"Mommy, I think dad needs help in the kitchen." Your daughter says as she standing in front of you, her clothes are full of flour. Laughing you get up from your laptop, you had to do a few things for your work, so Brad and your daughter start baking till you come. "What did he do this time?" you ask your little daughter. "The kitchen looks like it has snowed in it and the cookies are burned." You little daughter laugh. When you arrive in the kitchen, you see a desperate Brad trying to save the burnt cookies by decorating them. You can't hold back your laugh and scare Brad, who hasn't noticed you yet. "Hey Babe, everything is alright, only a small thing went wrong, but I'm getting along." He laughs, nervously. "Oh really, our daughter disagrees." You laugh and look at her with a smile. "Okay, maybe we could use a little bit of help." He scratches his neck and looks around the kitchen, where there is total chaos. You shake your head laughing and help the two of them to bake the rest of the evening the christmas cookies.
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Bradley Simpson Imagines
FanfictionJust a girl who's writing her imagination. Published these Imagines on my Instagram account @textingwithbrad
