckles softly, “You know there were few times I actually went to the base, you know, besides that one time we invaded it when we were dating-”

“It was fun though.”

“Hah, yeah it was but…It’s weird. You know I had no connection to the Navy before I started working in the Hard Deck and before I met you and..that place, it’s-it’s so big.” she whispers as she drives carefully, the sky slowly turning lilac and purple, “And…I don’t know, it makes me feel…strange? Not strange,I don’t know if that’d be the right word for it.”

Rooster listens attentively to Beatrice's words, his gaze fixed on her as she drives before he turns his attention to the road."Yeah, I get what you mean," Rooster responds, his voice filled with understanding. "The military world can be overwhelming, especially for someone who hasn't been exposed to it before. It's a whole different environment, a different way of life." he looks out his window, “...I’ve always been part of it, as you know.”

Beatrice nods, her grip on the steering wheel relaxing slightly. "Yeah.” she licks her lips, “Did it take long to get used to it?”

Rooster inhales deeply, trying to figure out a way to explain it to her as easily as he could, “...once I stepped into it, it was like the final piece of a puzzle. I was angry and depressed, my mom was gone but…I guess it brought me a sense of comfort and familiarity when I needed it.” he whispers, looking up at the sky, knowing the way towards the base just by looking at their surroundings, “It has its bumps on the road.”

“Hm.”

“Why are you bringing that up?” he questions, “I don’t think we ever talked about that before.”

“Honestly,Roos…I don’t know.” she confesses, furrowing her brows, “I think it’s all because of…everything, really. You were a huge surprise in my life, one that I’m thankful every day, especially because of Nikki and the twins and…o-our life together, it’s just, sometimes it feels so…strange. I look at that place and I just think about how it should always be a beacon that represents you, I look at it and I remember you are there.” she licks her lips before continuing, “You are there, you are safe and you have others with you but at the same time, it feels monstrous and huge and it looks ready to swallow me whole.”

“Baby…”

“I-I know,I know,I shouldn’t be saying this right now.” she shakes her shoulders to keep herself together, “I’m fine.I swear.” she wasn’t, not really, but he didn’t need to think about it right now. Rooster just clenched his jaw, one of his hands cupping hers as the two were silent the rest of the ride towards the base.

She parks not too far from the entrance, sighing softly before giving her husband a look, “Well!” she laughs, “H-Here we are.”

“Here we are.”

Beatrice watches as he leans back to pet the dogs goodbye, her heart lurching, burning, almost cracking at the scene, especially when he whispers Nicole his own goodbyes. Whispering to take care of mama and get excited about her little siblings on the way, then he got back to his seat, meeting her eyes with a soft gaze, “...walk me outside?” Beatrice nods immediately, knowing she’d only have to stay close to the car instead of making all the way into the base.

She hugs herself, the scent of his cologne enters her nose as she squeezes the NAVY hoodie, looking up at him with her eyes wide. Rooster fixes his bag on his shoulder, then turns towards Beatrice with a small smile, “...well,I gotta go.”

“I know.’

He smiles more, “I’ll miss you.”

“I-I’ll miss you more.”

“Hard to believe that considering I will miss you three thousand times more.” 

Both of them laugh, their laughter dissipating into nothing. Their eyes meet again, Beatrice chews her lower lip as she uncrosses her arms, immediately wrapping around his torso, “...please be careful.” he hugs her back just as tightly, nuzzling her hair, kissing her scalp and keeping her body close to his.

“I will.” he whispers, “I promise.” he looks back towards the base, his brows furrowing because he was running out of time, “Gorgeous, I–”

“I know.” and she steps back, quickly wiping her eyes with the sleeves, tapping her cheeks and cleaning her throat, giving him a weak thumbs up, “I’m okay.”

Rooster’s heart hurt and yet felt full, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks, rubbing her cheekbone and following the tear tracks with his eyes, “...I love you,Bea.I really love you.” 

She whimpers, holding onto his wrist, “I love you too.” and she kisses him, she kisses him as if she hadn’t ever kissed him before. He obviously isn’t against it, he just kissed her back, savoring her taste, keeping her form glued to his and only breaking it when he really has to, rubbing his thumb over her parted wet pink lips. “...I’ll be waiting for your call,okay?”

He smirks, hesitantly letting go of her body to step towards the base, “I know.” their hands were still connected and it’s hard to break the touch. He has to physically move away, their fingers rubbing into each of their palms, “...I love you.” he says it again, “I love you a lot.”

“I know.” she whispers, “I love you too.”

And finally, the touch breaks and he steps away.

[blix-neko]

Man on a mission part 2

En español

77: yellow: crees que sea "the chose one"?

77: Orange:talvez

78: reina: the chose one?

79: lord Blixer: blixee regresa!

83: rey zarck: nuestro hijo es "the chose one"...?

85: lord Blixer: bueno ya que las presentaciones fueron un total asco, procedo a presentar a "MI" hijo y retirarnos

86: lord Blixer: BLIXER

87: lord Blixer: como ya sabrán, fui desterrado de este este lugar por romper la ley de retar al "rey"

88: lord Blixer: mi esposa fue asesinada por culpa del anterior rey

89: rey zarck: vas a presentar a tu hijo o vas a darnos la contraria otra vez?

90: lord Blixer: descuida, el futuro rey será mi hijo, el tiene y gran don muy especial

91: lord Blixer: y eh aquí la prueba-tiene un vaso de agua normal-

92:sub rey scuad: no me digas, puede convertir el agua en vino

93: Lord Blixer: ya veremos si te sigues riendo después de esto

95: lord Blixer: Tu

96: lord Blixer: toca el agua

99: Lord Blixer: como notaron, nada paso

100: tocala hijo

102: rey zarck: que nadie toque ese agua!!

106:flor:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

108: lord Blixer: ya se enojaron, ahora hijo mio

110: rey zarck:todos evacuen ¡YA!

111: cube:rapido todos por aqui

112: Lycan:HIIIISSSS

113: Lord Blixer: encárgate de la madre y el niño

117: reina: que bueno que por lo menos eredaste los poderes de tu padre...

121:sub rey scuad:AMIGO CONCENTRATE ESTARÁN BIEN

122: rey zarck: mi esposa murió...lo siento debo ir por mi hijo...

123: sub rey scuad: hey te necesitamos aquí!

125: orange: PAPÁ!!

126: lord Blixer: vamos hijo hazlo, has que papá este orgulloso

127: lord Blixer: y demuestra que mamá estaba muy equivocada al decir que eras debil

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Bueno eso es todo por el momento xD, espero que les haya gustado, ya sabes que está historia me estoy basando un poco en las mini animaciones de @newnap .

Nos vemos en el siguiente CAP uwu

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in English:

77: yellow: do you think it's "the chose one"?

77: Orange: maybe

78: queen: the chose one?

79: Lord Blixer: Blixee Returns!

83: king zark: our son is "the chosen one" ...?

85: Lord Blixer: well since the introductions were a total disgusting, I proceed to introduce "MY" son and withdraw

88: Lord Blixer: my wife was murdered because of the previous king

89: King Zarck: Are you going to introduce your son or are you going to oppose us again?

90: Lord Blixer: don't worry, the future king will be my son, he has a very special gift

91: Lord Blixer: and here is the proof-you have a glass of normal water-

92: sub king scuad: don't tell me, he can turn water into wine

93: Lord Blixer: We'll see if you keep laughing after this

95: Lord Blixer: You

96: Lord Blixer: Touch the Water

99: Lord Blixer: as you noticed, nothing happened

100: touch it son

102: king zarck: let no one touch that water !!

106:flor:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

108: Lord Blixer: They already got mad, now my son

110: king zarck: everyone evacuate NOW!

111: cube: quick everyone here

112: Lycan: HIIIISSSS

113: Lord Blixer - Take Care of Mother and Child

117: queen: how good that at least you erected your father's powers ...

121: sub rey scuad: CONCENTRATE FRIEND THEY WILL BE OK

122: king zarck: my wife died ... sorry I must go for my son ...

123: sub rey scuad: hey we need you here!

125: orange: DAD!!

126: Lord Blixer: Come on son do it, make daddy proud

127: Lord Blixer: and it proves that Mom was very wrong when she said you were weak

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Well that's all for the moment xD, I hope you liked it, you know that this story I am basing myself a bit on the mini animations of @newnap

See you at the next CAP uwu

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🏰ula and your choice uwu

126

Into the future we go X3

"What did mom say?" Ula asked as she sat across from her sister, both sitting inside a lovely, little ice cream shop after Cordelia got out of school.

"No fighting in school..."Cordelia replied as she looked down, squeezing her tiny fists together under the table before Ula tapped the table with her fingernail. Cordelia then looked up at her knowing very well Ula wanted eye to eye contact.

"But I didn't start it!"the younger sister exclaimed, and Ula stared at her with her signature blank stare which made Cordelia pout and cross her arms. "It was those bad bullies again."

"I know, your teacher told me. What I want to know is why you did what you did."Ula stated, and Cordelia gave her a small look. "I'm not mad, I'm just a little disappointed. We talked about the fighting."

"But they were talking bad about Davey, and you! And mom, and dad! And they were hurting one of my friends!"

"Okay, okay, I see why you would attack back. But Delia, you nearly broke that kid's arm and you made a hole in that tree. Normally I'd be okay with it, but we can't have you getting in trouble anymore."Ula told her, but Cordelia turned away with puffed up cheeks which made Ula laugh with a little roll of her eyes. "But if you don't wanna listen to what I have to say, I guess I'll just buy ice cream for myself. Maybe for Mana too."

"I want ice cream!"Cordelia immediately shouted as she accidentally slammed her hands on the table and stood up, but she then sat down when Ula tapped her fingers on the table. "I mean...okay."

"Good, now listen."Ula said as she took out a paper from Cordelia's backpack, along with a pencil before she quickly drew out Cordelia on it, impressing said child."This is you."

"Uh huh."

"And this,"Ula colored most of the Cordelia drawing with a red crayon she had taken out as well."...is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size."

"But I'm not bad!"

"Hurting people is bad Delia, even if it's for a good cause."

"But-"

"Actions speak louder than words. The pen is mightier than the sword. Get it?"

"Mom already told you that if you see something bad, you tell somebody first. What if you get really hurt?"

"But I won't!"

"Cordelia, please. I know you want to save everybody and be a hero, which I know you are but...just take it from me, okay?"

"But Ula..."

"I guess you don't want your ice cream, now do you?"

"I do! I do!" Cordelia exclaimed once again which made Ula smile, then extending her pinky out which Cordelia accepted and wrapped her own pinky around. "I promise."

"Promise what?"

"Tooooo....not fight?"

"Hm...good enough. Now let's get some ice cream and waffles."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 132. brb x oc

a/n: tumblr still hates me *thumbs up* but im still here!! so reblogs and comments are super welcome!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. just bea's aunt being a witch uwu

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Both her and Bradley returned to the table with the memory of those tiny gifts in the back of their minds. They noticed that Martha was too busy talking to everyone else to focus on them this time, which was more than welcome.

Beatrice’s crazy witch aunt had this weird ability to find where you are no matter what, hence why it was good to see she wasn’t right now.

Beatrice sighed, holding Nicole up to her chest and smiling down at her daughter’s head. She still had the smile on her face as she turned to Rooster, “What do you think it is?” she asks with her teeth gritted and lips barely moving, trying to appear as inconspicuous as she could, “Because now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I’m not sure,gorgeous. What do you think your aunt would want to give us?”

“Something related to the T I’m sure.” she murmurs, “She knows,Roos.I know she does.”

“Your aunt is mystical like that.”

“She sure is.”

Meanwhile, they noticed how Pete,Penny and Amelia felt at home.Beatrice knew, from Shells, that the holidays were often celebrated by themselves for a long time, Penny’s father - and Shells and Amelia’s grandfather - passed away a few years ago and the family itself was never big. Penny’s sister passed as soon as she ‘left’ Shells with the brunette, so it probably meant a lot to Penny that she was invited.

Of course she knew her boss was worried too, maybe not so much as Mav but clearly enough to ask Beatrice about it. Amelia was excited, she was out of college until the New Years and she jumped at the opportunity to meet Beatrice’s family when she found out how much they’d do there.

And honestly…it was nice.

It was a complete opposite of how Beatrice’s parents thought of the bar and of Penny, no matter how good Beatrice said her boss was, they were still worried. The last time they went there before Bea and Rooster got married was the final knot to be tied, after all her father saw Jeff again after all these years.

Beatrice relaxed a bit, knowing that the night was going fine. Even if they found the gifts, even if they saw something they clearly shouldn’t, she was relaxing more…however her stomach felt a bit sick.

She licked her lips, feeling the discomfort slowly moving up and down inside of her, clearing her throat and sipping some water, “Roos.”

“What?’

“I’m feeling kinda off.”

Her husband straightened on the chair, shielding her from her relative’s eyes, “...nausea?” she nods, “Damn, can you hold it in?”

“I can try, it’s not so bad yet, but…it’s really,” she clears her throat again, “It’s getting to me a bit.”

Rooster hummed, sliding his hand towards her lower back to gently massage the flesh there and keep a steady hold against her in case she felt too bad, ‘Let me know if anything goes off,okay?’ she nods, but so far it’s manageable. 

The dinner was fine too…it was dessert that made her feel a bit worse.

She did eat a normal amount of savory things, but the second that cake came into view her stomach churned. Which was a pain considering it was a chocolate cake that her mother baked from scratch with tiny pieces of hazelnut and chocolate flakes on top. But she couldn’t…take a bite. She swallowed hard, so hard that Bradley’s eyes snapped towards her in worry, one of his hands sliding to her own.

She nodded at him in silence, deciding that if she took a swig of water, she’d be okay. So she did bring it to her lips, swallowed it as slowly as she could then inhaled before grabbing the fork to slide onto the spongy cake.

The sound of the fork entering the moist dessert however, wasn’t appealing to the twins because she immediately regretted it.

Okay, this was going to be very hard.

She licked her lips, tapping the edge of the plate with her fork while Nicole tried to grab it, gurgling a laugh when her mother moved it out of the way, “It’s okay.” she murmured to herself, “It’s okay, everything is okay, just take one bite.” another churn, “A small one, no one will notice,I can take the rest home,my mom will be okay with it.”

Thank God everyone else was too busy talking amongst themselves to know of her own problems. And honestly, it was a bit harder to ignore it now, because the nausea was like a small tornado inside her stomach.

“Just one bite.” she repeats, bringing the minuscule, microscopical amount on her fork to her lips, clenching her eyes when the taste exploded on her tongue - it was delicious - and then swallowed slowly, waiting for her nausea to get worse.

The second that tiny piece landed in her stomach, she could swear she saw double.

“...oh no.” she made sure to toss the fork away as discreetly as she could, then she tugged on Rooster’s shirt, “Roos.’

“What?”

“I…I think a bathroom trip is needed.”

Rooster stops chewing to look around and check their surroundings, “Do you want me to hold Nikki?” she nods, already moving the six months old to his arms as she adjusts herself to stand up, “Will you be okay? Do you want me to go with you?”

“No,” she lifts a hand to stop him from following her, “It’ll call too much attention,I’ll be quick.”

“Okay.” he purses his lips to kiss her but she’s beelining away from the table with her fists clenched, avoiding everyone in the way. He blinks, frowning a bit but understanding that the situation was intense enough for her to just skedaddle out of there quickly.

Bradley sighed, leaning back on his chair as he placed Nicole on his chest, smiling when the little girl tried to grab his own fork “No,Nikki, you can’t eat this yet.” he murmurs, kissing her head, ‘When you are older, only then, you can have this.”

“Aa!” she sounded so annoyed

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m doing this for your own safety.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” his uncle’s voice makes him look back to where he was, holding a glass of wine and a plate with his own slice of cake. He looks back at the glass doors, gesturing with his beverage, “Bea was in a hurry. Is she okay?”

“Yeah, just,” Rooster moves his hand over his lower area, “Girl things.”

“Ah,I see.” Pete sighed as he sat down next to Rooster, placing the wine on the table in front of him and then smiling down at Nicole, “Hi, sweet girl, are you enjoying Christmas?” Nicole’s chubby grin melted Maverick’s heart and he kissed her tiny hand when she reached to his face, “You are too cute, it’s amazing she’s still awake.”

‘Nicole likes people.” Rooster smiles, turning Nicole’s body around so her back was on his chest and her tiny legs dangled over his arm, giving her more room to touch her granduncle turned grandpa, “She doesn’t mind staying up late, she’ll sleep…most of the day tomorrow.”

“Nothing like you.” he comments, “You couldn’t handle being up more than two hours after your bedtime. You don’t remember but a Christmas that I visited you guys you tried to stay awake only to fall asleep on the hallway.”

Bradley’s cheeks reddened and he was thankful Beatrice wasn’t there, “Mav.” he clears his throat, “Come on,I was a kid.”

“And you were a fussy kid who wanted to eat everything.” he says without missing a beat, “Like nachos and obviously,chocolate. You remember those times?”

“Not a lot.”

“I do, you were very noisy and kept trying to eat everything you saw.” his nephew just blushed harder, “I might tell Beatrice that when she comes back.” and he just smirks even more when Bradley moves his gaze away, “But,no, I’m kidding…how are you guys though? Everything good?”

“Everything is great,Mav.” for more reasons than one, two extra reasons in fact, “We are good.”

“You guys going to Virginia on Monday,yeah?”

“Yeah, we plan to stay a week at best. Gotta enjoy my leave however I can.”

“I know.” Maverick smiles down at Nicole, gently brushing those soft strands of hair out of her face, letting her hold his finger when he’s close enough, “You guys will have a lot of fun.” 

“That’s the plan.”

“Oh, another thing.” Bradley hums in question, turning to face Mav, “Thanks for inviting us…Bea’s family is really welcoming.”

“Did her mom try to shove another piece of cake?”

“Yeah.” he chuckles, “She did but it’s not every day I have chocolate cake, so. I let myself enjoy it.”

Bradley was happy that Maverick seemed to be at peace, much like he was when he joined the family. It’s strange because for a while neither of them had that, this…belonging to somewhere, he knew Mav’s family was long gone and the one he had was…Rooster for a long while. 

Now both of them were together, and they had more people to lean on if they needed. Beatrice’s family was always very welcoming of people as long as they showed they could be trusted. Bradley’s first meeting with Rafael was something to remember, that man could be intense even without trying but he was honest and if there was one thing the Schiavoni’s appreciated was honesty.

Maverick had his moments, he was crazy, he was wild and he was a bit stubborn but he had a good heart. Plus, being his uncle was already a good point because - and he didn’t want to say it outloud but Beatrice and even some of her siblings said so - he was quickly becoming their favorite.

Bradley was about to say something when he saw Martha standing up, slowly and almost gliding away from the table, walking towards the glass doors. He tensed up, his mouth shutting because now his focus was on Beatrice’s aunt, “Brad?” Mav calls, gently nudging his shoulder, “Hey,what’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You went quiet and looked away for a second, is everything okay?”

“Oh everything is okay.” he replies almost automatically, and he mentally hopes that Beatrice is okay in there.

-

She was not okay.

She was kneeling in front of the toilet, already flushed mind you, with her head touching the cool porcelain as she tried to calm her body down. The twins liked to show up unannounced, that’s one thing for sure. She sighed, clenching her eyes with her hand on her forehead, moving a bit so she was leaning against the wall instead of the toilet, legs tucked under her as she tried to breathe.

She chose to use her parents’ bathroom because no one would come in here unless it was her mom or dad, so she took the time to let herself calm down. She furrowed her brows, feeling another wave of nausea come up and she prayed to everything she could remember that she didn’t throw up on her parent’s bathroom floor.

That’d be something to explain.

She sighed again, then felt her phone vibrate in her skirt’s pockets. She knew it was Rooster, but she was too weak to pull it out and check ,”Ugh…” but if she didn’t he’d come over and they didn’t need that.

Roos (23:14)

Baby?? You okay? You’ve been there a while

Bea (23:14)

:( yeah. I threw up. Im just sitting on the cold floor Roos. It’s nice.

Roos (23:15)

Do you need me to go there?

Bea (23:16)

No.I’m fine…I’ll be out in a few seconds.

Beatrice was going to continue her message, but a knock on the door made her stop and snap her head towards it, “Y-Yea?

“Preziosa? Are you okay in there?”

Oh,shit.

Beatrice’s eyes widened and she quickly scrambled to her feet, “Yea-shit!” she kicked the plant pot her mother kept in the corner on the way up, luckily it didn’t break because she was quick enough to hold it still as it spun on it’s axis, preventing a tragedy in a matter of seconds, “I-I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!”

“Well you’ve been in there for a while.”

“Oh, um, well, i-it’s nothing!I’m just, you know, had a little accident.”

“Okay,I’ll wait for you then.”

“What?”

“I’ll wait for you.” and the distinct creak of her parents’ old bed reached her ears. That thing always creaked if you dared breathing on it. Beatrice groaned, because if she sat down it meant that she had little to no options when she walked out.

Beatrice sighed, looking at herself in the mirror - she didn’t look that pale - and she rubbed some of her cherry lip balm over her lips to regain some color. With one final look at herself she slowly opened the door and saw her aunt, hands folded on top of her lap and a serene smile on her face, one that Beatrice weakly reciprocated “...hi,zia.”

“Hello,darling.” Martha’s smile widens, then she pats the bed, “Come,sit.”

“Oh,I have to-go back to Brad and-”

“Oh I won’t take too long.” another pat, “Come on now.”

Beatrice wrung her hands together, rubbing her wedding band a bit too hard and wincing when it burned her skin…but she complied. Shuffling over to the bed and settling down next to her aunt, the bed immediately squeaked in protest- that thing was going to break one of these days and if her father wasn’t so stubborn in getting a new one it wouldn’t happen. 

She waited for a bit, peeking over her aunt by the corner of her eye only to see her aunt was already looking at her, “...um…so…what did you want to talk about,zia?”

“...well, you and Bradley,” she wags her finger, “You two are very very naughty. You two found my gifts.”

Beatrice choked on her spit, “I-I-we didn’t mean to-”

But Martha laughed, waving it off, “It’s fine,Beatrice.I knew you’d find it.” of course she did, “In fact,” she pulls the two gifts from behind her, placing it on her lap, “I will give this to you now.”

“What- but-”

Martha sets it on Beatrice’s palm, placing one hand on top of the gift and the other below, her face going weirdly serious, “But you cannot open it here. You need to open it at home and this one,” she taps the blue box,” You have to give it to Bradley.”

“What? Why? It’s…yours?”

“No, it’s yours.”

She was growing really tired of her aunt’s cryptic personality, she really was. But before she could ask more, Martha stood up - not before kissing her niece’s cheeks- and walked out of the room…just like that.

Beatrice sat on the bed holding the tiny gifts with her mouth parted open, brows furrowed and looking completely confused because well…she was.

She looks back down at the box and shakes it a bit, the weight wasn’t…strange, but it was something small, and it rattled a bit. Beatrice frowned more, turning the box in her hands and then tsking “...everyone in my family is weirdly endearing…whatever she got us is probably to protect us.”  she pushes herself to her feet, still looking at the box.

“Oh!” 

“Ah!” Beatrice almost drops the boxes when she saw her aunt’s face from the corner, “Zia!I-”

“Another thing!” Martha walks in as if she forgot something, rubbing her hands together then hovering them over her niece’s shoulders, Beatrice tried to ask what was happening but Martha gently shushed her whispering something under her breath. Her aunt’s hands hovered down her arms until they stopped above her stomach - a shot of panic darted through her - and her aunt smiled knowingly, “There.” she says, “It’s done.”

“...what is done?” she got another kiss, this time on the forehead, “Zia? What is done?”

“ Come on, preziosa, we have to open the gifts, oh-” she points to the boxes “Hide those in the pockets, yes?’ Beatrice did, albeit extremely befuddled by her aunt’s antics, “Come now. Everyone is waiting.”

Beatrice follows her aunt down the stairs, stopping on the top when she saw Rooster below, his brown eyes widening when he notices Martha coming down first. He greeted her politely and the older woman cupped his cheeks and made him lean down to kiss his forehead just like she did Beatrice’s, before turning her attention towards Nicole.

Nicole giggled at the touch, wriggling a bit on Rooster’s arms as Beatrice walked all the way down, the three of them following Martha as she glided all the way back to the patio, meeting her husband halfway. “Bea.” her husband begins, “What…exactly happened?”

“...well,she…she did, um…witch stuff,I guess.”

“Ah.”

“And she gave me the gifts but,it’s–I have to give one of them to you.”

“Okay?’

“You know,maybe we can just,” she moves her hands absently, “Just ignore this for now? Just until we get back home?”

“You know what? I like that idea.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 143. brb x oc

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“Come on Nikki! Look!”

Rooster turns his head up to the sky just in time for Nicole to do the same, their daughter’s light eyes still trying to identify what was going on out there. This trip was a lot of first for Nikki, first plane flight, first snow…and now Rooster was trying to make her mimic him by opening his mouth to catch the snowflakes on his tongue, “Look, see? Aaah…” and he rolls his tongue out as the little baby watches in confusion.

“I don’t think she gets it Roos.” Beatrice calls from the porch, the dogs around her - all of them wearing sweaters and little scarves because of the cold- holding a mug of cocoa, “She is pretty smart but I don’t know if she understands what you are doing right now.” even though it was the cutest thing she had ever seen, her massive husband holding their tiny daughter while walking in circles to catch one snowflake.

She giggles, bringing the mug to her lips as she watches them…these past days have been a bit of a roller coaster but Beatrice was glad they managed to talk about it. New Year’s Eve is in three days so she had that to worry about now…not that they’d have anyone over but she could think about the celebration instead of her own fears. 

Bradley was such…an amazing partner and father, she shouldn’t be surprised he was so sweet all of the time. He just wanted his family to be okay and she wanted him to be okay. Her smile widens as he keeps walking around, pointing from his face to the sky, opening his mouth again only for Nicole to blink at him because what the heck was her father doing? Beatrice leans her temple against the column next to her, Jolene and her pups curled onto one another because of the weather, snoozing peacefully.

She taps her thumb against the porcelain mug repeatedly, inhaling the cold air as she thinks of what she was going to do. It has been a while since the two got together and since having sex while pregnant wasn’t bad, she thought that this idea wasn’t bad…plus, it’d make her mind feel even more at ease. Everything was in her suitcase, hidden inside her makeup bag because it was small enough that no one was able to notice.

She had to thank Shells for that too, only her friend could come up with such ideas in such a short notice and when Beatrice needed her help. So the thing hidden was going to be a surprise…especially because once she found it she knew he was going to like it.

“That’s-that’s it Nikki!!” she heard Bradley shout happily and snapped her head towards him. Nicole was keeping her mouth open just like her father taught her, but the snowflake landed on her nose instead of her tongue. She looked down at it, green eyes crossing and her lips pursed in confusion, “Oh you are so cute! Babe!” he looks at Beatrice with his face shining, “Babe can you see this?”

God,her heart was so weak for them, she couldn’t even handle it.

“I can!” she shouts from the porch, safe from the cold and sipping her warm beverage, “She did good,didn’t she?”

“She sure did!” he bounces Nicole in his arms, then kisses her cheek repeatedly, “She did so great! You did great Birdie!”

Beatrice could only watch her husband and daughter, her little family, happily laugh because of what just happened. She sips her cocoa a few more times until Rooster looks over, “You comin’?”

“Hm?”

“Here?” he points to the ground, “With us?”

Now that’d be a lovely idea…if it wasn’t so cold. Beatrice was covered from head to toe, absolutely warm in every single aspect, but she was very comfortable hidden from the cold pieces of ice that while didn’t bother Nicole nor Rooster - every day that little girl is looking more and more like her father - Beatrice just stared at him with her eyes wide.

She parts her lips in an inhale, “I’m okay here!” 

But her husband just smirks, “Are you?”

“Yes,” another sip from her cocoa, “I’m very good here.”

He narrows his eyes playfully, the snow crunching under his boots as he turns his body to the porch with Nicole babbling on his arms, “Come on.’ he coos, wiggling his fingers as he shows her his hand, a way to bring her closer, “Come on,gorgeous. You love the snow now.”

“I don’t love it. I endure it.”

“Mhm.I can keep you warm.” his voice drops to a dangerous level, his eyes following her curves as she blushes heavily while looking at him.

“Rooster! Not in front of Nikki!”

“Baby, look at her,” their daughter was looking up at the sky - the little fluffy pom pom on her beanie moving when she tilted her head this way and that to have a better look at her surroundings- “She’s busy looking at the snowflakes, plus, what is dirty about what I said?”

“You know what.”

‘No,I just said I can keep you warm.” he opens his arm, “With a hug,c’mere.”

“Bradley Nicholas, I know you way too well.” she frowns, but bounces a bit on the spot…her cocoa was almost done too and she was getting colder now that he mentioned it… “....but I’ll accept the offer.” and she places the mug aside and shuffling her way over to him so he could engulf her with his warm embrace and she could stop feeling like a wrapped up popsicle in this winter.

She hums happily once his arm wraps around her, smiling at the delicious feeling of him around her. “Okay…maybe you were right.”

“Maybe?”

She props her chin between his pectorals and smirks, scrunching her nose a little bit, “Yes,maybe, don’t get so cocky.” again his eyes darkened and Beatrice swatted his arm in retaliation, “Rooster.”

“Whaat?”

“You are being an absolute menace right now.” she coos, kissing his lips twice and keeping their mouths touching as she giggles, feeling his hand cupping the back of her head, “Which normally,I wouldn’t mind but…well, you better behave.”

“I always do.” 

They laugh again and that makes Nicole laugh as well, her gentle giggle adding to her parents’ conversation as she holds onto Rooster’s jacket. Bradley sighs, kissing Beatrice’s head then Nicole’s, squinting his eyes at the soft snowflakes coming down, “...how are you feeling though?” he asks Bea, still holding her waist, ‘Nothing wrong right?”

“Nothing wrong,I’m bundled up and you are warming my stomach. We are all fine.” she grins, “...what about you?”

“What about me?”

‘Yeah, are you okay?”

He inhales the same frigid air she did and then exhales heavily as he grins at her, “I’m more than okay,gorgeous…I’m glad we are spending time together, all of us…” and if only he knew what they had planned later. “Also I was thinking, maybe we could go out tonight.”

Oh.

“...oh,really?”

‘Yeah, it’s not going to snow too much and there are places we can take Nikki and the dogs if we want to.”

…well that ruined things a bit. She chews her lower lip and then tries to come up with an excuse…quickly. “Well,it’s-we can’t trust the uh, weather app right Roos? Not like that.” she laughs nervously, rubbing her hands up and down his covered arms and offering him a nervous smile, “Plus…I don’t know if it’s good for Nikki to be out in the cold so late.” that at least was true, she’d hate if Nicole got sick because of the weather.

And she could see her husband was thinking the same thing.

“Hm…true.”

“So…we can stay here, it might be better.”

His eyes, while focused on her, didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, which to her was a great feat considering she couldn’t lie to him even if she wanted. He was too good at reading her, “That’s fine then, but-” he holds up a finger, “I’ll make us dinner.”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

“Well we still have saved up food from the beginning of the week, sooo…” he shrugs, “I’ll figure something out.”

Beatrice just smiles at him, then kisses his plump lips, swallowing his happy hum with her own laugh breaking out of her throat, “Okay.” she turns towards Nicole, gently brushing some of the snowflakes that stuck to her hair as they watched the white surroundings in silence. “...it’s so weird how quiet it gets.”

Rooster looks ahead with a small frown, “It’s never too good when it’s too quiet.” he tilts his head to the left, “There are birds chirping, no predators in sight. It’s just ‘cause you are a city girl and can’t handle the silence like that..” he teases only to be slapped by Beatrice - who gasps offendedly at him but still laughs at his commentary, shaking her head gently in disbelief.

“I can handle the silence a whole lot.”

“No you can.”

“Yes I can.”

“...no.” he narrows his eyes, “You can’t.”

“Yes, I can!”

“Let’s bet on it then,” he holds out his gloved hand with a smirk, Nicole too busy with the falling snow to notice them now, “If you can handle the silence for…a couple hours, then you win.”

She flicks her gaze from his hand to his eyes, pursing her lips, “What do I win,exactly?” he smirks wider, then shrugs with the less innocent look on his face. Beatrice blushes, but she knew he wouldn’t let it go unless she said yes or no to this…

Of course she said yes.

She shakes his hand twice, “When will this start?”

“Tonight?”

“...tonight.” he smirks wider pressing their noses together, “Why? Do you have anything planned?” 

Damn it.

“Well…our dinner is planned isn’t it?’ Good,Beatrice, switch it up on him so he’s confused. It took a few seconds but his face eventually relaxed with the recognition that yes, they had something planned for that night. He huffs softly, throwing that victory to her feet before he tugs her to his side, walking into the cabin with Nicole happily babbling under the falling snow, “...ya got me there.”

-

Dinner was wonderful.

When wasn’t it?

But now Beatrice had a plan to finish. While Rooster was downstairs, finishing his pomegranate juice - bless him, he still didn’t want to drink wine while she was pregnant- and checking his phone, Beatrice scurried upstairs towards the master bedroom. She quickly checked on Nicole and the dogs, the four of them asleep, in such a deep sleep that no canine lifted an ear when the floor creaked under Beatrice’s weight.

She smiles, watching the peaceful scene for a few seconds then turning on her heel towards the bedroom. She didn’t want to be too inconspicuous, she know he already had a feeling something was up so all she had to do was get ready. This wasn’t like the last time, this wasn’t their…she counted on her fingers, then furrowed her brows knowing that trying to remember the amount of times they had sex was going to be absolutely impossible. 

But it wasn’t that Christmas day anymore. They’ve been together for almost four years, they…had history together - three kids already, her mind recalls - and she felt like she should’ve done this for a while now. 

Beatrice sighs,checking her face in the mirror as she pulls onto the lingerie set that she bought specifically for this trip. She was so glad how calm Nicole was during the night, thanking every single deity responsible for making her sleep so deeply and so nicely…it was worrisome in the first months because they didn’t know how Nicole would be and boy were they happy when they found out she was such a heavy sleeper.

She hoped the twins would be the same.

But thinking how some of the twins - and triplets - in her family were…maybe that’d be wishful thinking.

She shakes her head, fixing the lace thong on her hips and wincing when the thin elastic snapped on her hip, leaving a red welt already, “Wow, sexy.” she mutters, putting on the lace bra - the tiny jewel in the middle shook as she adjusted it on her breasts, thanking it wasn’t so uncomfortable as she thought it’d be - and then putting on the lightest layer of makeup.

She smacks her lips, the thin layer of lip gloss making her mouth appear fuller and she rubbed her fingers on her eyelids to smudge the eyeliner, blinking at the result with a smile, “Perfect.” she whispered, inhaling for courage and then putting on the robe that hung from the bathroom’s wall…because she was still cold.

She steps out of the bedroom to reach the top of the stairs, chewing her lower lip as she closes Nicole’s door just enough to leave a small creak so the dogs could leave if they wanted, while tip toeing her way towards the steps. She hears him humming something, ‘Take on Me’ by A-Ha if she wasn’t mistaken.

Beatrice peeks into the kitchen to see him with the juice glass tilted to his lips and his phone in front of him, scrolling aimlessly through…whatever social media it was, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the pomegranate juice and is absolutely oblivious to Beatrice’s eyes on him. She inhales for courage one more time, then pokes her head out, “Hey,” she calls, making him look over at her, “What are you doing?”

He arches his brow, licking his red stained lips and gesturing to the phone with his chin, “Calling Hangman a melonhead.” he says, with the most serious look on his face, “Evelyn took a picture of him when he was sitting and everyone is just now noticing how huge his head is.”

“Are you bullying him,Roos?”

‘It’s not bullying when it’s true.” he says with a chortle, then furrows his brows, straightening himself a bit, “What are you doing?”

“Me?”

‘Yes, you,gorgeous.”

“I’m just here,” she shrugs and he can see the dark fabric of the robe from behind the threshold, his eyes immediately latching on that point with interest, “Watching my husband…did you have a nice dinner?”

He pauses, still looking at her, the atmosphere getting thicker, she knows he knows. “I did….did you?” she nods with a small smile, and he knew that smile. He swishes the pomegranate juice inside the wine glass and drops his eyes down to the bottom of the threshold, where her body was still hidden behind, ‘C’mere.”

“For?”

“C’mere.” he says again, deeper, softer, whisky colored irises licking her body like fire even without seeing it fully, “I wanna see you.”

“Hmmmm…I don’t know about that,Lieutenant.” his pupils enlarge immediately and he freezes up, “I was just…thinking about some things,” she runs her finger against the wood grain, following the swirls and shapes with her nail, “Maybe…if you’d like some dessert?”

She winces, Oh God, that was so cringy. She hides her face and then bumps it against the wall only to look back and see that he was relaxed, almost leaning back against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his smirk clearly amused, “That was cute,” he says softly, “Your forehead is red.”

‘I hit it on the wall repeatedly.” she mutters, “Because that was the cringiest thing I’ve ever said Roos.’

“It was nice and yes,” he sits up, “I’d love some dessert.”

“Oh God don’t repeat it! Okay, hold on,” she steps out only to hold her hands up, “Let’s try again. Imagine I didn’t say that.” his eyes are following the lines of her thighs and calves and he tilted his head in hopes to see more under the robe to no avail, “Let’s do it again, blank slate and I’ll try better.” he turns himself on the chair so he’s facing her directly, interlocking his hands between his thick thighs and smiling at her, so fondly and warm she felt bad.

“Baby, it was nice.”

“But it’s supposed to be sexy.” she pouts,dropping her hands to her sides, “We–I just…I just well–”

“C’mere,” he pats his thighs this time, tugging his jeans to be comfortable - but that does more than that and it shows…a lot more than just the expanse of his thighs. “Aw, my baby,” he coos once she’s close, her pouty lips looking so pretty all glossed up like that he couldn’t help himself and kiss them when she’s close enough, “My gorgeous,gorgeous, gorgeous wife…there’s not one thing that you do that I don’t find sexy.”

“...I know but,” she frowns, “I had plans for tonight and I said that because Shells suggested, because-because of the color,” she rambles, moving her hands as he tugs her closer by the back of the thighs, trailing his fingers up her ass until he feels the high elastic of a thong brushing against his fingertips.

He sucks in a hard breath, letting her ramble on for a few seconds, “--and we didn’t have much time before? So,I thought, I thought it’d be a good idea,Roos…and…and it was cringy.Ugh.”

“‘What color is it,by the way?” he follows the lace that curves up on her ass with his thumb, the scratch of his manicured nails making her shiver.

“I-It’s um,’ she gulps, “C-Chocolate brown, like…dark-dark chocolate brown.”

“Ooohhh…a real dessert,huh?” she groans at him, “Does that mean I get to eat it now? You know I’m such a lover of chocolate…” he smirks when she blushes harder, “I love that we’ve been together for almost four years and you still blush when I talk to you. Fuck you are so fuckin’ cute.” he presses an open mouthed kiss to her cleavage once the robe parts enough for it to show, groaning at the scent of her perfume - lavender with something else, it was something new and he adored it already- “Hmmm…you are smelling good.” he cups her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing the plump flesh and hooking his thumbs on the elastic.

“I…it’s a new perfume.” she whispers, gasping softly at the feeling of his tongue traveling all the way up to her jawbone, “I-I got it from–m-my aunt Martha.”

“...remember me to thank Martha,” he pauses to bite her skin, “Again.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 140. brb x oc

a/n: * siiiigh * okay so, hrm, tumblr has been really shit to me and as you guys know, haha, im not doing well. So...maybe I'll take a break - I do have therapy tomorrow so maybe I'll feel better, who knows - all I want is for this hellsite to stop because I'm tired and I want to share my fics(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

She shouldn’t be surprised the place Rooster came with his mother was a small mom and pop shop hidden in her middle of the city. She loved how cozy it looked even from the outside, with the dark colors and the wooden beams - one of them had a little bear engraved on it, almost as if it was climbing up to the roof. Beatrice walked close to Rooster while she held Nicole to her chest, covering their daughter with part of her open jacket even if Nikki was bundled up as warm as possible.

She was having fun just by hanging close to her mother, her cheeks rosy red and eyes squinted because of the cold weather, but she was just happy to be around. “Thanks,Roos.” Beatrice whispers when her husband keeps the door open for her, smirking and winking in her direction as she walked past him towards the warm interior. The bell jingled as the door closed with Rooster shrugging off his jacket and telling her to hand Nicole over so he could remove hers.

“This is a lovely place.” she says, looking up at the ceiling and placing the coat on the hanger by the door, “It’s so…familiar.”

“It does remind a little bit of the cabin,huh?”

It did, albeit it was smaller than the cabin was, very warm and it smelled great. Beatrice couldn’t help but grin at the several pictures on the walls: a beautiful gradient from black and white to color, showing the generation of owners that passed through this establishment, “It does.” she turns to Rooster, stretching her arms to pick Nicole, “Where are we going to sit?”

He looks around for a few seconds, then does a double take at the corner, smirking, “There.” he speed walks towards it, but he’s not so fast that Beatrice can’t keep up with him, in fact he’s holding out his hand for her to take it and the three of them could get to the booth that faced the large windows. Beatrice couldn’t help the smile on her face, it reminded her of their very first date - at Trooper’s - a few years back. “You can sit down,I’ll get Nikki’s booster seat.”

“Okay.” she says once she settles, her husband leaving her alone to talk to the lady on the counter. She watches as the woman’s face widens in recognition, her hands coming up to cup her cheeks in surprise before she walks around the counter to give Bradley a hug. She hears the lady calling a male name and an elder gentleman walks out from a little room with the word ‘Office’ above the walls.

Both of them hug Rooster, then spend a few minutes talking to him. She,however, stills a bit - like a deer in the headlights - when Rooster gestures towards her and Nikki. His mouth forms the words ‘my wife’ and he grins, brightly, like the sun when he says so, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Another round of surprised gasps and congratulatory comments were thrown his way, even if she couldn’t get all of it. He leans closer to the couple, once again pointing to his girls on the booth and the man nods with a face that clearly says ‘as if there was any doubt!’ before he walks away.

The lady pats Rooster’s shoulder and then turns him around, shushing him back to their seat. He comes back laughing like a little boy, his cheeks still flushed, “They are going to bring a booster seat,” he says, not sitting down in front of Beatrice and propping his hands on her hips, creating a Rooster shaped shield from anyone who walked into the restaurant, “And the menus.”

“They didn’t have to! We could’ve got it from the car.”

“Yeah,I tried telling them but they said with the snow they didn’t want neither of us walking outside.”

Beatrice smiled softly “They seem to know you.”

“Hah, yeah, they are the same people from when I was a kid.” he says, ‘They were…really happy to see me and even happier when I told them I got married.”

“They appeared as such.” she says, “You looked so flushed it was adorable.”

He pursed his lips with a shy little ‘hm’ escaping his throat, almost as if he wanted to laugh but couldn’t yet, like a little boy who was just told how handsome he was. That boyish charm that made her knees weak only made her feel like flying, “Yeah, well.” he digs his hands in his pockets, smiling more when the male owner walks out of the room with a booster seat - brand new too - already speeding up to meet them mid way.

Introductions were made, this man’s name was Jim and his wife’s name was Cheryl, they owned this place ever since Rooster was ‘smaller than the palm of his hand’ mentioning that Carole and Nick used to come here when they were dating. Beatrice thought it was so sweet how they remembered them and how this spot became a beacon for Goose and Carole’s relationship and, of course, Rooster’s childhood.

The man was so kind to them, he was curious about Beatrice because ‘her accent was not from ‘round there’ and she told him she was from San Diego. The look he gave Rooster, followed by the subtle jab on the pilot’s ribs - and the not so subtle wink- made her blink in confusion. And then he turned to Nicole, who immediately grinned at him, ‘ha!’ she was starting to connect sounds to words, it was adorable seeing her trying to speak the best way that she could.

After Rooster set the booster seat down and Beatrice placed Nicole in it, her husband finally sat in front of her with a gentle sigh. He kept his eyes on his watch for a second, pressing the button on the sides to light up the visor, “We are just in time for lunch, nice, and we- what?” she was grinning at him, making him laugh confusedly, “What?”

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“When he asked about where I was from,” she said, “He looked at you funny and he elbowed your rib as if he knew something I didn’t…soo,what do I not know about you?”

Rooster looked shocked, and amused, at the same time, only sputtering a quiet laugh before he crossed his arms, leaning back against the seat, ‘It was just a joke my mom liked to toss about.” she arched her brows waiting for him to continue, “...she used to say that my girl was going to be as warm as the sun from San Diego.” he smirks, folding his arms over the table so he could lean a bit closer to her.

Her cheeks immediately reddened and her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she chewed the soft flesh when his voice went down an octave, a deep purr that sent shivers down her body, “...really?”

“I could also say that the girl I was going to be with is also as hot as San Diego.” he smirks, “Because, well, you are aren’t you?”

“Roos.”

“And you know, I thought about it for a long time but then it escaped my mind…in fact I was only reminded of this now,when he mentioned it.” he says softly, “You are pretty much like that, Bea. Warm and beautiful…and you look amazing in a bikini.” she blushes harder, covering her face with her hands as Rooster returns to his previous relaxed position, smirking at his wife’s adorable embarrassment.

When Cheryl comes over with the menus, she gives the two a sweet look, almost proud of what she was seeing then walks back, “...well,” Beatrice clears her throat, checking what they could order while Nicole busied herself with the teething ring they brought along, “What…what should we order?”

“Hmmmm…” he taps his chin, holding the laminated paper up with his eyes narrowing just enough, “They have a great bbq here, so I might get that.”

“Oh, I think I’ll get it too then.”

“You sure?” he asks, “It’s a lot of food, gorgeous.”

Beatrice blinks, then looks down at the menu again, “W-Well, I…I want to try…we can take some back if I can’t handle it,right?”

“Of course.” he smirks, setting the menus aside as they waited, “And we can get some apple puree for Nikki…ooohh and some apple pie later. I’d love some apple pie.”

“You sure it’ll fit?’

“Oh I’ll make it fit.” he smiles, winking at her, “Why do you think I didn’t have breakfast?”

That’s true, he only had black coffee that morning…maybe she should’ve skipped as well. Beatrice,however, smiles at his expression…he’s relaxed, he’s so happy and it was like he went back ten years with how bright his expression is.He always mentioned that he wouldn’t live in Virginia again, but it was hard to ignore how elated he always looked whenever they came over to visit.

After ordering their food, and Nikki’s, Beatrice tried to not appear too shocked when that huge tray appeared in front of them. She widened her eyes, there were ribs,mac ‘n cheese, cornbread and so many other things that Beatrice didn’t even know what it was anymore, only that it smelled so good, “...o-oh wow.”

“I told you it was a lot.” he says, already licking his thumb and forefinger once he grabbed the ribs - shaking it and making the meat fall off the bone- ‘You don’t have to eat it all.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to.” she laughs nervously, choosing to open Nicole’s plastic cup where the apple puree was, their daughter clearly interested since she stopped chewing her teething ring to pay attention on what her mother was doing, little mouth parted open in wonder as the thin film that kept the cup closed was peeled off and Beatrice crumpled it into a ball, “Are you sure you can eat it all?”

“Hell yeah,I didn’t had this in years.” he smirks, taking a bite of everything and smiling with his eyes closed, almost as if he stepped into paradise the second those flavors invaded his mouth, “Fuck this is so good.”

Nicole giggles at her father’s antics, but opens her mouth to receive the apple puree at the same time, her mother just smiles at the scene and keeps her eyes on both of her favorite people in this whole wide world. Rooster is having a blast, Nicole is clearly enjoying herself but there’s more than that…it’s the fact that they were all here, in Virginia, in a place that was literally part of Rooster’s story and his parents as well.

She didn’t know why she was emotional.

Well, she did know why, it was also because of the twins but…it was so special. She hadn’t met Carole nor Goose, but she felt that Rooster was making her meet them through his eyes and…it was so sweet the way he was doing it. The first time they came they spent only a short weekend there, now they had a whole week and she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for them.

Bradley looks up from his food towards her, “Baby,” his face turns serious immediately, “What’s the matter?”

“Huh?”

“You are tearing up.”

“Oh,” she quickly wipes her eyes and sniffles,laughing nervously, “Sorry, the hormones are getting to me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she smiles after wiping Nicole’s lips with the adorable bib they gave to them - it had a tiny black bear on it - “I’m just happy to see you happy.”

Rooster’s mouth slowly turned into a smile, his cheeks darkening slightly - a hue of reddish orange on those high cheekbones of his -  and his eyes shining even more, not with tears but just…pure bliss.

“I’m just happy we are here.” she whispers, “I…I had no idea that you had a whole past with this place, Roos…it’s really nice,it really is.And the fact we are here as well, with Nikki…it’s special,it really is.” and she didn’t want to elaborate on that because she was already emotional, she didn’t need to cry more, ‘I just feel…honored? I guess that’s the word, that you brought us here.”

Bradley chews his food for a while longer, then smirks at her, holding his face on his closed fist, ‘There’s nothing like that. Baby, you are my girl.” another blush, darker this time, “And Nikki is our baby girl, I want you to enjoy a few things I did too. And if I’m able, then I’ll bring you along.”

“Well, it’s still special.”

“It is because you are here.” he adds softly, “Of course I have memories with my mom and very few with my dad…but when I bring you two- well four - along it’s because I think it’s time we…make our own memories.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, “Roos…that’s so cute.”

“I’m just bein’ honest. What I want this week is for us to have the best time of our lives, with Nikki and the dogs…and us of course.It’ll be an amazing New Year because we’ll be together for the…second time to enjoy it? Not being deployed helps a lot.”

Beatrice’s smile gets soft again and she tucks a few hairs behind her ear, “...you think you’ll get deployed when we get back, don’t you?”

“It’s very possible.” he mutters, “I hope it’s not too long, I’d want to see the twins but…I don’t know.”

A hard silence takes over after he says that, Beatrice knows that he didn’t want to think more about it, so she cuts the convo to something else, “Are there any other places you’d like ot tell me?” she finally takes a bite of her own tray, widening her eyes and covering her mouth with a hand, ‘...oh wow this is so good,Roos.”

“Ain’t it? I thought you’d like it.” he is so proud when he says that, tapping the back of his fork against his plate and thinking about it, holding his head up still, “...there are some, I really want you to see my old school, my old high school.”

“Why? You mentioned it before.”

He pauses, the constant tapping of the fork against his plate adding to the now comforting quietness that surrounded them - the gentle voice of Etta James echoed on the speakers around the restaurant - “I can’t say my high school life was good. It was doable, it was good to handle, but I really liked the structure itself. We had a lot of trees. A lot of them, there was one right before the gymnasium, it was huge and you could climb on it and hide there during lunch if you wanted.”

“Did you and your friends do that?”

“Sometimes. My coach was always very vocal about me training. He used to say I had chicken legs and- don’t you start.” she is trying to cover her laughter, proceeding to do so by chewing some cornbread and offering him a shrug, “...and that I had to fatten them up. Which was a lie, my legs were fine back then, not so different from now. Plus I was really good, he knew I could skip a few days…” he pauses and a horrified look appears on his face, “Oh God I think he had a crush on my mom.”

“What?”

‘Oh no,oh God that’s–that explains so much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips then inhaling deeply once he placed his palms against his face, “Ew, eugh,fuck…anyway, let’s focus back on what we should think about and not the sudden traumatizing memory that resurfaced, please.” he drops his hands to the table, holding out his fingers, “There’s also…the bar I used to go during college, uhhh, the park where I’d go with my dog - we can take the dogs and Nikki there if it’s not too cold.”

Beatrice smiles, a lot because of his previous reaction but mainly because of his suggestions, “Yeah,we can do that, no worries.” as long as they had a good time, there was nothing wrong with that “Oh!Can I see UVA?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah,I’ve only seen pictures online and I saw your graduation pic,” he looked so handsome, his mustache was already as thick then but longer and so was his hair, he looked like a surfer guy from the 70’s, “And it was so nice…please?”

His eyes softened, “When you ask like that, how can I say no?”

“Aaa!”

“And so does Nikki,” Beatrice smiles at their daughter who’s just slapping her little hands on the seat, there’s apple puree all over her face even if Beatrice cleaned her seconds before, “She wants to see where daddy got his education.” Nicole babbles more, as if agreeing and Beatrice just laughs at their daughter’s antics, “I just want to know more about you.”

“Well, you do know about me.”

“Yes,but there’s some stuff I only found out now…like how everyone thought you’d end up with a California girl.” she blushes with a sweet grin, one that makes his own heart jump in his chest, “I need to know all your secrets.”

“It’s not a secret, I just forgot.”

“Same thing.”

He huffs a laugh, then clicks his tongue, “Alright, alright…but only,’ he points his fork at her, “Because you are cute and I’m head over heels for you.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 137. brb x oc

a/n:short because i hurt my finger but it's nothing serious, JUST ANNOYING I HATE TYPING WITH BAND AIDS(reblogs and comments are supper encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

She knew he’d be quiet on the drive over, she knew that, but it still made her look his way with how silent he was. The song playing was quiet, so much so she couldn’t identify what it was.

Beatrice purses her lips, tapping her thumbs together as she looks around, seeing the same trees and buildings from the first time she came here with Rooster, all the while their daughter was happily chewing on her teething ring on the back seat.

The snow was light, but they knew it’d get worse as time went by so Rooster didn’t want to stay long there, especially because of both of his girls. Beatrice told him to take as long as he desired, that she and Nikki could stay in the car - even if the thought of leaving him alone in the cold was abhorrent to think about.

“I’ll be fine.” he replies as if he just read her mind, using his palm’s heel to turn the steering wheel as they got to the parking lot, looking at the mirror - smiling when he noticed Nicole’s little grin - and finally parking the car, “I don’t want either of you to be sick.”

“Well,I don’t want you to be sick either,Roos.”

“I know.”

Beatrice frowned because he turned the car off and remained inside, his hands on his thighs as he breathed in and out slowly, “...are you okay?” he nods, silently, running his fingers over the length of his mustache, a telltale sign of his nervousness or anger. Beatrice licks her lips, then slowly places her small hand on top of his, he immediately clutched it as if it was the only thing keeping him alive right now, “...we can stay here for a little bit.”

“Not too long.” he says, “The snow is going to get worse soon, I don’t want us to get stuck here.”

She had to admit that the thought of them being inside the car in the middle of a snowstorm wasn’t a soothing thought either, but she smiles softly, “Just a few seconds, handsome.” his lips quirked briefly over the nickname but he remained tense, “Just a few…do you wanna talk about something?”

“...I don’t know, not really I think.”

“Not really?’

Rooster laughs humorlessly, shaking his head, “I’m just having the same thoughts as before,gorgeous.” he mutters, ‘Just…a lot. All at once.” he rolls his lips into his mouth after he explains to her what was going on, then lets the back of his head touch the headrest of his seat, “I’m not upset for coming but I also…am?’

“Well, you miss them a lot.” she begins, “You’ve been missing them a whole lot more since Nikki was born.”

“And now we got the twins too.” he says, flicking his gaze to her stomach,”...I love Mav. I love him as my godfather, uncle and father figure…and I love Penny too, they are being the best grandparents that Nicole could have…but I sometimes wonder what it’d be like if my parents were here.” he mutters, looking up at the car’s ceiling and following the patterns on the dark surface, even running his finger along one as he kept his mind running, “I’m not being unthankful, I love both of them and I love how they want to be here for me and for Nikki but…its hard sometimes.”

“I know.’

“Especially because I know how my parents would’ve liked to meet you,meet Nikki and the twins…” he sighs again, then clenches his eyes with a shake of his head  before turning to Beatrice, “I’m okay.I swear.’

“Okay…” she kissed his cheek, “Whenever you are ready.”

He nods with his mouth tight, then pushes the door open to step out first, then walks towards Beatrice’s to open it for her. She loved how it was habit now and no matter how he was feeling, he always made sure to be there for her, “I could’ve opened it,Roos.” she whispered, touching his arm when he pushes it closed.

Her husband gives her a confused look, looking at her from top to bottom and arching his brow, “...why? You mad at me?”

“Huh?No!”

“I don’t mind doing it for you.’

“Well,yeah, but–” she sighs, “No, you are right. I shouldn’t have said it…plus I like when you do that…it’s very,” she blushes, “Chivalrous.”

That brought a sincere smile out of him and his chest puffed ever so slightly, “In that case.’ he turns to Nicole’s door, opening it and smiling at their daughter, “Allow me.” he unbuckles Nicole and kisses her cheeks as he cups her under the arms, nuzzling the little baby as he straightens himself, “She looks like a little burrito.”

That brown puffy jacket with the red details and the pink beanie really did make her look like a burrito. It was so cute that Beatrice couldn’t help but laugh as she grabbed Nicole from Rooster’s hands, “At least she’s warm.” she fixes Nicole’s little mittens, kissing those tiny fingers through the wool and tucking her to her side, “We’re ready.”

He closes the passenger door, then licks his lips, “Right, let’s go then.” he mutters, “I wanna get some flowers first, I don’t think there’ll be any real ones this time. It’s…really cold, you think my mom will forgive me?”

“Well you gave her real ones a few years back,I think she can let it slide.”

“Yeah…you are right. I might get some roses though, I think those are pretty nice.”

“Anything for your dad?’

“I can give him another angel statue, even though my dad liked flowers too, just…not as fancy as my mom.”

Beatrice smiles sweetly, adjusting Nicole on her arms, “Well,we can get him another one, maybe before we leave?’

“Yeah…I’d like that.”

Beatrice offers one of her hands to his, smiling when he brings it to his lips to kiss it and guide the two towards the cemetery. If the first time there were only a few people, now it was just empty, completely empty, devoid of anyone with the exception of a few of the staff. The snow later that day undoubtedly was the reason for the absence.

Nicole hugged on her mother’s neck, light eyes moving around curiously as they walked through rows and rows of mausoleums and graves, she made a little noise because of the few splotches of color she could see from the artificial flowers there.

Beatrice smiles at Nikki, then turns towards Rooster, whose eyes are still locked ahead, never losing focus and only stopping when they reach the graves. He is happy to see that the gravestones are pretty clean, all things considered, saved for a few straggler vines climbing from the bottom  towards the curves that formed his parents’ portraits, “Amazing how these still show up even in winter.”

“Do you need help?’ she asks when he crouches down, widening her eyes when he pulls out his gloves, “Roos!”

“I can’t feel them with the gloves, gorgeous.” he says matter of factly, a puff of air leaving his lips as he grunts, yanking some of the vines out, “I hate these, look, it’s like twine or some shit, it sticks on you.” he shakes his hands to get rid of the vines, then claps them together so the tiny leaves broke away from his skin, “Agh, and they smell awful.”

“Roos, your gloves, put them on, it’s too cold.”

“I will,I will.” he does eventually, after a few more seconds of silence, contemplating the gravestones and slowly standing to his feet, licking his lips with his frown forming, “....yeah, here we are.”

“Here we are.” she repeats, “You okay?’

“I’m…managing.” he chuckles dryly, “Could be much worse…much, much worse.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“No.” he says immediately, meeting her eyes, “No I want you to stay,gorgeous. I need you to stay..you and Nikki.” he pauses for a second, “C’mere, you are shaking.”

She was, but she chose to ignore it…until he offered his open arm towards her. She immediately nuzzled his side, both of their bodies creating a protective cocoon around Nicole who just gurgled happily at them, “This is nice, thank you.”

“You are welcome.” he coos,kissing her head, “...well, I think I should, um…” he laughs awkwardly, “Mom,dad, you remember Bea,right?” Beatrice blinked up at him when he says that, then focuses on the gravestones just like he was, “Well,I told you guys I loved her and,well,we are married…and this,” he nudges her a bit, gently prying Nicole from her arms to hold her up.

Nicole blinked a bit, confused about being taken from her warm embrace and looking down at the strange shapes just like her parents were, “This is Nicole Robin,” he smiles, “Say hi Nikki, this is your grandma,” he points to his mother’s grave, “And your grandpa,” then his father, ‘Here, let’s have a closer look.”

He crouches down a bit so Nicole can see their portraits, her light eyes moving from each picture curiously. She makes a little noise, then gestures to her grandfather’s picture, “Aa?”

“That’s your grandpa Nicholas.”

“Dada?”

Beatrice’s breathing hitches when she says that, placing a hand in front of her mouth and looking over towards her husband. Rooster just stared at Nicole, then back at Beatrice then towards the portrait…only to inhale shakily and clear his throat, “...no, that-that’s grandpa Nick. I’m dada.”

“Dada?” again, she looks at the picture, “Dada!”

And Beatrice knew that it was affecting Rooster more than she expected, because his brown eyes glazed over and he buries his face on Nicole’s neck, trying to hide the tears that were hanging on his lashes because that just…broke him. He heard how much he looked like his father so often that he just got used to it, but hearing from Nicole…clearly did something to him. “Roos?” he sniffles, muttering he’s okay, but Beatrice kneels next to him nonetheless, ignoring how the snow seemed to pierce through her pants but she didn’t care.

She hugged his torso the best she could, propping her chin on his shoulder and waiting until he said something again, “...damn.” she hears him say, sniffling, “Damn that…that really–fuck.”

“I know.”

“I just,” he laughs, pulling back from Nicole’s neck,”I mean…God,this….yeah….yeah it kinda broke me,huh?”

“It’s okay though.”

Rooster smiles softly, kissing Nicole’s forehead and then nuzzling her cheek, “Baby girl, that’s your grandpa,” he points again, ‘Grandpa Nick and grandma Carole,see?” he points to each gravestone, “They were amazing people…I wish you could’ve met them.”

“Aa?”

“Your grandma Carole would’ve probably just taken you away from us…and spent as much time as she could with you. Your grandpa, hell,he’d teach you how to fish now if he could. No need to wait until you are old enough to hold a fishing pole.” he chuckles, kissing her chubby cheek and slowly standing up, “And um,well, we also have two more surprises.”

Beatrice looks from Rooster to the gravestones and she says, quietly, “I’m pregnant…again.”

“Yeah, too soon if some people ask.”

‘And you two are the first ones to know!” she adds quickly, the wind moving her jacket as she says that, almost as if it was a reply to her comment, because obviously his parents couldn’t answer them even if they wanted them to, “So…yeah, we’ll have…three kids.” she looks over at Rooster with her eyes shining, “It’s…it’s really wild but we are happy and we are excited for them…right Roos?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he’s looking at her with so much adoration Beatrice feels herself about to cry - damn hormones - but she holds back, grabbing Nicole when he hands her over and fixing her little beanie. Nicole was still staring at the gravestones with enough interest to peak worry, but Beatrice didn’t mind because that’s how their daughter was.

She gestures to Goose’s gravestone again, something new, she never gestured at anything, “Dada.”

“She’ll probably call him that for a while.”Rooster adds, this time no tears on his eyes and his smile was fond, “Which I’m okay with, you know? It’s not so bad to be compared to my father in such a way.’

“Yeah…you okay?”

“I’m great.” he says honestly, his smile widening and his eyes appearing to glow, his cheeks dusting red because of the cold wind, “But we should go back, the weather is changing. I’m just gonna get the flowers and put it here, you two can wait in the car.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure.” he says, kissing her forehead this time, “I don’t want my girls getting cold and Nicole is already looking like a little red apple with those cheeks turning red.” he baby talks which in turn makes Nikki gurgle a giggle and reach for him, he couldn’t help but kiss those little mittens and then turn towards Bea. “I won’t take long.”

“I know you won’t.” she says, “I just don’t want you getting cold either.”

Rooster laughs quietly, tilting his head at her “You are cute.” he says, kissing her lips sweetly and hugging her by the waist, this time leading them away from the gravestones and towards the entrance to the cemetery, it’d be a long walk but it was good for them.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before he spoke again, ‘Thanks for joining me.”

“You know I’ll always join you.”

“Still.” he smiles, “You are too sweet, Bea. I know how much you hate the cold and yet, you kneeled on the snow to stay close to me.”

Her cheeks reddened, because of the weather and her own flushed state, but she grinned at him, “A little sacrifice that never hurt anyone.” albeit her knees begged to disagree and Rooster saw the damp spots on her legs, “Besides, we’ll go back to the cabin and the floors will be warm and I can heat up the cocoa too.”

“Sounds like a lovely idea.” he smiles, leading her to the car - she honestly didn’t even notice they got there already - opening the passenger door so she could stay inside, “Wait for me to put Nikki on her seat, until then, remain warm, both of you.” Bea nods, meeting him halfway to kiss him, laughing quietly against his lips when he gently swiped his tongue over her mouth.

“Roos!”

“What? I’m just kissing you.” he winks, kissing Nicole’s head and gently shutting the door, “I’ll be right back.” he waves at them as he walks away, Nicole never looking from him and keeping her little fists against the window as support until she could no longer see her father. Bradley inhaled deeply, digging his hands in his jacket’s pockets as he marched to the little shop outside the cemetery.

It wasn’t…that bad. He honestly felt stupid for being so nervous.

He was…thankful, about a lot of things. About their marriage, their kids, their life…and as much as he wanted his parents to be there with him, he knew they couldn’t - not physically at least - and he knew he had the best chosen family anyone could ask for. Sure, he could contact his aunt and uncle and let them know about his life…but they never once talked to him once he joined the Navy so…why would he?

Even if they were the last - living - connection to his mother, he didn’t really feel like it’d be wise to talk to them after so long. He’s okay, he’s happy, he’s able to give his family a comfortable life with the job he has and he’s glad he could always come back home, for them.

After buying the flowers, Rooster pulls his jacket close to his neck and walks back to the cemetery,well, he tries to. Was it not for something to stop him.

A goose.

An actual goose strolling in the middle of the rows, stopping right in front of him. He blinks in surprise, looking around in hopes he can find the rest of it’s flock but sees nothing…and when he sees a little yellow bird landing on a tree not too far from him he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, his eyes stinging. “...hi guys.” he whispers.

The two birds just stare at him for a little while longer, then flap away. The tiny yellow bird swoops closer to him, before following the lone goose up to the sky…and he could swear they just disappear in a blink of an eye before he could even say anything else.

But his heart feels even warmer when he makes the connection in his head.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 142. brb x oc

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She was quiet later that night, when they were both in bed, he had his back to her but he was fully awake. Beatrice’s hands wrung together on the top of the covers, he could hear the sound of her skin brushing against the fabric and the quiet muttering of…something.

He arches his brow, flitting his eye to the side - even if he couldn’t see her fully - and waits until she stops for a second so he could finally speak, “Babe?” she stops completely, like a little mouse that was ready to be attacked by a bird of prey, “What are you doing?”

“Noth-” she stops, then sighs, “I’m just…thinking about something.”

“Okay.” he turns around to face her, smiling at her, one of his hands coming up to brush over her pouty lower lip, a tsk making it’s way out of his mouth, “Oh,gorgeous, why are you pouting? You gonna make me kiss you.” she laughs weakly while scooting closer to him, letting him kiss her forehead and nuzzle her hair once she has her arms around his middle, “What are you thinking?”

“...I’m just scared.”

“About what?”

“...about…the pregnancy.” she whispers, “Ev told me she had…issues because of the flight and jetlag and stress and she mentioned if she was carrying twins it’d be much worse.”

Rooster’s hand on her cheek just kept touching her skin, the back of his fingers following the curve of her jaw and ending on her chin, thumb gently brushing over her lower lip, “...and you are worried.” he finishes it for her, only for Beatrice to not, almost ashamedly, “...baby it’s okay.”

“It’s not, I’m already paranoid.”

“You are worried,” he cups the back of her head so she could nestle her face on the crook of his, rubbing the back of her skull with his thumb, ‘And that’s okay, you know? If there’s one thing the babies will know is that they were looked after even before they were born.”

“Hrrrmmm…”

“Baby.”

“I can’t help it I–” she swallows, “I even called my aunt.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well,E-Evelyn wanted me to but I also…had to ask her a few things…”

-

She waits until her aunt picks up, biting the corner of her thumb and bouncing her legs because now her mind was just running miles per second and she couldn’t go back downstairs looking like a crazy woman ready to sob her eyes out. She didn’t want Rooster to worry too much. It was just a simple talk to get her aunt’s perspective on…whatever was going on, that’s all. She sighs,waiting for Martha’s soothing voice to reach her ear and once it happens, Beatrice’s head snaps up.

“Darling, hello, is everything okay?” of course she knew, “Your heart is troubled. But not because of Bradley.” oh my God. “What bothers you so greatly?”

Beatrice sighed, why beat around the bush? “Just…a friend of mine,who’s also pregnant-”

“Evelyn Simpson,yes I know.”

Ignore that,Beatrice, “Yes…so, she said something about–”

“The twins.”

“Zia,I want to finish the sentence b-but…yes,should I…should I be worried?”

She thought her aunt’s pause was too long, far too long, but it was only a few seconds. She hears Martha walk around with her dog’s claws clicking behind her. A door is pushed open and the sound of birds chirping reach her ears followed by the deep breathing from her aunt, “...Beatrice,I do not know that.” her niece deflates, “But what I do know is that your little babies, all of them, are very strong. You all are.”

“Well, yes,but-”

“Do not let the fear interrupt with this trip of yours,Beatrice. You two deserve a break and peace of mind,”that last part made Beatrice blink, “You’ll be more than okay, you are protected and loved by so many people…life will be complicated sometimes but it’s not enough to worry, do you understand?”

“...yes…yes I do.”

‘The two little ones inside you are okay, they’ll be okay. Please remember that, will you? You have Bradley, he’s your protector, he’s always been your protector.”

Again with the mystical words, Beatrice just sighed but nodded even if her aunt couldn’t see it ,”Yes…yes he is.” she rubs her wedding band with her lower lip in her mouth, “It’s just a bit scary, you know? I…I don’t want to lose sleep over it.”

“Then don’t. Trust yourself more. You are a good mother, were you not, Nicole wouldn’t be this amazing beam of joy. Hm?”

“...thanks Zia.”

“You are quite welcome,oh! Also, do not think about not doing what you planned to do, your husband won’t mind it nor he will feel bad about it.”

Beatrice takes a while to understand, then her mouth parts, “Wait how did you-”

“Arrivederci!”

-

Beatrice looks up when Rooster says nothing, meeting her husband’s brown eyes as he looks down at her, “I know, it’s…weird.” she didn’t say the final part of their conversation since it was…a secret and she didn’t want him to know about that yet, “But I just needed to talk to her.”

“Baby,I’m not judging you.” he smiles, “But how do you feel now? Do you still feel anxious?”

“Not so much.”

He smirks, kissing the top of her head and pulling her closer to him - being careful when he neared her stomach as he tugged her by the waist- and then presses their noses together, “Did she really call me your ‘protector?’” Beatrice nods, smiling at how his cheeks darkened so sweetly because of that “...I do feel that way.”

“That you want to protect me?”

“I mean, you don’t always need protection.I’ve seen what you can do.”

Beatrice blinks at him, then smiles more, cupping his cheeks, “I think she meant…when I’m having anxious thoughts or when I’m nervous, you are with me.Always. And you manage to calm me down too, always,’ his lips press a trail of kisses from her temple ot her jawline as she speaks, “And you are with me when I’m at my worst…I think that’s the type of protector you are…and you also can beat people up.”

“I can, but I’d rather not to.” he coos, sliding his large hands under her shirt, keeping his fingers between her shoulder blades, feeling the goosebumps form on her skin, “Because touching you is much more preferable.”

Beatrice laughs breathily, wrapping her arms around his neck tighter and leaning closer to him with her body relaxing, “I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“I still feel bad.”

Rooster’s head lifts from her shoulder to her face and he props it up with his hand - the movement making his bicep bulge up and stretch the fabric of his thin shirt, something Beatrice still snatched her vision to no matter how long they’ve been together. He smiles more, rubbing her chin with his free hand, “You are too sweet.” he whispers, “Too fuckin’ sweet,gorgeous. You know that,right?” her cheeks turn red over his words but her smile is gentle, almost too small for him to see, “You know you can share your burdens with me. No matter how bad they are.”

“...I know.”

“So don’t feel bad, I mean you can, but don’t feel bad because you can’t tell me about it,you hear?” she hums and he tilts her head up by cupping her chin, “Baby. You hear me?”

“I do.” she murmured, leaning into his touch as she sighs, “...Roos, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, pretty girl.”

“...what were you feeling the first time you flew?” she asks softly, running her fingers through his hair as smiling when he shuddered, nosing her neck and breathing in her lavender scent. He took a while to raise his head and think about how he’d reply, eventually propping his head up again as before and pursing his lips with his eyes looking to the side.

“I was…excited, happy and about to shit through my flight suit.”

“Really?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he chuckles, scratching his nose as he reminisces, “You know, the second I took everything in…I really almost cried, I was thankful for the helmet because holy shit,baby…it was something I wanted for so long and now that it was happening I was scared of fucking it up.”

He remembers how his hands shook when everything latched shut, when the sounds around him became muffled and how the sky appeared brighter and even more blue when he was high in the sky. He was shaking and tearing up, he was sniffling and ready to cry…but he chose to cry only when he was alone and safe from prying eyes. “It was the most amazing and craziest feeling ever.”

“...that’s amazing,Roos.”

“It was…It’s still amazing, my stomach still feels cold sometimes.” he chuckles, “Like I swallowed some…ice cube or something, but it’s a feeling I got used to. It’s still nerve wracking, I won’t lie to you, but it was…amazing.” he smiles down at her, “Why the question?”

“I don’t know,I…I never asked you I think.”

His smile softened as he tucks a few strands behind her ear, “I think it’s because you are feeling the same way.” he whispered, ‘Because of the twins. You are scared but excited and you wanted to find a way to connect what we’ve always wanted by finding common ground between us.”

The silence that took over was overbearing, but Beatrice stared up at him in surprise, “Damn, you are good.”

“I am your husband.” he snorts, “If I couldn’t read you, it’d be awful,huh?”

“It would…but you are right.” she hums, pressing her cheek to his bicep as she closes her eyes, one of her hands rubbing her stomach, “...you know, I’d be the first of my siblings to have twins.” she says, “...and…and I think it’s scary,Roos. You know how they can be, you know how much they’ll…hover and want to know more and…ugh…” she sighs, looking at her hands then back up at him, “I think I’m scared…of how I’ll be.”

“How you’ll react?”

“Yeah, I know my parents get it now, Nikki is our baby but…I don’t know,Roos. They might be worse than before.”

Rooster stares at her for a few seconds, head still propped by his hand as he adjusts himself on the bed, sliding up to his back was against the headboard, making him sit on the mattress, “C’mere.” he pats his thighs twice and she hurriedly makes her way over, sitting on his lap and placing her head on his chest as he wraps his arms around her. “...you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“More than I’d like.”

“...you know you’ll do fine,right?” he coos, kissing her scalp, “Your parents need to understand that,baby, there’s no other way to do it.”

“I know…” she pauses, “What will I do if–if you aren’t here? I-If you are deployed? I-I don’t want to bring it into reality.” she knocks the wooden headboard twice, then frowns, “But…w-what if?”

Of course the thought of being deployed came to his mind every now and again, it could happen, and the fact that it could more than likely occur as soon as they returned was something he much preferred to ignore. He inhales deeply, then licks his lips as he keeps her in his grasp, “...if that happens.” he’s not mad when he says it, he’d never be mad at her for something like that, “I’ll keep in contact with you as much as I can…you can message me as often as you like and I’ll try to reply quickly…okay? You're going to be fine even if I’m far away from you.”

“...okay.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me though, if I’m deployed.”

“I-I’ll try.” she laughs weakly, still resting her temple against his shoulder and sighing while closing her eyes, “It’s…it’s just something I thought about and…I don’t know. I know I can’t keep you here, I can’t tie you up–”

“Kinky.”

She swats his chest when he says it, but laughs alongside him, the comment breaking the tense atmosphere as she looks into his eyes, “...I’m serious,Roos.I can’t keep you tied up,I told you before I understand and I’d never get mad at you for leaving but…it’s just,I think the hormones are being kinda crazy right now.” she mutters, playing with the end of his shirt as she says that, then furrows her brows, “I don’t want you to worry about me either, okay?”

“Now that is gonna be hard because I’m not the one pregnant.” he cuts gently, then softens his gaze when she pouts again, “Baby…you are my wife, being away from you means I not only will miss you but I’ll miss our kids.” kids, plural, it felt so good to say that, “And…I hope I come back home before you give birth,I wanna see the co-pilots in person.”

“Co-pilots? Oh that’s cute.”

“Isn’t it? I thought about it this week.”

The two share another fond look before Beatrice snuggles closer to him, closing her eyes with a sigh, “...We’ll be okay.” she repeats his words, her aun’t’s words as well, “...we’ll be okay.” and her hand travels towards his, squeezing it the best she could since it was so much larger than hers. 

“Yeah,” he kisses her head, eyes locked on the falling snow outside the window, “We will.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 133. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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“Look at her, out like a light.”

Both of them were currently admiring Nicole who was passed out in her crib, the little onesie’s sleeves were covering her tiny hands as she was in deep slumber with her head turned away from her parents who just were at the door, Rooster behind Beatrice hugging her middle and with his chin on her shoulder, “She sleeps like you.” Beatrice comments, making her husband arch his brow and turn his head to face her, “It’s true, she has your little sleeping face.”

“My little sleeping face?”

“Yep.” she smiles, tapping the tip of his nose, “You look even cuter when you sleep.”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed but he smirked, kissing the curve of her jaw, “You are cute.”

“No you are.”

‘We’ll stay at this the whole night.” he laughs, straightening his back and towering over his wife, only leaning down to kiss the back of her head, “Come on, let’s leave them to sleep.” he refers to Nicole and her two companions who were already there, just as tired as she was. Spending time with your actual grandparents does that with someone. He rubs Beatrice’s shoulders for a little bit, then kisses her nape, “You okay?”

“Hm? Mhm,yeah.”

“No nausea?”

“No…after I met my aunt it just…disappeared.” she frowns, “She’s a weird lady,that one.”

“She just wants to help.”

Beatrice’s smile turns warm as she steps back from the room, turning on the wall light before the two walk down the hallway, her bare feet touching the wooden floor, “She does,it’s just…weird, you know. Strange. Your wife’s family is strange, are you sure you wanna stay?”

He snorts, because it was a hilarious question, “If you are trying to scare me away you’d need to try harder, gorgeous. You know I don’t back down from anything…and I’d always stay with my wife, you know why?”

Her smile widens as she lets him guide the two to their bedroom, “Why?”

“Because,” he coos, pulling her to his chest and then picking her up in one quick movement, so her legs wrapped around his waist and she laughed quietly, “I’m so crazy about her the only way I’d leave her was if she wanted me to.”

Beatrice cups his cheeks, kissing his lips softly as he carries her to their bed, gently settling her down to hover above her body, “Good thing she’d never want to.” she smiles, rubbing her thumbs over his cheekbones, then sighing softly, “...tonight wasn’t so bad.”

“It wasn’t.”

“And we got a lot of stuff.”

“We?”

“Okay,Nikki did.”

Beatrice giggles, still touching his face before letting her head drop to the mattress, eyes locked on the ceiling. Rooster holds himself up by his arms but doesn’t move, because he knows she’s thinking about something, she always had that little crease between her brows when she had to think.

He knew the night was a bit intense, even if it was good, she still had that little scare in the bathroom and of course there was her aunt’s cryptic message. He stood there, admiring her as she thought, and his heart only beat faster the longer he looked, he couldn’t help when his head dipped to touch the curve of her neck with a gentle kiss. Beatrice’s chest shook in a quiet chuckle, her arms wrapping around his neck, “Did you have fun?”

He hums against her skin, “Course I did.I always have fun with your family.”

“Hmmmm…even if they are crazy.”

“Even if they are completely nuts.”

Another laugh broke out of her and he joined in, before lifting his head up and meeting hers when their foreheads touched, “What are you thinking about,gorgeous?”

Beatrice blinks at him then looks to the side in thought, chewing the corner of her mouth, “...I think I’m just digesting everything. I’m thankful that the night went well, besides…everything, but I’m glad no one found out, even though my aunt definitely does.”

“Speaking of which, do you wanna open the gifts? It's already midnight.”

“...we might as well.” she says, sitting up on the bed when Rooster pushes himself off of her, walking out of the room to grab the tiny boxes. He turns them in his hands for a few seconds, then hands them over to her, “She didn’t say anything about this one,” she refers to the one on her left hand, “So I think we can open it together.”

“Alright.” he sits back down on the bed as she pulls the ribbon that kept it closed, the paper immediately parting to reveal a wooden box with golden details. He keeps his eyes on Beatrice’s reaction, seeing how her eyes widen, “Do you know what that is?”

“Oh she definitely knows I’m pregnant.” she laughs almost desperately, pulling the papers off and then setting the tiny box on her lap, “Yes,I know what this is…wow I haven’t seen this in…years? But this is basically my nonna’s um…how do I say it, my nonna’s little blessing box.”

“Blessing box?”

“I don’t know how to explain it to you but basically,” she clicks it open, “She had our names here,before we were born and she used to,I don’t know…do witch stuff on it so we could be healthy the second we were out of the womb.” she looks inside the box for a few seconds, seeing some flower petals scattered on the bottom, bringing it up to her nose, “...I think those are my nonna’s flowers.”

“Really? After so long?”

“After she died, my dad and his siblings got some of her stuff. I’m not surprised my aunt got her little blessing box.” she furrows her brows, moving the petals around until she finds something, a tiny piece of paper wrapped in white twine, pulling it open to reveal a congratulation letter in her aunt’s writing, “...yeah she knows.” she murmurs, “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Bea moves the box a bit more then tilts it to the side, revealing something else in there, “Oh, this is sweet, she made little bundles for them.” 

Rooster knew what a bundle was since Beatrice gave him one, which by the way wasn’t withering at all, it was still as colorful even if time went by, but this one was different. It had lavender on it followed by daisies and daffodils, “Did she make two?”

“Three,” she says, “Another one for Nicole.”

“...so she really knows huh.”

“She does…well,I mean, it’s for protection. And for good health, daffodils are the first flower to bloom in the springtime. It makes sense she’d add these for the twins and carnations for the three of them.” she smiles, her heart swelling as she thanks her nonna mentally followed by her aunt, “Anyway, I’m going to keep these here,Nikki can’t have strange smells around her yet.”

“Fair enough.”

She clicks the box shut, placing it on her nightstand before turning to Rooster’s gift, “Well, now yours.” she repeats the process by opening and letting the paper part on it’s own. The box wasn’t that different from the other with the exception of the rooster ingrained on the wood, surrounded by what she could only assume were alive trees, “Oh, huh.”

“What?”

“Of course she’d know your callsign,I never told her.” she hums, “...Roosters are a symbol of good luck, protection and prosperity. My nonna had a few ones growing up, even when she had my dad and his siblings.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I should’ve shared with you before.”

“Nah, don’t worry,” he smirks, part of him really happy to know that, “So…do you just give it to me?”

“I…I think so?”

Rooster holds both of his hands up, palms facing Beatrice and she places the small box on them. He checks the weight, hearing something clatter - two things, if he wasn’t wrong - shaking a bit more and then smiling, “I wonder what it could be.” he opens it with a click, much like she did, then tilts his head to the side, “Okay? There’s some flowers here, a tiny colorful rooster and a…pepper?”

“A pepper?”

“Yea.” he picks it up, showing it to her, it was an elongated shape with a twisted bottom, looking like a red pepper. Beatrice blinks, then she leans closer to take a better look.

“It’s not a pepper.” she says softly, “It’s a cornicello.”

“A what?”

“A cornicello,a corno, a horn.” she pays attention to the golden base and the way it was shaped like a small crown, “It’s…a symbol of protection, it protects against evil eye. And it could be considered as a talisman for fertility and virility too.”

He raised his brows with a smirk, “...well,good to know.” but his wife didn’t smile, in fact she kept looking at the talisman with her eyebrows slowly lowering to a frown, “What?”

“She put a cornicello and a rooster.” she points out, “...two roosters if you consider the box…why? That, doesn’t make sense…”

“Maybe she just wants me to be luckier than I already am.”

“I guess but…I think…” she picks the tiny rooster in her hand, it was hard porcelain with a hoop on it’s crest, wings in blues and yellows with dots of red, “...I don’t want to overthink things, because you usually give one to people.”

“Maybe this one is yours.”

“Huh?”

“Well, this little guy,” he taps the tiny rooster, “It’s yours, maybe she wanted to give it to you because, well I love you and you are my favorite gift.”

Only him to turn this entire situation into a flirt.

Beatrice’s cheeks turned red and she laughed softly, turning the small pendant in her hands, “Maybe? It’d make sense.” she looks down at the tiny rooster then back at her Rooster. He was looking at the cornicello curiously, turning it in his hands, checking the silver crown at the base by bringing it close to his eyes, “You can add that to your um, little bundle.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you can use the twine on it to wrap it all up.” she says, “I don’t think you can add it to your dog tags, I don’t think the chain would go through it.”

“I’ll figure something out…any reason why your aunt got these but wanted you to give it to me?”

“Beats the hell outta me,Roos.’ she shrugs, “My aunt…is a confusing woman, as you well know…but maybe it’s because it’s a double blessing.”

Rooster had to admit that he was never a spiritual guy to that point. His mother, maybe, she had her own beliefs but they never shared stuff about it. But Bea’s family, not only it was a big family but they came from a very spiritual country, they were different and he felt like it was a breath of fresh air. They didn’t order him to believe anything, like these amulets and the bundles, they were gifts meant to protect him and his family.

He didn’t mind it, honestly.

Because somehow, it made him feel even more like he belonged with the Schiavoni.Like it was meant to be.

“Maybe…anyway.” he turns the cornicello in his palm before yawning, “We should sleep and open the rest of the presents tomorrow,huh?”

“Yeah, you are right,I’m spent.” she gently places the talismans back inside the box and clicks it shut, “Do you want to shower first? I can wait.”

“Yeah, sure.” he smiles, sleepily, “I’m seeing double, gorgeous. If I try to kiss you now I might kiss your chin, so,” he just touches her cheek with his huge hand before standing up, unbuttoning his shirt, “I won’t take long.”

“Okay.” Beatrice smiles from the bed, then looks down at the box with her brows furrowed.While clearly welcome, she didn’t know why her aunt pulled two protection amulets and gave it to them, and her aunt knew things…but the question was, what is it that she knows?

It still feels weird to mention it to Bradley how mystical and mysterious her family is, she hadn’t even told him about the time her aunt managed to call an entire flock of sparrows to eat by her feet or the time her nonna tossed some salt on the door and the neighbor that no one liked couldn’t step inside even if she was forced to.

And yes, Beatrice did have her moments, but she didn’t tell him.

At least she wasn’t hearing disembodied baby voices anymore,right?

Right.

Beatrice sets the boxes on the nightstand and waits, keeping her eyes open the best that she could and then choosing that maybe she could hold her head up with a hand, and maybe she could close her eyes a bit…and maybe she could lie on the bed because her back was getting uncomfortable.

And maybe she could nuzzle the pillow,make up be damned, she had a setting spray for a reason.

In the end she ended up napping for a few minutes, just enough for Bradley to walk out of the shower smelling like rustic vanilla and smiling the second he saw her curled position on the bed. He sighed softly, approaching the bed so he could climb behind her, nuzzling her nape and kissing her skin, “Baby…” he calls, “Baby…wake up.”

She didn’t, just inhaled softly and curled herself even more. ‘Baby, aren’t you going to shower?”

“Hrrmm??”

“Shower, I’m finished with mine.”

Beatrice’s brows furrowed and she opened her eyes, trying her best to keep her eyes focused on Bradley once she opened them. She licked her lips, “I fell asleep.” he nods in agreement, kissing her cheek, “I think I dreamed a bit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” she mumbles, “I think…I don’t know,I’m confused. Do I have to get up?”

“I can carry you,” she immediately stretched her arms towards him, clearly not different from Nicole’s, making grabby hands at her husband with her eyes closed, “Alright.” he slides his hands under her body, “Hold my neck.” she immediately does, hugging his neck and smiling when he holds her up with ease, taking her to their bathroom.

“I can’t believe how easy it is for you to carry me.” she murmurs, “I’m not small.”

“You are perfect sized.” he cuts her off gently, “And you are light as a feather,I can carry Payback easily.”

“Wait, when did you carry Payback?”

“Oh, this was before I met you. He can’t handle tequila well and he threw up all over the floor and Jake refused to pick him up and everyone else was wasted,so.” he shrugs, “I was the chosen one.”

Beatrice blinked sleepily at him, “I think it’s good I won’t remember this once I wake up tomorrow,right?”

He chuckles, “Yep.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 155. brb x oc

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During their visit to the clinic,Beatrice clenched the magazine in her hands while her leg bounced anxiously. Three couples entered before they did, the clinic was full to the brim. So much so that they had to take the window seats because every other seat was taken, especially the ones closest to the door.

Bradley had Nicole on his chest, their little daughter was busy chewing her teething ring while holding the hand keeping her close to him, while his other hand held onto Beatrice’s, fingers interlaced and his thumb brushing over her knuckles ever so gently.

“Baby,calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

Rooster just chuckles as he looks over towards Beatrice, her green eyes locked on the same page for almost fifteen minutes now, “You must’ve really liked that dress.” he nods towards it, “Considering you haven’t changed the page in a long time.”

She just blinked in surprise, because she didn’t even notice what she was looking at after all “Oh.” she flapped the magazine closed and sighed heavily, using her free hand to rub  her face, “I feel like I’ll throw up any second but I’m not nauseous, why am I so anxious?” he opens his mouth to reply but she answers her own question, ‘Because this is a complicated pregnancy and I just want everything to go right-”

“Baby.”

“-and I’m also hiding this from our family members and I feel really guilty because they have no idea and-”

“Bea.”

“-and if they find out and get angry? I mean, it’s twins and-” Rooster’s lips connect to her cheek and she immediately stops, leaning into him and finally dropping her head to his shoulder, “I’m babbling.”

“A little, even looked like Nikki for a second,” their daughter gurgles happily in reply, “But you are nervous and it’s okay to be, you know? It really is…I’m nervous too,gorgeous.We are in the same boat.’

“Hrmm.”

“We’ll be alright.” he follows the couple who just walked out with his eyes, then turns towards Bea, “One more and then it’s us.”

“Okay.”

“You can keep holding my hand,I don’t mind.” he smirks, squeezing her hand for emphasis, which makes Bea smile and squeeze right back, rubbing his thumb with her own as they looked towards the many posters and pictures on the wall, eventually deciding to watch some tv. It was some reality show, they weren’t the biggest fans of any kind of stuff like that  but it was entertaining trying to guess what it was about.

All the while Beatrice squeezed her husband’s fingers every time she felt scared or nervous, or her mind just whispered fears repeatedly. Beatrice breathed in and out so slowly that Rooster had to look over and check if she was still okay.

She was, but her eyes were closed and the one hand on her lap was curled into a fist.

Bradley smiles gently, bringing her hand to his lips,  “Wanna hear something?”

Her eyes snap open in surprise, “Huh? Oh,um, sure.”

“I was part of a bet.” he says, “For the very first time since I’ve known those dumbasses,I was part of a bet.”

Beatrice blinked at him, owlishly so, then parted her lips only for her brows to furrow. Her husband? Betting? Wait, was he gambling- no. Rooster wouldn’t. God her brain was all over the place, “...what?”

“I made a bet that Jake’s kid is going to be a boy.” he smiles, “Not because I don’t think they can't have a girl but…I just feel it’ll be a little boy.”

“Oh.” she relaxes on the chair, the image of a blondish little boy with Evelyn’s eyes and skin tone appearing in her brain and she couldn’t help but smile once he showed up, “Well, it can be. They’ll have the first ultrasound next month after all. Evelyn wanted to wait more and make sure, um-” the reason for her absolute turmoil returned and she groans, deciding that right now she wasn’t going to think about it, no, that was NOT going to happen.

She wanted to have the ultrasound with her mind clear and heart light, this was not going to be the day the goblin inside of her growled words again. “Well, if it helps I think it’ll be a boy too.” she whispers, chuckling a bit to herself.

“What?” he asks once she starts laughing. “What’s funny?”

“I just…remembered something…” she smiles more, rubbing his hand, “That me,Shells and Ev talked about a few years ago.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

-

“I don’t think I’ll have kids.”

Both Evelyn and Beatrice looked up from their notebooks to see Shells lying upside down on her bed with the pen between her teeth. The tallest of the group just stared at her in confusion, then shrugged once she said nothing else, “...and?”

“I dunno,can you imagine me being a mom?”

“I don’t know how this came up but now I’m curious.” Evelyn closes the book, “And my head hurts from studying.” she even tossed the book aside and crossed her arms as she leaned back against the wall, “What exactly brought this on?”

“You remember Sydney?”

“From Prof.Russell’s class?” Beatrice asks, closing her own notebook as well,and crossing her legs on the floor as she sits next to Evelyn, “What about her?”

“Sooo,she’s preggos.” Shells says, “With child,carrying the bean, ready to bring another soul to this world.” Shells turns towards the two, “She and her boyfriend are like, all excited talking about it and they even talked about leaving Northride to take care of the baby.”

“I mean, it makes sense.”Evelyn says, “Babies are hard work,Shells.”

“Which is why I’ll never have a child. Maybe I’ll adopt, but have one biologically? Nah.”

The two women shared a knowing look, they were aware why Shells wouldn’t want to have a child considering….everything that happened in her past and the one reason that Shells didn’t like talking about any other motherly figure that wasn’t her aunt, “Is that right?”

“Yes.” Shells then lies on her stomach, propping her chin on top of her folded arms as she looks at the two, “What about you guys? You want kids?”

“I’m not even thinking about them,right now.” Evelyn says as she stretches her arms, “Honestly I just wanna graduate,get a job and pay my loans, that’s all I want.” 

“Yeah,same here.” Beatrice whispers, ‘My uncle pays well but it’s not…a lot. I’m saving money until I can move out to a better place as soon as we finish here.” Beatrice says, hugging her knees, “Besides,I don’t think I’ll have kids within this lifetime.”

“Don’t start,Babes.” Shells warns, “You know we hate when you talk like that.”

“Well…it’s true.A relationship and…stuff like that is the last thing in my mind Shells. I mean, of course I want it and dream of it but…dreams are there for a reason.” she mutters, playing with the rips on her jeans instead of looking at her friends.

Evelyn frowned, hugging the brunette sideways as she laughs softly, “I’m okay,Ev.”

“Still, you were talking shit about yourself.”

“And we,” Shells begins, “Are you friends, can’t have that.”

“...okay.” Beatrice smiles shyly, playing with her hands, “I mean…thank you.”

Shells however, surprised them again when she broke the comfortable atmosphere to say, “I think Bea will have….a girl first, and Ev too. You’d have two girls.”

“I doubt it.”

“Must thou doubt my wisdom,Simpson?”

“Yes,always.”

The blonde huffed, sitting on her knees and crossing her arms, “I just think you two are more… mom material than me. I think you two will absolutely have kids as soon as it’s possible and,” she plucks her shirt, “You’ll make me the godmother of both of them.”

Beatrice laughs while Evelyn rolls her eyes, going back to her previous position of leaning against the wall while arching her brow, “Would we? I mean, what type of idea is that?”

“A great one. I’m fun,” Shells says, spreading her fingers, “I’m crazy,” both girls nod at that, ‘I can beat someone up to defend the little babies and probably not get arrested. And I could also teach them how to surf.”

“You…don’t know how to surf,Shells.”

‘Bea, babes, honey…details. No one cares about that, it’s the aesthetic that counts.”

Evelyn just laughed again, this time her face got neutral and her eyes were locked on the wall in front of her. The three of them, in Bea and Shells’ dorm, having this conversation was so strange but it wasn’t so out of place that they couldn’t talk about it. They all have dreams and they knew how much they wanted Bea to be more vocal about hers - even if she didn’t believe they’d happen. “Alright.” the other two looked at her as she grabbed her notebook to rip the last page, “Let’s see then, Shells, you said girl right?”

“Yeah…?” the blonde tries to see what their friend was doing, “What are you writing?”

“Let’s see who’s right when it happens.” Evelyn says,”I think Bea will have a girl first,and I’ll have a boy….you’ll have a boy too, biological or not.” Shells just smirked, waiting for Beatrice’s turn with a knowing look, ‘Now it’s your turn,Bea.”

“M-me?”

“Yes,babes. Come on…” Shells whisper like the little devil on her shoulder, “Think about it.”

“I-i…I mean I don’t–” but both women were just smiling sweetly at her…so much so that Beatrice sighed and then thought about it for a few seconds, “...I’ve always wanted to have a little girl. But,I honestly don’t care about gender too much? You can leave it blank if you want Ev.”

“I’ll do that.”

“And…well, it'd be nice I guess.” she whispers, playing with her fingers, “Have…someone that’d want that as well, it’d be…really cool.” 

“Maybe when it happens,we’ll have to check if we were right.”Evelyn chuckles, folding the paper and hiding it in her notebook, patting the cover for good measure, “We’ll have to check by then.”

-

“I think they all forgot about it.” Bea smiles sweetly, playing with her wedding ring, “I’m the only one who remembers everything she wrote down.”

“Why’s that?”

She laughs humorlessly, looking away from him, towards the window and to the graying clouds outside, “I think because I never thought I’d have that for real? Who knows,my mind was so messed up back then that it’s hard to explain what was going on inside, you know?”

Rooster’s eyebrows lowered and his mouth downturned as soon as those words left her mouth. If there was one thing he still couldn’t handle nor understand, was the fact that Beatrice was single for so long ever since she and ‘he who shall not be named’ broke up. Was he glad he could call her his wife every single day? Yes. Always

Was he even happier that this woman was also the mother of their baby girl and the growing twins inside of her? Yes.

“,,,mnaybe you should see if Evelyn still has that notebook…and compare things.”

“See if I was right?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” he kissed her forehead and nuzzled her hair, ‘I love you,gorgeous. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” she mutters a ‘don’t make me cry’ as he says that, but before they could continue their conversation, their names were called. Both of them looked up - well, the three of them did - and Rooster gave her his hand so he could lead them to the little room.

He stood a few steps behind as Beatrice repeated the process from a few weeks ago, he sat on the same chair and held Nicole almost the same way as before, but their little girl was a lot more curious and loved paying attention to the many colorful lights and beeps in the room.

Beatrice looks back at him once she lies down, holding his hand tightly as he brings the chair closer. She smiles when his lips touch her knuckles, followed by Nicole’s gentle babbling. Her eyes close for a brief second as everything is settled, a sharp intake of air slipping through her gritted teeth as the cold,viscous gel touched the navel, “God that’s so cold.” she whispers to Rooster, “I forgot how cold this was.”

“You okay?”

“I am.Do you see anything?”

He looks back to the screen that only shows blobs of gray and white, ‘Nothing yet.” he does keep his eye on it though, ready to let his wife know as soon as he sees anything at all. It takes a little while but soon enough they could hear the quick heartbeats of two hearts, fast, and loud.

“Well,” the female doctor smiles, “They are more than okay, that’s a very good heartbeat. And,” she points to the screen, “There, you see? We can see more of them now.”

Both Rooster and Beatrice looked to where she was pointing, Nicole stopped chewing her teething ring to pay close attention just like her parents were. There were two ‘beans’, bigger than before, facing one another. The one on the right was a bit higher than the one on the left and the doctor chuckled, “Okay, do you guys want to know the gender?”

Rooster looks at Bea, who bites her lower lip but nods, ‘Yeah, we would.” he replies, kissing her temple, muttering how good she was doing, “Is it easy to check?”

“Well, they are in a funny position, but it’s not hard.” the lady chuckles, “Okay, the one on the left…from what I can see, it’s a little boy. And the one on the right, well, looks like you guys will have another baby girl.”

“A boy and a girl?” Bea repeats, “Really?”

“Well, we’d need a few more sessions to be sure, but right now it’s surely seeming that way.” there’s some moment from the babies, almost as if they could hear them talking about the twins, “But as you know, we need to keep an eye on you. Multiple pregnancies like this can be risky but you are doing well so far. Do not stress yourself too much.”

“Oh,haha,I…I’m going to try.” she smiles weakly but then turns towards Rooster, ‘...so I guess Gavin and Aurora are on the way, if everything goes as planned.”

“Yep. How do you feel?”

“....a bit…” she frowns, “Um…a bit shocked but not really? And you?”

“Same as you, with a bit of happiness.” he rubs her hand gently, ‘You are doing good.”

“Hrm.”

“You are, they are both okay. And Nikki is happy, aren’t you Nikki?” their daughter gurgled a laugh and clapped her tiny hands, just joyful to see her parents smiling so much, ‘...you do know we need to tell them now,right?’

“I do.”

“Any idea how?”

“...honestly,” she huffs a laugh, “We better just…tell them right ahead…do you think Mav is really going to faint?” “Oh yeah,” he snorts, “Absolutely.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 138. brb x oc

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She always wondered how exactly that amount of snow just plowed down in a matter of seconds, because as soon as they put the car in the garage and walked inside it happened, and she couldn’t see anything when she looked out the window. 

For someone who had only seen snow very few times, Beatrice never stopped being amazed by this weather. How could she loathe and love it at the same time? The San Diego native in her begged for the sun, the beach, the smell of the ocean and the minimal layering of clothes when leaving the house…but the other part,maybe the part that only showed up because of Rooster, just loved seeing that amount of snow piling up.

Was she still cold? Yes.

Was she still having issues about the amount of layers needed to just get out of the house? Yes.

But she could handle it, her body still had issues getting used to the cold but it was much better than last time. “Hey,” she turns her body when she hears his deep voice calling, a folded towel on his hands, “How are your knees?”

“Huh?” she completely forgot she kneeled on the snow back at the cemetery. But now that she remembered, a jolt of discomfort darted from her knees up to her spine, making her wince, “OH um…hurting a little.” she mutters, looking down at her pants and the wet spots that got smaller because of the heat inside the cabin, “What’s that?”

“A warm towel.” he smiles, “You can lie down on the couch, take your pants off and I can put this on you.”

Beatrice stared at him for a few seconds, then narrowed her eyes, “Wouldn’t a blanket help too?”

Rooster pursed his lips, holding the towel tighter in his hands, “Sure,” he begins, “But that’s not going ot heat up that specific spot only.” and his eyes drop down the length of her body, smirking at her when she just blushed hard and gave him an amused eye roll,laughing at him and nodding. “You can stay on the couch.”

“Not on the bed?”

“Nah, here is fine.”

She narrowed her eyes even more, but hooked her thumbs on the elastic of her pants, gently tugging it down once she’s away from the window - even if no one could see them from the outside, it was still…strange to do that in front of a glass. “What are you planning?”

“I just want you to be warm.”

“On the couch.”

“Yeah.” and he ended with that, smirking even more at her and following the sway of her hips with his eyes, “It’s going to be alright.”

“Mhm.” Beatrice didn’t believe him, but that couch was really nice and maybe it’d be better than going all the way to the second floor and the master bedroom. She does sit on the couch with only her underwear on, watching as he gently drapes the warm towel over her knees. She winces a bit, the sudden thermal shock making her tendons clench with discomfort, “Ow.”

“Everything okay?’

“Hurts a bit.” and then he pulls the blanket, out of nowhere, and puts it over her as well, slipping his hands on both sides of her, tucking the thick fabric around her body as if she was a burrito herself, “...oh.” he arches his brow at her, “Oh I thought…” he kisses her forehead as she snuggles onto the blanket.

“Thought what?”

“Something…that you’d do…when it involves me and I’m only using underwear.”

He laughs, throwing his head back before kissing her nose, pressing their tips together and grinning at her red face, “Later.” he coos, “I want to warm you up first,I can draw a bath for you too.” 

“You don’t have to,I can take a shower later.”

“Hm…you sure?” she nods while bringing the blanket to her jawline, burying herself into the soft couch. Rooster smiles, plopping down next to her on the opposite end of the couch - Beatrice wastes no time in putting her feet on top of his lap, swooping the end of the blanket to trap it under her legs. Rooster just grins, placing his hand on top of her calf bone to rub it soothingly through the thick covers.

Beatrice, face partially hidden by the blanket, just blinked at him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” he says softly, ‘...I’m…glad we went there.” he begins, still rubbing her calf, “I thought I’d be so nervous but…well,I was, but it was easier to handle, you know?”

“I’m glad to hear that,Roos.”

“Yeah.” he inhales shakily, dropping his head to the back of the couch, eyes following the lines of the cabin’s ceiling, “Nikki is asleep, just a little cabbage all wrapped up in the crib…and the dogs are enjoying how warm that place is too…and Jojo is on your bed.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you wanted to stay down here.”

“She looks so cute,I’d hate to wake her up.” he says softly, “Let her have a little fun, that bed is amazing.” he grins, sighing again, “I also wanted to talk to you…you know, just the two of us.”

“Just talk?”

“I mean…for now.”

They shared a laugh, the crackling of the fire only making the comfort of their surroundings wrap them into another warm invisible blanket making them scoot even closer to each other with his touch on her leg climbing up to her thigh but never moving further from there. Beatrice had to admit she was happy to see him…calm and relaxed and…just at peace. He looked at peace, coming here - to Virginia - and seeing his parents’ graves meant a lot to him.

And now that he had Nikki, undoubtedly he’d make it a habit, any time he could. “...you look better.” she whispered, “From early morning, you know? You look relaxed and…just happy…you look fulfilled.”

Rooster chuckles softly, then inhales, “...I have you to thank.” he smiles, “I don’t know if you know that, but your support has helped me a lot,baby.”

“I try my best.”

“I know.” he smiles at her, rubbing her thigh, “And I appreciate it so much, gorgeous. You know how much I do. You are just…an angel. You truly are…and I-” he leans down to kiss her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, “Love you for it.”

Beatrice’s cheeks were still red when he pulled back and her giggling was only muffled by her hands when she covered her face, “I’m all red!” she squeaks, blushing even harder - he could see it on the parts of her face where her hands couldn’t cover. Bradley just grins more, falling back against the couch and keeping his hand on her leg for a while.

What a day it was, and it was still morning. 

He wondered what other things they could do this week before the New Years, in fact he knew there were things they could do, he promised he’d take her to a few of his favorite places…maybe his old high school? Is that place still up? It was already old back when he got in, maybe they destroyed it to create something new in place…either way, he could look it up.

Of course that with the snow they didn’t have much to do, it was obvious, but he could figure something out. Beatrice would like anything, as much as she hated the cold they could manage something. “...baby.” he calls and she looks back at him with a little smile, “Oh,I thought you were asleep.”

“Not yet. What’s up?”

“I was just thinking what we could do when,well,” he gestures to the window and the snow falling outside, “This stops. Before the New Year,I mean.”

Beatrice blinks, “Well,I mean, skating is out of the list.” she drops her eyes to her stomach, “For obvious reasons.”

Bradley smiles at her stomach, then lowers himself just enough so his ear rests on it, Bea parts her legs so he’s more comfortable in there. Her hands came up to touch his hair, gently brushing through the sandy brown strands as he remains there, just trying to listen something…there was nothing that he could hear yet, but it was more than welcome to see him being so loving.

“Anything?”

He narrows his eyes, then purses his lips, ‘No, nothing, but maybe I heard a hi on the lower left.” Beatrice laughs again, still combing his hair as he sighs, keeping his cheek on her stomach, “Are you okay,though? No nausea?’

“Nothing yet.” she says, which was true, she feared the trip was going to make her feel sick but it didn’t. She just felt jet lagged,nothing more thankfully, “Nor cravings, I’m okay. I feared I’d get sick too but, I’m glad I didn’t.”

“I know,gorgeous.” he smiles, kissing her stomach, “But you will tell me if you do,right?’

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” he smiles, leaning up to kiss her lips sweetly, once, twice, three times, and then keeping his forehead against hers, “You are so pretty, ain’tcha?” and that accent made her melt immediately. Bradley’s accent rarely came out but she adored whenever it did. It was so charming, like those…old movies where the cowboy fell in love with the fancy lady, the ones her father loved to watch.

“Roos.”

“Prettiest girl ever.” he smirks, “I might take you out on a date, what do you think?”

“A date?”

“Yep…as in I’ll prepare us dinner and we’ll enjoy it with the dogs and Nikki.”

Beatrice chuckles softly, touching his cheek with her smaller hand, “I’d never say no to a date with you.” she whispers breathily, feeling like this was just their very first date again. Almost four years together and they were still…like they were. She used to think those things never worked in real life, in fact she just assumed Hollywood created this fake idea of love…and then she met Rooster who could literally be the personification of romance in a very handsome,sexy body. 

“Never?”

“Never. You are too romantic for me to say no…plus, I love you.”

His own cheeks flushed just the tiniest bit, his tongue wetting his lips before he kisses her again, “Love you too.” he pushes himself to his feet however, then points at her once he reaches the threshold “I’m gonna set something up for us for lunch, anything in mind?”

“Hmmm, no. Surprise me.” 

“That I can do.”

Once he’s out of her view, Beatrice snuggles deeper into the couch and the pillows as she gets comfortable. Her hand only leaves the confines of the blanket to check her phone and see if she got any messages. Of course their friends and family weren’t going to annoy them there, but Beatrice knew they’d message them in some way,shape or form.

And she was right because she got a message from Evelyn, who didn’t want to bother the two at all but she let Beatrice know they were going to find the baby’s gender this week. She also said that Jake’s mom really wanted to know so there was no point in stalling, “...wow she’s three months along already?” she questions herself, then looks down at her own stomach, counting the time on her fingers with her brows going up, “I think this is the highest number of Military babies in less than a year.”

“What?”

“Oh,um,nothing! Just talking to Ev! She’s going to check the baby’s gender this week!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” she pauses, dropping the phone to her lap, “Do you…want to know the twins’ gender, just like we did Nicole’s?”

Her husband takes a while to reply and instead of shouting he appears on the hallway with his long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a bowl nestled on the crook of his left arm. He purses his lips, then shrugs, “I don’t know…do you want to?”

“I mean…if you do?”

“...gorgeous,we’ll stay at this for hours.” he laughs, “I mean,I don’t care? We’ll just…raise them the same regardless of what they are,so, of course there’s the need to check on their health…we don’t have to worry about that.”

“I guess so.” she frowns a bit, interlacing her fingers on top of her stomach, her feet moving lazily under the covers, “Do you have any…thoughts? Of what we’ll see?”

“Babies.”

“Rooster.”

“I mean,If I’m honest,” he laughs, holding up a hand, “I’m gonna wait until the bets start, you do know the guys love trying to figure out our life.” he pauses, looking to the side, “Even before we even got together too.”

Beatrice smiles a little bit wider, her cheeks red as she moves her feet under the blanket back and forth, “You wanna wait then?”

“If that’s okay with you, I mean,we still have to tell people and since we want the pregnancy to go smoothly, I don’t see why not.” 

She sighs with a little grin, closing her eyes and setting her head on the pillow, “You are right, I don’t really wanna worry about that right now, but I was just thinking…I mean, that means that Ev is three months along.” she begins, “And that she’ll know soon so the baby will be born in…um…maybe June?”

“I think so? It’d make sense with all things considered.”

“And the twins, if everything goes well, will be born in…” she mutters the numbers under her breath, “April or may?” she blinks, “i need to check and be sure so we can set the new nursery too- oh my god we are going to need a new nursery Roos.”

Bradley’s smirk only widens, “I mean, yeah.” 

“Hrrmm!”

“Baby, please, it’s okay…now,” he disappears on the corner of the threshold, throwing her a final wink, “I’m gonna finish our lunch,okay? Call if you need me.”

“Okay…” she smiles weakly, the realization that they are having twins getting stronger every day…not that the ultrasound wasn’t enough but…she was just having these moments of ‘is this really real?’ ever since they found out.

She also needed to contact the clinic about her birth control shots and figure out why it just…didn’t work this last time. After all it worked before, why not now?

…or maybe she should take a little nap while Rooster was busy cooking. She could do that.

She was starting to give herself a headache.

[bratshaws]

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Beatrice sleeps with his head on her chest, holding him, keeping him close, she knows the next day will take a huge toll on him. She can feel it already, he’s just…emotional and for a good reason. She knew he’d be like this the whole day, and she was going to let him be, if he needed time alone, he’d get time alone.

She’d find something to do, maybe she could…stroll around the area and check if there are places she could take Nikki and the dogs just for a little while, just so Bradley could have this moment to himself, although he might want to stay with them.

She’d ask him when he woke up since she was already alert and with her eyes locked on the ceiling, waking up before him was always interesting - and without any of her anxieties and fears eating at her either! So…it was okay, this time was going to be good even if Rooster was feeling sad.

She wished she could snatch some of it away though.

She wished she could hold her husband’s fears in her hands and chuck it into the bin…but she couldn’t. What she could do was stay with him and give him space if he needed. Beatrice sighs, her chest rising and falling when she does so, still caressing the back of his head, the shorter strands of sandy brown hair tickling her fingers as he snored quietly.

She turned over to the window, seeing the lightest amount of snow falling down and piling up just the tiniest bit on the window sill. It was still dark outside and when she checked on Nicole via the monitor, it was already five a.m. She wondered if she’d fall asleep again, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to…so,she kept on caressing his head and letting him use her chest as his pillow.

Beatrice smiles because his entire body was off of hers, with his head on her chest and his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. He was like that the whole night, if it wasn’t an arm it was one of his hands, just a warm touch on her skin to let the babies know that their daddy was just the most loving man that ever existed and he’d always be there.

He nuzzles her shirt a bit more, inhaling deeply but remaining asleep, Beatrice even tilts her head to check on him and he still has his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, his snoring is very quiet. She just smiles more, moving her hand up to the top of his head where the longest part of his hair turned wavy, not being able to stop herself from twirling some of them on her index finger.

He stirred a bit, groaning, but didn’t wake up yet. He just held onto her a bit tighter and sighed, murmuring something that resembled her name. Beatrice grins, leaning down just enough to kiss his head, then turning to face the window once more, watching the snowflakes slowly fall down.

However, after a few seconds, she feels him stir again but this time he groans louder and she knows he’s finally waking up. She waits for him to figure out his surroundings, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted before he turns to face her. “...hi…”

“Hey.’ she coos, cupping his cheek and trying to brush off the indentations from her shirt on his skin, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm….yeah…” he leans into her touch, “Was nice.”

Beatrice loved his sleepy voice and how he couldn’t come up with full sentences until he was completely awake. She kissed the top of his head again, scratching his scalp just enough to make goosebumps form on his skin and a pleased groan escape his lips, “Hmmmm….I don’t wanna get up.” he mutters, “Wanna lie on your tits forever.”

She laughed in surprise, the laughter eventually subsided into a giggling fit that only makes her husband smirk against her. He tilts his head up to check her face, seeing she was just beet red…he didn’t know if it was because of her usual shyness or just because he was that funny.

Maybe both.

“Oh, my God, you are terrible.” she giggles again, playfully swatting his covered shoulder, gently running her fingers on his pajama top, ‘This is nice.” she says, “Your wife has good taste.”

It was one of the gifts he got for Christmas, a simple dark pajama set that wasn’t too thin nor thick, just enough for him to enjoy in any weather if he so desired, “She does, she knows me like the back of her hand.” he says, groaning as he pushes himself to his hands, rolling his neck left and right to pop the joints, “Fuck, that’s nice…did you sleep well?”

“I did. I woke up a few minutes before you though.”

“Yeah? Everything good? Not because of the cold,right?”

“No,’ she smiles, “Just because…I think I just needed to. You know? I checked on Nikki, she’s sleeping fine, I think Eleanor is exploring the house because I heard her claws clicking on the floor outside.”

Rooster hummed a chuckle, sitting on the bed to rub his eyes with both of his hands, trying to swallow his yawn only for it to distort his voice when he spoke, “She’s gettin’ used to it.” he says, rubbing his face, “We set the doggy pads for them so it’ll be okay- fuck I need to wake up.” he slaps his face gently - well, as gentle as someone like Rooster could, especially with such a big hand like that, “And maybe prepare us breakfast.”

“You don’t have to,I can do that for us.” he was about to protest but she sat on her knees and hugged his neck, kissing his scar, “Let me pamper you.”

“Pamper me?’ he smirks, “Ain’t even my birthday.”

“Does it have to be?”

Rooster stares at her in silence, then he smiles, “No, doesn’t.” he mutters, pressing his nose to hers and chuckling, “...thank you. I could kiss you but my breath smells awful.”

“It does a little bit.”

“Okay, ouch? Betrayed by my own wife?” but he’s laughing and they are already getting to the couple dynamic she only saw on Instagram. Making fun of each other in the best way, “How will I ever recover?’

“Your wife can prepare your breakfast.” she coos, kissing the corner of his jaw and smiling against it when he inhaled sharply, “And then kiss you until you can’t focus anymore.”

Rooster’s eyebrows went up at her bold suggestion, even leaning his head back to give her a better look, “That a promise?’

“Yes,sir.”  another sharp inhale, “But I’ll deal with breakfast first.”

He had to admit it has been a while since the two had sex, which for them was a feat in itself. Back when he found out she was pregnant with Nikki, he was so scared of hurting her or the baby…maybe he was still nervous now that she had the twins in there…however, it was proven that that activity was very encouraged during the pregnancy.

And he wouldn’t mind at all. Plus they were going to be okay.

But he did appreciate the distraction because his mind was everywhere that morning, “Can I make one,” he scoots over the edge when she steps out just in time to wrap his hands on her waist, “One simple, sweet request for my gorgeous wife?”

Beatrice bites her lower lip with a grin, then nods, cupping his face, “What do you need?”

“Hot cocoa and maybe, maybe some chocolate muffins?’ he grins, “I know they have a lot of trays in there in case we want to use it…so…” he taps his fingers on the curve of her hips, reaching the checkered pants and the expanse of her ass, “If you can do that for me, I’d be more than thankful.”

She smiles sweetly at him, kissing the tip of his nose, “I can do that.” 

“Thanks,” he drags his hands down her thighs because he really didn’t want to let go, but he had to since she was going to make their breakfast. She looked at him one last time before leaving the room…and leaving Rooster with his thoughts.

He interlaced his hands between his legs and sighed, chewing the inside of his cheek as he finally felt he was awake enough to think straight. He sighs again, holding his interlaced hands up to press his forehead against his knuckles as he allows the sounds from the cabin to surround him.

He…was okay.

He could be worse but he was okay.

He just…had to mentally prepare, that’s all.

Bradley knew what was going to happen that morning, he knew they were going to the cemetery and he knew how he was going to be. But part of him felt…lighter, maybe because this is the second time she comes with him and they have Nikki and the twins in tow, which is…easier to handle.

He had a family now, he wanted his parents to meet them. They met Beatrice, about time they met Nicole, their granddaughter.

He chuckles softly, knowing that when she’s older - and when the twins are as well - he’ll have to explain how they have six grandparents. Bea’s parents, his own parents and Maverick and Penny. His uncle was doing a great job as a grandfather figure for Nikki, and so was Penny, she had no idea she’d…be part of his crazy circle now, but she was doing fine.

Not to mention she adored Beatrice.And Amelia and Shells were happy about it as well, Amelia always had a blast telling her college friends about her new baby cousin.

Rooster smiles, albeit wryly, before dropping his hands between his legs again, scratching the side of one with his nails and furrowing his brows. He had nothing to complain, he had nothing to complain about his chosen family, they were there for him when he needed them.

The Dagger Squad, those crazy fucks that he just couldn’t see himself not talking to, were also doing a great job. They took Nicole under their wings - literally - and now they had Jake’s baby in the mix to dote and adore…and of course, Nat had Umberto, who knew when another one would show up?

He did miss his parents, terribly. Beatrice knew that, but…he was okay, family wise, even if he wished they could be there, right with him, they aren’t. And he couldn’t go back in time to prevent any of this from happening, as much as if hurt to admit, he could handle this.

Bradley sighs one last time, slapping his hands on his thighs and pushing himself up to reach his phone. He immediately checked the baby monitor, smiling when he saw Nicole was waking up, those tiny arms stretching and little legs moving inside the crib…and Jack and Eleanor surrounding it as well.

He decided to pick her up so they could enjoy breakfast together. He placed the phone in his pajama pants’ pockets - God,he loved Beatrice even more because she knew what he liked so much - and marched to the little room that Nicole was in.

He arrived just in time to see their daughter sit up on the bed, light hair mussed up and eyes squinted, “Hi, baby girl.” he coos, “Hi, good morning! Hi!” she just looked around confusedly, he didn’t know if she could identify much about her room back home yet, but she clearly didn’t know what this place was, “My little birdie, hi pretty.” he gently picks her up, her tiny body heavy with sleep and smelling like…she needed a change, “...well, come on, gotta get cleaned up.”

Nicole’s little yawn that followed her father’s request was enough for him to consider that a ‘yes’. It was weird to change her up when he couldn’t…find certain things like at home, he still had a hard time holding onto the changing table because it was smaller than hers back in Cali,but he managed it.

“Okay, we’ll just have breakfast then have a shower so we can leave, okay?’ he buttoned her onesie, earning a tired look from his daughter, “You look like you worked a twelve hour shift.” and she sighs like she did so as well, blinking up at him and hugging his neck when he picks her up.

He’s honestly still nervous about taking Nicole to the cemetery, he knew it was a good idea, but his biggest fear was maybe traumatizing Nicole in some way…which was stupid, there was no way it’d happen, nothing bad happens in a cemetery.

He pauses, remembering the several zombie movies he watched, “...well that’s fictional.” he counters his own thoughts, then purses his lips, “Hm…you know Nikki,” he adjusts her against his chest, “You might…be confused at first, which is okay, you know, it’s okay…but I think it’ll be good for you, we’ll try to visit your grandparents as often as we can, yeah? So you know what to look for when you are older.”

Nicole placed her head on his shoulder as he carried down the stairs, the smell of Mr.Scoops’ cocoa spread on the air, stopping him on his tracks as he reached the kitchen, “Oh…my God.” he whispers, making his wife laugh, “I swear, this is the best cocoa I’ve ever smelled, coming second to my mother’s.”

“Well,I’m honored you think so.” she smiles, “I think it’s great too, here, let’s trade the little bean for the cocoa.”

“I can drink and carry her.” Beatrice arches her brow, which makes him frown, “Fine, here,” he does hand Nicole over to Beatrice, who kisses her little girl’s sleeping form as her husband grabs the mug. He hums happily once he drinks it, licking his lips with a pleased smile, “Yeah, heaven.”

“Sure is,the muffins are in the oven and I might make some omelets for us?”

“Sounds good.” he says, ‘...the cemetery opens at seven. So we have two hours until we get there.” he gives a quick look towards the window, “...it’s going to snow heavily soon, so we might have to stay just a tiny bit.”

“You think it’ll be as bad as last time?”

“I don’t know anything about a snowstorm.” he comments, ‘But it will be heavy…so it’s just for safety, I don’t want Nikki or you to be too cold.”

Beatrice smiles softly but she frowns a bit after, “You know we can stay in the cemetery longer if the snow takes a while to fall.” he inhales sharply, “I’ve checked the weather app, it’s only going to be bad after ten,Roos…you don’t have to be nervous, or lie to me.”

He looks down ashamedly, rubbing his thumb over the mug’s rim, “I know it’s just…”

“Just?”

“I think this year is a bit…more complicated? I mean, I don’t know.I’m feeling a lot now…you know how my mother loved the holidays.”

“Yeah, you told me.” she says, “So did Mav.”

“Maybe that’s why, I think it’s bringing a lot of memories back and I need to deal with them…I want us to have a good week, it’s not often I have the time to spend the holidays with you all…so, I’m going to be okay. It’s just, stuff I know I need to vent out.” he pauses, “Maybe with therapy.”

Beatrice blinked at him, “You thought about it?”

“I did…well, if I don’t get deployed I might contact Dr.Varma or someone else, so I don’t hog your therapist’s time.” he laughs softly, looking at her with his eyes warm, “But I think it’ll help me, you know? I think it’s about time.”

Rooster was strong, physically and mentally, but he had his own demons he couldn’t deal with my himself. Hearing from her tall,handsome, darling husband that therapy might be a good idea made her heart swell. So much her eyes glazed over and she sniffled, much to Rooster’s panic, “Baby-”

“Sorry,no,I,” she waves her hand in front of her eyes, “It’s the hormones, I’m just,” another sniffle, “Really happy for you…I-I know it won’t be easy at first but I also know it’ll help you a--a lot.” he gives her a little smile, “You are an amazing person,Roos….it’ll be good for you.”

“Yeah, about time I deal with it again, you know?” he adds, bringing the mug to his lips, “I just need this to…work things better.”

“You will.I know you will–”

“Aaa!” Nicole brought her hand to her mouth, little brows furrowed in annoyance because hse was hungry and there was no time to talk when the little bird was hungry, “Aaahh mmfffuh!”

“Oh, oh okay Nikki,I know.” her mother smiles, looking around to find her baby food, “I know, it’s time for your breakfast too- Roos, can you keep an eye on the muffins for me? I’ll just feed her on the little chair over there.”

“Don’t worry,gorgeous.” he smirks, giving her a wink, “I can handle it.”

He follows the two of them with his eyes, then once they are away from him he lets out a heavy sigh,rubbing his eyes with his fingers. 

Yeah.

He’s going to be okay.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 167. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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When Beatrice was child she used to spend hours in her nonna’s garden, drawing. It was always after school, when her bullying got too severe and she was scared to go back home because her parents would ask her questions.

Her nonna was still healthy then and she’d never ask her why she was there but Beatrice was sure she knew. Drawing was her therapy before therapy, she knew she was safe there, she knew that inside this little bubble nothing would interrupt her.

‘Babes!’

Because, as the brush slides above the lead pencil sketch, she smiles as the line turns into the shape of a tiny whale, just the outline.

“Beeaaaa..!!’

It was so dark though, she turned her head to see one of the drapes got loose and was now covering the window. She sighs, setting the brush aside - wiping her hands off any paint on her jeans, before she grabs the pale cloth and pulls it open. 

A pair of blue eyes meet hers and Beatrice screams. And so does the person, followed by a help! And just the top of a blonde head peeking from the balcony. Beatrice snaps out of her shock in a matter of seconds, “Shells!” she hurriedly opens the window even more to check on her friend…only to see she was safe and sound, lying on the grass, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Your grass is really soft!”

“What are you- how did you–” she looked over to the fence, seeing some of the plants she kept close by snapped and bent in different angles, “Shells did you…climb my fence?”

Shells blinks, then turns her head to the said entrance, then back up at Bea, ‘Yeah.”

“Why??”

“You weren’t answering me!” she says, shrugging while still on the soft grass, the dogs hurriedly walking out of the kitchen to check on her, “And I think the dogs were asleep or something because they didn’t bark either.”

“It’s Nicole’s naptime.” she explains, “They usually sleep in the nursery.”

“Aw, that’s cute.”

Beatrice sighs, furrowing her brows, “Give me a second,I’ll be there and I’ll–help you up.” she steps back from the window with one hand on the sill, staring at nothing because she was trying to comprehend that her friend really climbed up her fence because she wasn’t answering anything. Was Beatrice that distracted? She checked her phone and saw the missed calls and the messages…focusing on the last one that said:

“If you don’t answer me I’ll climb up your fence!”

“Ah.” she clicks her tongue against her teeth and shoves her cellphone in her back pocket.

Beatrice quickly makes her way downstairs - checking on Nikki to see if she was still asleep and she was - and rushes out to the backyard to where Shells is lying on the grass. She approaches her friend while gently pushing the dogs aside, leaning forward with her brows furrowed.

"Shells, are you sure you're okay?" Beatrice asks, extending a hand to help her friend up.

Shells takes Beatrice's hand and lets herself be pulled up to her feet. She brushes off the grass from her clothes and grins. "I'm perfectly fine. Your grass is surprisingly comfortable."

Beatrice shakes her head, still trying to process the situation. "You really climbed my fence just because I wasn't answering?"

Shells nods, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness. "Well, I couldn't have you ignoring me, could I? And the dogs didn't even bark. I figured it was safe."

Beatrice blinks, propping her hands on her hips “...you are aware no one in this neighborhood knows who you are,right? They could’ve called the cops or something.” 

“As if I never ran from the law before.” the blonde says, tapping her shirt clean of grass blades. Beatrice did not want to know more about that piece of information.

"You know, most people would just assume I'm busy or something."

Shells grins sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Yeah, but I'm not most people, am I? Besides, it's much more fun to climb fences and surprise you."

Beatrice lets out a small chuckle, “Uh-huh, sure…anyway, what do I owe the uh…” she gestures to the fence, “Visit?”

Shells’ smile drops for a second and she crosses her arms over her bust. “...I’m just feeling some type of way today.” she shrugs, “That’s all. Wanted to talk, maybe we can prepare for Evelyn’s…gender…surprise…party? She doesn’t want to call it like that though,” she follows Beatrice into the house after standing on the grass for too long, Jolene and the siblings following right behind, “She said she wanted to name it ‘baby roulette’ but her mother wasn’t fond of it.”

Beatrice laughs, holding her hands behind her lower back while shaking her head, “Well, at least she appears excited. More than we ever thought she would- you want a drink?” she asks while pointing to the fridge and Shells nods, sitting on the table with Jolene settling next to her, “Water?”

“Sure thing.” she flicks another piece of grass from her head, before crossing her legs by the knee and smiling at Beatrice, “How are you doing babes?”

Beatrice retrieves a bottle of water from the fridge and hands it to Shells,closing the door with her hip then takes a seat across from her at the table. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before answering her question.

"I'm doing alright, Shells," Beatrice replies with a small smile, supporting her head on a hand. "Just trying to stay busy and keep my mind occupied while Rooster is away. Taking care of Nikki keeps me on my toes, and I've been working on some new art projects too."

Shells takes a sip of water, nodding in understanding. "Yeah? Like what?”

“I’m painting the twins’ bedroom.” she shows her friend her hands, exposing the blue under her nails, “It’s just a start but it’s going well so far, it’s ocean/beach themed. While Nikki’s is forest themed.”

“OOhhh, aesthetically pleasing.”

Beatrice's smile widens as Shells says that,”Well, yes, pretty much. It’s really helping me though, um…” she scratches her temple with a soft laugh escaping her throat, ‘...I know it’s been a week so far but…I…I don’t know,I need to keep myself occupied but not to the point of exhaustion. Working does help, I know Penny doesn’t like it and would prefer if I stayed home but I can stay behind the bar a little bit, where it’s safe.”

“Ugh,don’t even start.” Shells rolled her eyes, “My aunt is just so worried about you, it gets on my nerves.”

Beatrice chuckles,"I appreciate Penny's concern, I really do. But I can't stay cooped up at home all the time. I need a sense of normalcy, and being at the bar allows me to do that. Plus, it's a way for me to socialize and interact with others. It keeps me grounded."

Shells nods, taking another sip of water. "I know,I know. And I do like having you there, because you are my bestie and that does make me work better too."

"Of course," Beatrice assures her. "I’ll stay home when the twins are a bit bigger. As for now they are okay, I checked with the doctors and their vitals are fine.” she sighs, running her hand through her hair,”I think there’s only a matter of time, plus everyone is aware of my pregnancy now, so.” she does look down after saying that, the little bump appearing even rounder now, touching her shirt a bit more, “We’ll be okay.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What?”

“I’m just sayin’ that if Rooster was here he’d just fly all the way back and take you home, that’s what would happen.” she smirks, sipping her water and hissing when the cold beverage slid down her throat like tiny icicles, “But anyway, guess what.”

Beatrice flicks her brow in question, ‘We are playing guessing games now? What is this?”

“Come on, guess.”

Beatrice sighed with fake annoyance, but complies "Anything that comes from you as a ‘surprise’ can be worrisome.” she explains, “Give me a hint.”

Shells grins mischievously, leaning in closer to Beatrice as if she was about to say a secret. "Alright, hint: It's something that involves all of us."

Beatrice ponders for a moment, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, something that involves all of us... Is it a day at the beach?"

Shells shakes her head, her smile growing wider. "Nope. It's something even more exciting."

And the brunette raises her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. "Okay, then how about a surprise party? Is someone throwing a party for us?"

“Nope,” she then slides her hand in her back pocket, pulling out a bent, crinkled pamphlet that looked like it saw better days, “Check it out.” Beatrice just blinks, because she couldn’t see anything. Both women shared a look until Shells rolled her eyes and snapped the paper open, exposing the contents and making Beatrice lean closer.

“...is this…um,” she narrows her eyes, “Is this just a picture of your house?”

“Yes!”

“...Shells did you–” she blinks hard, “Did you really print out a pamphlet of your house and showed it to me?” the blonde nods, clearly proud of that, “Why?”

Shells rolled her eyes, gesturing towards Beatrice with the same paper, “Babes, we are going to have a sleepover.” she smiles, “No one is old enough for a sleepover, like, think about it: we’re in our 30s and there’s no better time to stay awake until the late hours of the morning, eating shit and watching stupid rom-coms.”

Beatrice can't help but laugh at Shells' enthusiasm, this time grabbing the paper from her hand, the amount of pink and yellow almost gave her an eyesore. "A sleepover? Are you serious? We're really doing this?"

Shells looks at her like she grew three heads "Um, yeah!Absolutely! I've been thinking about it for a while, and I thought it would be so much fun. Plus we were never in high school together, and-and we are all going to…live our lives and you and Ev will have kids and, you know…I feel like I gotta give you guys something good.”

Beatrice's laughter subsides, and she looks at Shells with genuine warmth in her eyes. "Shells, that's incredibly thoughtful of you. I never would have expected a sleepover, but I think it's a fantastic idea."

Shells grins, clearly pleased with Beatrice's reaction. "And you can bring a plus one…or plus three in your case.”

“Wait,Nikki?”

“Uh, yeah.” Shells snorts, ‘Babes, she’s technically my…niece…in some way! So of course she’ll be in the whole ordeal.”

Beatrice takes a while to reply, in fact too long and her eyes fill with water. Oh the pregnancy hormones are thriving these past days. She sniffles, fanning herself with the pamphlet before waving Shells off, “I’m okay!” she says, laughing quietly, “I swear I’m okay…I…I just am al-all over the place, I’m way more emotional than when I was with Nikki…so um…”

Shells immediately rushes to Beatrice's side, water forgotten and almost falling off the table,concern etched on her face. She wraps her arms around Beatrice in a comforting hug, making sure her friend knows there’s nothing wrong with that. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I understand, pregnancy hormones can really mess with your emotions. Take your time, babes. I'm here for you."

Beatrice leans into the hug, her voice slightly shaky as she speaks. "Thank you, Shells.I… These hormones can be overwhelming at times.” a quiet sniffle cuts in the conversation, “And I…I’ve been crying more than I’d like,I’ve been missing him so much…” and it paints to say it outloud, because moments before she deflected the question by saying she was fine, in reality she was…almost fine, there were days where she rolls over to his side of the bed and buried her face into his pillow and she can smell his cologne still clinging onto the fabric. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“...yeah,I’m okay.”

-

“Are you sure?”

Rooster looks at Maverick with his brows low, “Yeah,” he mutters, “I’m fine,” and he tosses the file on the desk, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips and leaning back on his chair,”At least we all know what to expect.”

“Expect the unexpected.” his uncle whispers, “You know how it goes.”

“I do, unfortunately.” and his arms stretch upwards, making a groan escape from his throat,followed by the pops on his spine and arms from staying in a position for so long. It was morning already, and it was really pretty, he had to admit - he needed to remember to send Beatrice some pictures, he was sure she’d love it - “Ugh…anyway, I’ll be paired with one of the guys.” he mentions, “McAllister. He doesn’t know it yet.”

Maverick’s smirk turned impish, “I have a feeling he wouldn’t stop vibrating the second he knows about it.”

Rooster chuckles, looking away from his uncle . "Oh, I can already picture the look on McAllister's face when he finds out. He's going to be bouncing off the walls with excitement. I'll have to break the news to him gently, though, make sure he doesn't lose focus."

Maverick leans back in his chair, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Just make sure he channels that enthusiasm into productive energy. McAllister has potential, but he needs guidance to keep him on track."

Rooster nods, rubbing his forehead and then burying his face in his hands. "Yeah,I know.” and he stops talking, his eyes focused on something else, something small and rectangular, something that Rooster kept facing down. Maverick just smiled, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “What?”

“You will call her in a little bit, you have a call with her too, remember?” he holds up a hand, “Relax a bit, you are almost bursting off the seams,Rooster.”

Bradley tsks because of course he’s right, then he interlocks his fingers on top of his head, leaning back on his seat, clearing his throat, “I know.” he huffs out, almost out of breath, “I know she’s fine, she’s been doing fine…and I am too, we are all okay.”

“True.”

“I’m fine,Mav. I swear.” he tells his uncle, shrugging his broad shoulders for emphasis, “I’m just…hopelessly in love and dangerously head over heels for her.” and he isn’t ashamed of saying it. Some of the new pilots don’t have partners, some do, McAllister was actually interested in Jessie but he doesn’t know Rooster knows. 

Boy Beatrice would love to know about that.

But they were all young and full of life. Rooster knows they want to live life to the fullest and he understands that, all too well but for them to live they should–he clears his throat, knowing he was getting in something dark and too deep for him to figure out now, “Anyway, um,” he sighs, “As our C.O.” his uncle smirks, almost amusedly,”Anything you’d like to add so I can share it with others?”

Maverick leans forward, his expression turning serious. "Besides the obvious? No."

“Really?”

“Yep, for right now we are…okay. It’s a waiting game, surveillance, nice and slow, like opening the fridge in the middle of the night so no one wakes up.” he had never heard Mav say anything like that, but he continued listening.

“Slow and steady wins the race, right?"

"Exactly. It’ll be fine. I know it, I feel it.”

Rooster takes a moment to let Maverick's words sink in. He taps his finger on the desk for a few seconds, then sighs, “Well,” he pushes himself to his feet, looking over his shoulder towards the horizon, to the now pink and blue colored horizon with his lips pursed, “We’ll have six months to figure it out.” but his eyes don’t move from the area, eyebrows lowering and face turning serious.

He knew what to do.

He just had to do it.

He had a lot of people waiting for him at home.