The Vamps

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Brad Proposal

“Brad will you please tell me why I’m awake so early?” “Just shush, you’ll thank me later” You proceeded to get into the car with your suitcase. Brad would not tell you where on earth he was taking you. All he said was for you to pack a suitcase for a weekend away. It was dark outside, but you could see the sun making the skies light up a little.

The taxi pulled away from the flat you shared with your boyfriend. Brad loved to surprise you, especially for your birthday. But your birthday was two weeks away so it couldn’t be anything for that. If there was one thing you hated, it was being completely clueless. You’d at least like to have known where it is you were going so you could have packed the right things to wear. During the journey, you looked out for hints as to where you were going, but Brad just kept waffling on to you about stupid little things. “Brad seriously, this is getting ridiculous, where are we?” “Oh look we’re here” Looking out the window, you’d pulled up at Birmingham Airport Departures. Getting out of the taxi, Brad paid the driver and pulled your luggage our of the car. Handing you your case, Brad waved at the driver as he drove away. Okay, you were even more clueless now than you were before. 

“The departures lounge?” You asked as you looked around at the crowds of people dragging their luggage into the airport.  “Mhm” Brad laughed as he pointed over to the trolley stand. Then you spotted a couple. A tall guy with brown hair and a girl just a little smaller with straight blonde hair. They were waving at you. “Brad...Brad...Is that Con and Luisa?” “Maybe it is?” He smirked Shaking your head, you smiled giving him a nudge as you dragged your case over to the couple. Luisa came running up to you straight away giving you a hug. Con doing the same afterwards. “So has he told you where we’re going yet?!” Luisa asked, giddily. “No he hasn’t...wait we’re” You looked at Brad, who was looking at Connor giggling.  “Lets just go inside” He smiled, as you all dragged your cases into the airport lounge. Brad said he needed to go and sort something out, so you sat on your case with your friends. Luisa was getting so giddy and excited, but you just didn’t understand what was going on. It was pretty obvious you were going somewhere on a plane, but where, you had no clue. Soon, Brad returned. “They’re ready” He nodded to Con as they both pulled out their phones, holding them high as if they were about to take a selfie.

The next thing, James and Kirstie and Tristan and Anastasia popped up on the screens. They looked like they were in an airport too. Luisa had her phone out ready to film something.  “Brad, what is going on?” You laughed, feeling the excitement bubble inside. “Okay, so it’s your birthday soon, and we wanted to do something special. So the 8 of us are going away together for a weekend” “BRAD JUST TELL HER” Kirstie shouted “Open this” Brad said, handing you an envelope Taking it from Brad, you opened it up carefully to reveal two boarding passes and a letter. The boarding passes said that you were flying to CDG, meaning Paris. Then, you took out the letter and your hand rose to your mouth. Tears started to brim in your eyes. Brad had booked for everyone to go to Disneyland Paris for your Birthday. 

You looked up at everyone, who were now waving their boarding passes at you. Brad was smiling that cheeky grin, as you jumped off your case and hugged him so tightly.  “Thankyou” you whispered as you placed a kiss on his lips.  Luisa then came up behind you and placed a pair of red and white dotty Minnie Mouse ears on your head “WE’RE GOING TO DISNEY” she squealed.  James and Tris were flying out from London, because it would’ve been a struggle for them to treck to Birmingham with all of their luggage. 

Before you knew it, you’d boarded the plane and were ready to take off for Paris. Brad was scared of flying, so as the plane rumbled along the runway, you held his hand tightly, kissing him on the cheek as another thankyou for what you already knew was going to be the most wonderful trip. Con had already fallen asleep on Luisa’s shoulder, who was sat reading a fashion magazine. Brad and you were sharing earphones, listening to his playlist from his Ipod. Then, the flight attendant announced that you would be descending into Charles De Gaulle. It was a very quick flight, much quicker than you thought it was going to be. 

As you all plodded out into the arrivals section, you waited for your luggage. It seemed to take forever to come around, there were so many people. Finally, they were released, and Brad handed you your case, holding your hand as you walked tried to make your way through the crowds. The next thing you heard was screams. Kirstie and Anastasia came bounding up to you, hugging you and jumping around. You’re girls after all, what girls don’t get excited over going to Disney. The boys all gathered around, putting their arm around Brad as if to be discussing something but you didn’t know what. 

Now that the group had been re-united, you all piled into a black taxi to take you to your hotel. You had no clue where Brad had booked for you to stay. On the journey, you all sang along to the classic Disney songs, as James tried to do his impression of 60% of the Disney characters. Brad held your hand throughout the entire journey, he just seemed to be really touchy today, much more than normal. Then, you pulled up at the most beautiful pastel pink hotel; not just any hotel; the Disney Hotel. It’d been your dream to stay here since being a little girl. Looking at Brad, your mouth open you blinked in bewilderment.  “Is...Thi...Is this our hotel?” He nodded and giggled as you bombarded him with even more thankyous and hugs and cuddles. 

Once you’d all checked into your rooms, changed into something a little more comfortable, your holiday could begin. Everyone had some ears to wear, and everyone was getting into the Disney spirit, even Connor who wasn’t the greatest Disney fan in the world. The majority of your time was spent on the rides, taking so many funny photos and meeting all of your favourite characters. You had the most adorable group photo taken with Mickey and Minnie in front of the castle. It was one of those things where you were just so happy to be in your happiest place with the people who meant the most to you. 

Brad seemed to be having an amazing time, until it came to your last day. He was so distant and quiet, not like the normal Brad that you knew. The girls were keeping you occupied, pointing out all the cute things and the characters whilst the boys seemed to be re-assuring Brad. You wondered why he couldn’t speak to you about whatever was troubling him. After having another amazing day in the park, you all walked down Main Street to take your place to watch the fireworks. Kirstie stood with her arms around James, Luisa stood snuggled into Con and Anastasia was trying to fix Tristans ears onto his head. You however were stood alone, Brad had gone to a shop somewhere, so you said you’d go on and save a space. “Is Brad okay?” You turned to ask James “Yeah, he’s fine why?” “He’s just been really distant today that’s all” “Oh...” “I thought I’d done something to upset him..” “Oh no no no, believe me you’ve done nothing to upset him, nothing at all” “You sure?” “I’m more than sure” He smiled.

Then, you felt warm arms wrap around you and a chin rest on your shoulder. The couples were stood in a diamond shape right in front of the castle. “Hey” he whispered “Hey” you whispered back, as he kissed you on the cheek.

*James and Kirstie were stood behind you. Brad had one hand behind his back with a small box in it. James took a photo of this moment; Brad with his arms around you, the castle right in front of you both and the ring in his hand, you completely unaware. He uploaded it to Instagram with the caption “Lets hope she says Yes”.*

As you waited for the show, Brad kept shuffling.  “Brad, are you okay?” “Yes...I...” And with that his hands were removed from around your waist.  “Brad what’re you doing?” He knelt down to the floor, and the crowd around you burst into gasps and aws! The boys and the girls stood back, to give you and Brad some space. “(Y/N), I don’t know what my life would be like without you. You bring me so much joy and laughter everyday, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So...(Y/N)...Will you marry me?” You looked around at the couples, they were all smiling and James gave you a wink. “OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG MUPPET” You shouted, as he placed the ring on your finger, pulling you into the tightest hug. You kissed him on the lips as you looked down and giggled.  “SMILE” James said as he held up his phone Brad enveloped you into a cuddle as you showed the ring to the camera giggling. He then uploaded it to the Instagram with the caption “She said Yes”. Then, the fireworks began as the internet went into complete craze because you and Brad were engaged. You both watched the castle be lit up by exploding lights, as you snuggled into one another. Looking up at your Fiance, you wondered how you ever got so lucky.

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Meeting Brad on a Train The Vamps Imagine

The best thing about living away at University was being able to get on the train with your suitcase and know that you were on your way home.  I study English Literature down in London, and although I only live in Manchester, I don’t visit home as often as I should. We’re so bogged down by work and reading that I just get cooped up in the University bubble and forget that I actually have family and a dog that are desperate to see me at home. This is why I’m so thankful for Reading Weeks. I’ve booked my train home, reserved my seats and I’m so hyped to get back to my bedroom and my friends and of course my dog.

Dragging my suitcase behind me, I excused my way through the station being careful not to hurt anyone, and occasionally standing on a few people’s feet. I’d already got my tickets from the little machine, so I just needed to find my platform. That’s the one thing I hate about train stations; platforms. They’re just so confusing, and London Euston station reminds me of an airport, the whole having to wait for your train to be called thing doesn’t do for me. I take my seat next to an old couple who are sharing their cheese sandwiches; talk about relationship goals and open my book on my lap. We’ve been given a copy of ‘The Great Gatsby’ to have finished by the end of the week, so I best get started now. The thing I like about being asked to read things is that it’s not like work for me, because I genuinely enjoy getting out a book and losing myself in a plot and a character. Do I sound nerdy?

“The 18:45 Virgin Train Service to Manchester Piccadilly will be departing from Platform 4”

I pick my head up from my book, shove it quickly in my bag and route around for my tickets. I can see everyone rushing to the platform and I’m so glad my mum made me reserve my tickets. I didn’t think this train was going to be so busy; what’s great about Manchester anyway. I finally find my train tickets at the bottom of my bag, as always, pick up my case and make my way to platform 4. I’m on Coach B, Seat 56 so I make my way down. I’m helped by one of the stewards to lift my case onto the train and then make my way down to my seat, only to find that it’s been taken. “Excuse me, um, Hi” The man, his wife and their two children look at me, shocked. “I think you’re sat in my seats” “Well I think you’re mistaken, we’ve booked these seats” “That’s strange, it says I’m sat here too” I show  the man my ticket, looking around me the train is beginning to fill up, there’s nowhere for me to sit. “There must have been some mistake” he replies, handing me my ticket back and showing me his own.  “We’re not moving so go and find somewhere else”. “I’m sorry?” “I said go and find somewhere else to sit, we’re not moving from here” “There’s no need to take that attitude with this young lady sir” I turn around to see one of the staff, who work on the train, looking down and the man and his family. “But she’s demanding we move, there’s been a fault with your company clearly as these seats are double booked. And because we were here first, we will not be moving from this train. Finished.” “Well sir, if you’re going to take that attitude, we’re going to have to move this young lady to another seat on the train…If you’d like to follow me madam” The young man looked at me, smiled, and started to walk down the train. Dragging my suitcase behind me, I followed him. I didn’t know where he was planning on taking me; the train was already full as it was. Then we entered the first class section of the train. It was quiet, almost empty in fact. I guess people just won’t pay the prices. “Excuse me, I didn’t pay for a first class ticket” “I know you didn’t but because there’s been a mix up in the system, and because you booked a seat on the train, take this as our apology to you. You’ve been upgraded” He smiled, and then made his way back down the train to check that everything was in order. Talk about a strange journey.

Picking up my heavy case, I tried to put it on the baggage stand, but I was having a little bit of trouble. I’m not the strongest person in the world, and this suitcase was not playing along with me. “Need some help?” A guy with long hair and a beard asked. “Um, yeah…sorry” I laughed “Don’t worry about it” He smiled, picking up the case straight away and walking away back to his friends. There were five of them, who were sat on the next table opposite me. I took a seat by the window, put my headphones in and re-opened my book as I watched the train whiz past the beautiful British Countryside. One of the guys sat opposite, with curly hair and beautiful brown eyes couldn’t stop staring at me. I didn’t think much of it at first, but every time I’d look up, his eyes would be focused on me, and he’d smile. I smiled back, being friendly as you do, and continued to read my book. Do you ever have music playing and just forget that your playlist had stopped because you’re so into the book you’re reading? Well that’s what happened to me. I was in a trance. I was in the world of Gatsby. “Brad stops staring at her man!” I looked up to see the curly haired boy still staring, and his friend next to him, a tall skinny boy, nudging him and laughing. “I’m so sorry if he’s creeping you out” Taking my headphones out, I looked at the boy and asked what he’d said “I said, my friend here thinks you’re beautiful!” The curly haired boy was blushing in the corner, as his friend continued to laugh. “SHUT UP MAN!” The curly haired boy shouted, digging his elbow into his friends side “Yeah Tris, stop it man”

I shook my head and laughed at the boys childish antics and put my book away. There’s only so much reading you can do in one day. I put my headphones back in and started on my new playlist. The 1975 & The Kooks; my favourite bands. Putting my head against the window, I watched the world pass me by. The next thing I know, I the light next to me is blocked by a shadow and I see the curly haired boy stood over me. I think he’s been speaking to me but I’ve not been able to hear him. Taking my headphones out, I look up at him “Sorry?” “I said, was that the Kooks you were listening too?” “Yeah it was!” I smiled “Awesome band” He replied taking a seat opposite me “Oh god, was I playing my music that loud?” “Just a little, but you were playing some tunes, so it’s all good by me” I looked down and laughed. “Brad” He said, holding out his hand “(Y/N)” I replied, shaking it. “So, I’d like to apologise for my friend being an absolute dick before” “Oh, It’s er, it’s no problem”e He lhhh “But I’d like to take you out some time” I looked at this guy, this guy I hadn’t even known for five minutes, this guy who was asking me out on a date. “You know nothing about me…” “But I’d like to get to know you. Listen, I’ll leave you my number okay, if you want to meet up some time, give me a ring, and I’ll be happy to hear from you” He wrote his number down quickly on a napkin and walked back to his friend, flashing me a quick smile.

I picked up the napkin and tapped his number into my phone. I mean, he was cute, and he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Plus he had a great taste in music. If I just text him for a little while, and if we don’t get along, I don’t have to speak to him again do I? “Hi” I text I looked over to see him feeling for his phone in his pocket, he picked it up and looked straight up at me. I gave him a smile and we talked for the rest of the train journey.

That was the day I first met my boyfriend, Brad Simpson; that cheeky lad from Birmingham with insanely curly hair.

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Guess Who’s Back?!

I’M BACK AND WRITING AGAIN!

I know, I’ve been gone waaaaay too long, but I’m back again and I can’t wait to start writing things for you. So get your requests in, and I’ll get straight onto them. x

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BRAD GO AWAY

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Another World - London, 01.05.2015

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dear diary…

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I CANT

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Brad from The Vamps plays Plank All Over Me [x]

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REQUESTS

Get your requests in guys!

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1. your middle school best friend, the one you share all your laughs with and can’t imagine not being friends with, will only be a familiar face that you’ll share a smile with across the room during high school graduation 2. popularity doesn’t matter. at all. be nice to everyone, don’t be stuck up in who you talk to, stay down to earth. high school isn’t just about climbing to the top and building contacts. one day you’re going to look back and wonder who your true friends were and what motives others had in gaining your friendship. take the time to get to know those who you normally wouldn’t, and you’ll be very surprised 3. the loneliness you feel right now is not permanent. there will be a moment, maybe months or years from now, where you will feel this overwhelming warmness, and you will look around at the people surrounding you and think, hey maybe all that sadness and loneliness was worth getting to this point. and you will smile and everything will be ok 4. don’t get sucked into the “I’m too cool to study” phase. stop glorifying netflix, going to sleep late, and barely getting your work done. find your motivation and don’t let anyone hold you back. there will be kids at school who will love to brag “I didn’t study for this test” and “oh dude I stayed up till 1am last night.” I promise that doesn’t make them cool or bad ass. in fact, most people who claim they haven’t cracked a book open, have actually studied more than you think. hold your own, be productive. you don’t want to look back on a test, a quarter, a semester, a year and think “damn, I wish I had done more.” give it your all and you will reap the benefits 5. don’t lose your spontaneity - don’t get sucked into the same rigid routine. regularity is great but you can’t lose your spark. it will crush you, years down the line, when you realize you’ve forgotten what it’s like to do something without overly planning it, without worrying about homework, without a million other items on your to-do list creeping into the back of your mind 6. when you’re having a shitty night, just go to sleep. seriously turn your phone off, close the computer, and get into bed. I promise that is the only solution. 7. when someone invites you to plans, always say yes. even if you’re exhausted, curled up watching a movie in pajamas. even if you feel like you want some alone time, or if you don’t feel 100 percent comfortable in the social situation (not in a dangerous way but a meeting new people way) - say yes. you won’t regret the experiences. 8. make yourself painfully aware of the compartmentalized characteristics and cookie-cutter personas you put on and that others put on. be conscious of the characters the media has ingrained in our society, and remind yourself that being the “cool girl” doesn’t mean drinking beer and eating burgers and letting guys step all over you so you can seem chill. reading and writing doesn’t make you “nerdy” just like playing sports doesn’t make you cool. these are associations we have been taught by movie scripts and novels. you don’t have to be one thing or the other - you can wake up early one morning, make yourself a smoothie, and be that “yoga” girl. then the next day you can stay out all night and live recklessly. you don’t have to feel like you need to fit into a persona 9. not everyone will like you, and that’s okay. stop trying to please everyone - it’s impossible. radiate confidence - even if it’s fake confidence, eventually it will become real. once you can do this, you will be untouchable 10. it’s not weird to go places alone - you don’t always need to find a friend to enjoy yourself. go for a walk, a bike ride. read at a coffee shop, take yourself out to lunch, drive somewhere interesting. don’t spend your whole day in a big ole box - you are alive, you are full of life and energy and so much potential. use it, move around, feel restless and don’t settle for staying idle

advice for high schoolers (s-un-rise)

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I just sort of wish I dressed like the female version of Brad

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Tristan Imagine: You’re ill

Request:  Hiya hun, iv been suffering with tonsillitis and a chest infection for the last week, I really could do with some cute fluffy Tristan fluff about him taking care of me, to make me feel better. It sucks being ill, love your blog and imagines 😚 superstar 😍 much love x begoftristan

I’d woken up this morning with the most horrendous pain in my throat, coughing like mad and aching all over. It would come on the day when I was supposed to be going to the Zoo with Tristan, my boyfriend. I rolled out of bed and banged around on the bedside table for my phone, clicking the goofy photo that was his caller ID. “Hey babe, everything okay?” “Erm, not really...Tris I’m going to have to cancel today” “Oh god (Y/N), you don’t sound well, what’s the matter?” “I wish I knew, I’ve got an appointment at the doctors this morning so i’ll walk down...” “You will not walk down” “Tris I...” “Nope, I’m coming to get you, be ready for 20 past”  The phone was down and I sighed, dragging myself into the bathroom, I washed my face, tied my hair up and shoved on a pair of leggings and my hoodie. It was a shit day. 

Tristan stayed true to his word and arrived at my flat at exactly 20 past. Putting his arm around me, he helped me into the car, he didn’t tell me how awful I looked, even though I knew I looked homeless, instead he said I was beautiful. We waited in the Doctors surgery, my head on Tris’ shoulder as he rubbed my back to soothe me. When they called me in, the Doctor examined me and diagnosed me with tonsilitis, great. Tris and I then made our way back home and that’s when all hell broke loose. I felt faint, dizzy, and not myself. It wasn’t going well, I couldn’t see where I was going. Grabbing for Tris’ arm, I couldn’t find it to keep my balance. I felt so horrible I....

Fluttering my eyes, my head felt funny, something weird had happened and I didn’t know what As my eyes squinted, I figured that I was not in the bedroom at my flat. In confusion, my eyes looked around to try and get my surroundings correct.  “(Y/N)?” “mmm” I mumbled “Sweetheart are you okay” “Mum?” “I’m here darling” “Wait...where am I?” “You’re at home love, you fainted after you went to the doctors, Tristan brought you here, you needed yor mum” “Tristan brought me here? wa...wait where is Tris?” “He’s gone home to get some stuff, he won’t be long”  Kissing me on the forehead, she left the room and let me wake up fully. Tristan was the best boyfriend in the world, I knew I’d found a keeper. 

Sitting with a book on my lap, I heard the front door open and my mum whispering. I then heard the sound of feet creeping up the stairs and a faint knock on my bedroom door. “(Y/N)?” Tristan whispered “Yeah” I said, weak as anything He lightly pushed the door open and entered the room with a bunch of pink roses, my favourite flowers.  “Oh Tris” I blushed, sitting up. Even when I was ill, he never failed to make me feel like the most special girl in the world.  “How’re you feeling?” He asked, kissing me on the cheek as he placed the flowers at the side of my bed. “A little better thankyou” I smiled “I’ll leave you two to it, if you need anything, I’m downstairs” My mum smiled “Thankyou”  Tristan hopped into bed next to me, put his arms around me in his tight grip as I buried my head into his chest. He kissed my forehead. “You panicked me so much before” “I’m so sorry” “No, don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re feeling okay now” “Thankyou” “What for?” “For everything, for looking after me all day, you’d be a good little nurse” “Always did want to be a brain surgeon” “Bit far Tris...bir far” I giggled Snuggling into him some more, he began to move. “Where you off?” He knelt on the floor, looking through his bag, pulling out a little box. “Here” He said, handing me the little box as he climbed back into bed next to me, taking me back into his firm grip. “What’s this?” “Millie made it for you when she found out that you weren’t well” “Cutie!”  As I opened the package, I found a little card she had made where she had drawn a photo of Tristan, her and myself at the fair along with a little bracelet she’d made with the set I had got her for Christmas. It made me smile.

As the night went on, Tris showed me some of the stuff him and the boys had been working on, and we then cuddled in and watched a movie. My Mum trusted Tris and I, so it was completely okay for him to stay the night. As he got so into ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ I cuddled into his chest, and his heart beat was my lullaby as I drifted off to sleep. 

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Brad Imagine: Teaching your child their first word

REQUEST:  Hey love! Could you do an imagine where me and brad are married and we've got a kid and brad is teaching our kid to speak his first word and brad swears and this is our kid's first word ;D my name's Victoria ;*

When we first told people that I was pregnant, it was clear that they had doubts. Brad and I had been together since we were 17, we’re now 23 and we’ve been married for a year. According to people, we were too young to be having a child, but we knew that it was right, it was the right thing to do to complete our perfect little family. I had our gorgeous little boy Isaac a year and a half ago, and he’s beautiful. He’s got Brad’s curly hair, my blue eyes and the cutest chubby cheeks. 

As I walked in from work, I threw my keys in the bowl and kicked my heels off, it’d been a tough day. I was greeted with the sound of my husband talking to Isaac. “Daddy...say daddy” Brad pleaded Isaac didn’t listen, he just stood with his hands on the edge of his cot, looking at Brad with a blank expression on his face. I stood at the door watching them, they were somewhat bonding. Brad had the day of work today, so had spent the day with Isaac whilst I was at work. The next thing I knew, Brad had grabbed Isaac’s bunny and was waving it in his face, making it’s hands move and trying to bribe him to say ‘bunny’. “Who’s this? Who’s this? Bunny...Say Bunny”  Still nothing. I couldn’t help but laugh, he was seriously trying. He grabbed every object possible; a piece of fake pizza, a teddy bear, a fish, a toy dog, even our own dog Milo, but still nothing. Isaac clearly wasn’t bothered. Every time Brad tried to make him do something,  he just stared at him blankly and let out a little giggle. 

Keeping eye contact with Isaac, Brad started to feel around the floor for something else to grab that he could try and get Isaac to say. I could see it happening but before I could say anything the damage had been done. brad slammed his hand down on one of the loose lego bricks that he had left lying around when they had been playing when I left. His hand shot up immediately, shaking to try and get the pain away. “SHIT!” He exclaimed All of a sudden the baby began laughing. “shit” his little voice giggled Raising his head from the floor in horror, Brad looked our little boy in the eyes. “shit” he giggled again “No no no no no that’s a naughty word if your mummy ever finds ou.." “Nice work Bradley” I giggled from the door Startled from the sound of my voice, Brad turned around to face me. “Oh shit” “SHIT” the baby exclaimed a little louder “Brad!” I giggled again, walking over and sitting with them “Isaac, that’s a naughty word, never say that ever again” “But Dad...” “Never mind what daddy said, daddy’s a naughty boy”  Brad looked at you confused, but went along with what you said.  “Parenting done right” he whispered in your ear as you both laughed 

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that’s all i have to say, so baby, can we dance?

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Brad’s Perth Massage

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Why are you so perf?