(Chapter 1)(our life)
(Brantley's p.o.v)
The bus slammed on the breaks, I grabbed the back of her shirt before hit the tour bus floor.
" that was almost bad". I say to her. Her green eyes went from fear to happy. " good catch, daddy". She says as I took my 4 year old in my arms. I kissed her cheek. " your face need a shave". She says. I smiled.
" no way". I say.
Later that night we were laying in my bed. She was snuggled up to my bare chest. It reminded me of the first time I had held her.
*flashback*
" well , Mr. Gilbert, here's you daughter". The nurse said smiling as they covered my child's mother with a white sheet. The baby was screaming till she felt my arms holding her.
" it's okay, daddy will take really good care of you I promise." I heard myself say.
" daddy's gonna be good, no more drinking, no more drugs, no more just thinking about myself anymore, I can start over, with your help." I heard myself say.
*end of flashback*
I pulled the blanket closer around her.
I kissed my daughters head.
