Careless Whispers

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Brooke watched from a chair in the back with a loving smile,

As everyone in the room chatted about the name suggestion.

After the Meeting

"Night everyone," Adam says and started to his room,

The house was five stories and had stairs that you wouldn't believe Luckily, Adams's room was on the third floor

and so was the meeting room.

It was getting closer to 10:30 PM.

Adam was putting Spitfire To sleep in a Crib by the side of his bed when suddenly, He heard several knocks on the door.

"Come in," Adam whispered.

"Oh, hope I'm not interrupting," Brooke says, sneaking through the door and over to the crib " What a sweet little angel, he's so peaceful, he loves you!" Brooke says and glances up to Adam as she knelt by the crib.

"Yeah," Adam says with a heavy sigh. " poor thing, he's just little."

"Luckily though, Spitfire has you," Brooke says kindly and relaxes on the foot of Adams's king-size bed.

Adam sighs heavily again,

He was under a lot of stress, and a tour was coming up,

Adam was hurt, assuming he would have to temporarily split with Spitfire to go on tour.

Spitfire was only two months old.

Brooke grins, as Spitfire squirmed around in the crib,

"Your a great Dad, Adam,

Spitfire is very lucky to have such a great person in their life."

Adam smiles towards Brooke "Thank you, Brooke, you can help out with Spitfire whenever you want, and as soon as you want, I can always use the help."

Brooke nods

"I'll help in the morning, of course," She beams,

"I must go now though... goodnight, Adam," she says

"I'll see you and Spitfire in the morning," she says softly, making her way to the door.

"Night Brookie," Adam says softly with a half-smile watching the door shut slowly.

10 months later...

Crowds cheering, Adam was back to the stage,

he was dressed to impress and the venue was full,

hundred of people watched Adam perform.

Later that night, between a small break,

Adam got away from the producing crew,

in a small back room,

a single telephone hung on the wall,

it was a storage room,

and since Adam wasn't allowed

to make calls in the middle of a concert,

he made it quick.

Several rings later.

"Dundee housing, who is this?" A woman answered the phone.

"FANCY!" Adam says excitingly.

"Oh, Adam... aren't you in a concert?... what's wrong?" Fancy asked concerned.

"Nothing... Nothing is wrong,

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