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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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through the hourglass 193. brb x oc

a/n:you better let me post YOU HELLSITE(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Bradley looked down at the picture once they got back home, once he was inside his office and once Beatrice was busy with Nikki. He hummed, holding his head up with a hand as he zoomed in the picture - he could see the outline of a show print on the sand, right by the window, but it was dumb to think he could figure out what kind of shoe it was.

He knew he didn't have to worry about that, but he did. The Hard Deck held a special place in his heart, especially because he met Beatrice there. He sighs, still looking at it and not hearing Beatrice’s gentle knocking on the door, only looking up when he felt her arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind. She made a little noise,almost disappointed, “I never scare you.”

He smirked, one of his hands gently touching her chin as his eyes turned towards her, “One day you will,gorgeous.” he coos, kissing her cheek, “Is Nikki asleep?”

“No, she’s actually watching tv,right now.” she explains, placing her chin on his shoulder, “What are you doing?”

Rooster smiles, enjoying the warmth of Beatrice's presence as she leans against him. He turns his attention back to the picture on his phone. "Just looking at this photo again," he says, "Trying to see if there's anything else I missed."

Beatrice glances at the photo, furrowing her brows. "Do you think those guys were really planning something?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

He leans back in his chair, taking Beatrice's hand in his. "I'm not sure," he admits, "But I don't want to take any chances. We can tell Penny about it, unless she already knows.”

Beatrice parts her lips, then closes them, her mind whirring with memories of past conversations. About the corpo people, about…Eric…about the bar. She thought about sharing it, she wondered if she could…maybe it was better if she did. She sighs, walking around his chair to sit on the edge of his desk, grabbing a lonely pen close by to fiddle with it as she things, “...Shells said that the corpo guys, the ones with suits, they’ve been snooping around.” her husband’s attention is on her, “And…and she thinks they are up to something.”

“I thought Penny kicked them off.”

She shrugs, still messing with the pen, “Me too, but you know how people can be.” she purses her lips in thought, ‘When they came to have lunch the conversation led to that, Penny wanted better cameras for the outside…I don’t know Brad,I don’t–I don’t want things to happen to the bar and at the same time I feel if I think about it…it won’t help.”

He hums, then places a reassuring hand on Beatrice's knee. "I get it, gorgeous," he says softly, "We both care deeply about the bar and our friends. We want to protect what's important to us." He looks into her eyes, "We'll be vigilant and keep an eye out for anything suspicious. And if anything seems off, we'll let Penny know."

She chuckles softly, “We?”

“You know we will.” he smirks, “We love that bar more than Penny but we’d never tell her about it.”

Beatrice smiles more, dropping her eyes to the pen. "You're right," She takes a deep breath, setting the pen aside and taking Rooster's hand in hers,playing with his fingers and rubbing each callus on it. "Let's talk to Penny together and share our concerns. She's smart, and I know she'll handle it with the same care she does everything else."

“Or.” Rooster smiles, squeezing her hand gently. "She’ll find out who it is and will kick them away before they can even blink." he says, tossing his phone away to have his full attention on Beatrice, “How are you though? I don’t want you stressing too much.”

“I know…”

“I know you know,” she laughs at his response, feeling his hands trailing up her outer thighs, “But I know how your mind can be.”

“I’m fine. Just needed to let that out.” she whispers, running her hands through his hair and smiling when his eyes closed and his head leaned forward, being nestled by her breasts. She hums happily, kissing him and keeping her lips on his scalp “...are you still planning on going to therapy?”

Rooster leans into her touch, finding comfort in her embrace but her question catches him off guard, and he looks up at her, his expression softening. "Yeah," he replies honestly, "I've been thinking about it. I think it could be good for me to talk to someone, especially with everything that's been going on."

Beatrice nods, her thumb gently brushing against his cheek. "You know I think it could be really helpful," she says, "Just having someone to talk to, someone who can give you a different perspective and help you work through things."

Rooster sighs, resting his head against her chest again. "I don't want to burden you with all my worries," he admits, "Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone outside of the situation."

She smiles, gently stroking his hair. "You could never be a burden to me," she says, "I love you, and I want to be here for you in every way possible. But I also understand that talking to a professional can be beneficial."

He looks up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he says, "For being so understanding and supportive. You mean the world to me, and I want to be the best version of myself for you and the kids."

Beatrice leans down to kiss him tenderly. "You already are," she says, "But taking care of your mental well-being is important too. I'm here for you every step of the way."

Rooster smiles, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I love you," he says, "And I'm grateful for everything you do for me."

"I love you too," Beatrice replies, "And I'll always be here, no matter what. We're in this together." she kisses the tip of his nose, grinning down at him.

“Yeah,I know.” he says, letting out a sigh as he hugs her waist, bringing her closer to his open legs and making sure they weren’t too far apart. He chuckles weakly, earning a confused question from Beatrice, “I haven’t been to therapy since I was a child…I don’t know if it’ll be…strange. It probably will.”

Beatrice runs her fingers gently through his hair, soothingly, as she listens to his thoughts. "It's completely normal to feel unsure or even a bit anxious about trying something new like therapy," she says, "But remember, you don't have to figure everything out in the first session. It takes time to build a rapport with a therapist and for them to understand your needs and concerns."

She leans in to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Therapy is a safe space for you to explore your thoughts and emotions," she continues, "And you can take it at your own pace. If you feel uncomfortable or if it's not the right fit, you can always try a different therapist or approach." she shrugs, “It’s about you.”

Rooster nods, feeling comforted by her words. "You're right," he says, "I guess I just need to take that first step and see how it goes."

Beatrice smiles warmly at him. "Exactly," she says, "And don’t worry about being nervous,I’m sure they’ll understand." she says, “Do you want to look for a therapist by yourself or should I ask Dr.Varma for recommendations?”

Rooster leans his head against her, "I think I'll look for some therapists myself," he says, "I want to find someone I feel comfortable with, and I think it might be helpful for me to take that step on my own."

Beatrice nods, giving him an encouraging smile, her chest warming up with pride. "That sounds like a good plan," she says, "Just remember, I'm here if you need any help or if you want to talk about anything related to it."

“I know gorgeous.” he smiles, kissing her pregnant stomach and letting her go with a soft sigh, holding their hands together for a few seconds, ‘...anyway, did you message Shells and the others?”

“Yes,” she smiles, “Shells is over the moon will be coming to the Hard Deck, she said she uh…has a ‘pregnancy section’ ready but we should go there probably by tomorrow instead of today.” she shrugs, “It is Saturday,Roos. It’ll be packed, we both know how it is.” her hand lands on her stomach as she frowns, “And I don’t want to be in such a tight space like that,you know?”

He hums in agreement, kissing her knuckles, “Yeah, of course,gorgeous. Don’t worry about it,” both of them hear Nicole giggling in the living room, “It’ll give us more time to spend with Nikki after all.”

Beatrice smiles down at him, it’s so warm and full of love he feels like he’s drowning, “I’m proud of you.” she whispers, cupping his face in her hands, “I’m so proud of you.”

He laughs confusedly, “Are you?”

Beatrice nods, her eyes shining with affection. "Yes, I am," she says, "I'm proud of the man you are, the husband you are, and the father you are. You should be proud of yourself too,Roos." he tries to play it off as if it was nothing, but she continues, “...You should be, you know how much you achieved these past years,I’m just glad to be part of it.”

Rooster's heart swells with love and gratitude, feeling deeply touched by her words. "I'm just doing what any husband and father should do," he says modestly.

Beatrice shakes her head, still holding his face in her hands. "No, it's more than that," she insists, "You have such a big heart, and you love us with all your soul. That's something special, Roos. And I know there were times you felt…really lost and confused and angry. And I’m happy seeing you grow from that."

He smiles, feeling the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. But she’s right, she’s so right. Many years ago the idea of a therapist was completely out of place, out of mind, out of sight. He just wanted to grow professionally and whatever was thrown his way he’d either ignore it or work around it.

Until Beatrice,of course.

He turns to kiss each of her palms, then buries his nose into her skin, the lavender was still there, embedded in her very being. “...I’m happy too.”

Beatrice holds him close, feeling the softness of his lips against her palms. She runs her fingers through his hair, letting the silence envelop them for a moment, enjoying the intimacy of their embrace.

"You've come such a long way, Roos," she whispers, "And I know it wasn't always easy. But you never gave up, and you kept pushing forward. That's what makes you so strong and resilient."

Rooster's arms tighten around her, chuckling against her shirt. "You are going to make me blush."

Beatrice smiles, her heart swelling with affection. "Good.” and she kisses his nose again, looking back when they heard Nicole’s laughter once more. “I better check on her,okay?”

“Okay.” he coos, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” he leans up to kiss her lips, smiling as she slowly backs away from the room and out of his sight. He sighs, looking at the space she once stood, then back to his phone. He holds it in his hands, screen still black, then purses his lips, inhaling softly.

He decided to not look more into it yet.

“I think there’ll come a day we’ll both be confused by our kids.”

Her words make him stop petting Jolene, who was happily lying on the couch between their respective seats, eyes closed, ‘Hm?”

Beatrice blinked, “What?”

“You said something.”

“Oh…I did?’ he nodded, ‘I think I voiced my thoughts out loud.” she chuckles, shaking her head, “I was just…thinking how much our kids will be different from us,you know? From how we were raised and such.”

He stops petting Jolene to furrow his brows with a confused grin,crossing his arms, “What brought this on?” he asks. It was already late and Nicole was fast asleep, leaving only the three of them in the living room watching tv together, in reality trying to catch up on their favorite shows…he honestly forgot they were even watching Peaky Blinders since it’s been so long.

Beatrice smiles, looking thoughtful as she leans back on the couch. "I guess it's just something that crossed my mind," she says, I mean…think about it, they’ll never experience how cds changed the world." she jokes but he knows there’s something off in her voice. He keeps staring at her, making Beatrice sigh, “...I want them to have a good,healthy childhood,Brad.”

“They will.”

“Without the two of us becoming helicopter parents.” she mutters, avoiding his eyes, “...my biggest fear is one day finding out they…just feel some type of way about us, about how we raised them.” and he had a feeling of how this topic came up.

He got serious, pausing the show to turn his torso towards her. “...what did your parents tell you?”

Beatrice takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment before meeting Rooster's gaze. "They didn't exactly say anything, this time." she admits, "It's just...you know how they are…overprotective, over the top…over…” she moves her hands, “Everything. I don’t want Nikki and the twins to grow up like that but at the same time…what if I can’t help it? I admit…I only started thinking like this now that she…is growing and walking and talking…but…”

Rooster listens in silence, understanding the weight of Beatrice's concerns especially because of everything. of course her parents mellowed down for a while now, but that didn’t mean they’d stop. He reaches out to take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I think we’ll be aware of that,gorgeous.”

Beatrice groans, taking comfort in his touch. "I don't want to be too overbearing," she continues, "But I also don't want to be too lenient. It's like walking a tightrope, trying to find that middle ground where our kids can feel loved and supported, yet still have the freedom to grow and learn." she sighs, leaning her head back, “But again, why am I thinking like this, Nikki isn’t even one year old yet.”

“Well,she’s seven, almost eight months.”

“Ugh…”

Rooster smiles warmly at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "You are so cute," he says, rubbing her cheek. Beatrice blushes slightly at his compliment, even though she's feeling a bit flustered with all the emotions swirling inside her. "I'm serious," she says, trying to hide her embarrassment, "I just...I want to be the best mom I can be for Nikki and the twins, and sometimes I worry that I'll mess up."

“I thought that was my line?”

“Rooster.”

Rooster's hand gently caresses her cheek, his expression tender. "You won't mess up," he assures her, "You're already an amazing mom, and you'll continue to be. We'll figure it out together, like we always do."

Beatrice leans into his touch, finding comfort in his words. "I just want them to be happy and to feel loved," she says softly, "I don't want them to ever feel like we're stifling them or not allowing them to be themselves. Like, okay," she holds her hands up, “Let’s say Nikki wants to surf, alright? We are going to support her about it, but she has to know about the dangers too.”

“Yeah…?”

She groans again, rubbing her face, “I am stressing myself,I shouldn’t,I am,” she points to her stomach, “Visibly carrying two children and yet my brain is like ‘oh no,Beatrice, you better think about this now because you have to be ready!”

“Suffering by anticipation.”

“Yep.”

He hums, pressing play just in time to hear Tommy Shelby screaming, shocking, then turning to Beatrice again, “We’ll do fine. Remember how we said that having a family has no books about it, especially when it comes to kids? We’ll be fine…we won’t be perfect. I’d hate to be a perfect parent.”

“Me neither.” she mutters, playing with her wedding ring, “...I just want them to grow in a good environment. That’s all.” he heard the words ‘in a non-traumatic environment’ and he knew it was about her past. Beatrice’s parents were great, they were really good people, but their overprotectiveness made his wife often question herself and her choices, even as an adult.

“‘They will.”

“Hrrrmmmm.” she frowns, “Sorry,I didn’t mean to sour the mood…”

Rooster reaches out to gently lift her chin, making her meet his gaze. "You never sour the mood," he says, his eyes filled with love, "We're in this together, Bea. You can share your worries and fears with me anytime as you well know." he grins, “We’ll do good.”

“Yeah,I know…” she pauses, “...we should back to the beach with Nikki tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,I think it’ll be fun! She barely had time to stay so…” she holds up her phone, “I even checked the weather app too,we can have a beach day.”

He stares at her for a few seconds, then drops his gaze down her body, “Are you wearing a bikini?” he laughs when she swats his shoulder with a blush,”What? I’m just askin’!”

Beatrice chuckles, playfully rolling her eyes at Rooster's question. "Maybe I am," she teases, "But you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

Rooster grins, his playful mood returning. "I guess I will," he says, "But let me tell you, if you are wearing a bikini, I won't be able to keep my eyes off you."

She blushes even more, swatting his shoulder again. "You're shameless," she says, but there's a hint of amusement in her tone. "But seriously, it'll be a great day at the beach with Nikki. She'll love it."

"Yeah, I think so too," Rooster agrees, "...but seriously,are you?” “Rooster.”

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