also dad!rooster content because i have no bloody self control right after doing jake and hotch - inspired by this
(tw: talking about kids and getting pregnant)
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You sidle up to Bradley, hands behind your back, a tiny smile playing on your features. He looks over the small head peeking out of the baby carrier strapped onto his chest, your niece that you both are babysitting for the day, asleep in the carrier against his chest. You had offered to wear the carrier on yourself, but Bradley was having none of that.
“You look,” he pauses, “happy.”
“I found something,” you say, “close your eyes.”
You see suspicion on Bradley’s face, but he closes his eyes anyway.
“Okay, open them.”
Bradley opens his eyes to see you holding a small, baby sized Hawaiian print shirt in your hands, one that had matching prints to his favourite shirt at home. His eyes brighten.
“Is that for her?” He gestures down to the sleeping baby against his chest, hands absently rubbing against the back of the carrier in a soothing motion.
“I was thinking it could be for ours,” you say, and Bradley’s eyes widen, going as large as saucers.
“Are you?” The words tumble from his mouth, as he gapes at you. “Are you saying you want to start trying?”
“Yes,” you confirm, and Bradley tugs you to a side, his hand gripping yours in his as he kisses you in the middle of the store, careful not to bump the baby strapped to his chest.
“Buy the tiny shirt, we’ll start working on it tonight,” he murmurs in your ear before he pulls away.