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topgun-imagines · 7 months

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Day 10: Blood In The Water

Pairings: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x sister!reader, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Synopsis: What would have happened if it was you, Ice’s RIO, in that flat spin instead of Goose?

Warnings: mentions of death, panic attacks, crying, fainting, engine failure & plane crashes.

Note: wouldn’t mind expanding on this one after whumptober if people are interested

Word count: 1.3k

“Come on, Mav!” You called from behind Ice. The two of you were currently flying right behind Maverick, the arrogant pilot having cut you off to get a shot on the bogey. After many attempts, he was unsuccessful and now refusing to move to let you and Iceman get the shot. He was too close to get a proper shot lined up. The pissing contest between the two was really starting to get out of hand. “Get the hell out of there!”

With a roll of your eyes, you gave up on yelling at your brother's best friend and spoke to Ice instead. After little encouragement from you, it was his turn to yell at Maverick. “Mav! Come off high right,” You grinned, ready for Ice to make the shot. However, Mav insisted that he only needed five more seconds. “Come off high right, Mav. I’m in.” Everything seemed to be going fine. You and Ice were about to make the shot, putting you on top of the scoreboard.

But in the blink of an eye, everything went to hell.

“I’m off. Shit!” Maverick hissed, quickly pulling up and to the right. For a second, you were elated. This was the point that would put you over the edge. You were seconds away from winning the Top Gun trophy. That was before your stomach dropped and you realized what exactly was happening.

You froze, eyes screwed shut as you screamed at Ice. “We’re in his jet wash!” Distantly, you heard Ice curse in front of you. Your head was pounding against your skull, horror surging through your veins. The only thing you could do was hope that Ice could pull you out of it. This was not good. You peeled your eyes open when you heard a sensor going off. “Shit! We’ve got a flame out, Ice!” More sensors went off as your jet continued to spiral. “Engine one is out! Engine two is out!”

It was then that you heard the words you never wanted to hear from your pilot. He called your name in a rush. “I’m losing control, I’m losing control!” The panic in his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard before. “I ca- I can’t control it! It won’t recover!” He cussed again as the jet spun uncontrollably through the air.

You looked up with tears in your eyes, watching the view from the canopy switch from the dark ocean below to the bright blue sky. “We’re out of control! This is not good!” Before you could stop it, a sob bubbled out of your chest. It wasn’t often that you cried, and you knew that Ice needed you to be level-headed, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were about to die.

When Ice heard you crying behind him, it was as if something clicked in his mind. Suddenly, you stopped spinning. Now your jet was headed straight for the ocean. As a kid, you loved the water; splashing around in it with your brother. Now? Not so much. Through heavy breaths, you blinked sluggishly. Everything felt funny. Your head became fuzzy, it was harder to breathe and you felt sick to your stomach.

And then everything went dark.

In front of you, Ice was focused on pulling the two of you out of the flat spin. The two of you were going to make it through this. He was sure of it.

Only one hundred meters away, Goose watched, helpless as his baby sister and her pilot spun out of control. He would never tell Maverick this, but if there was one person that he was confident could recover from a flat spin, it was Iceman. When you had followed Goose to the academy only a few years after him, needless to say, he was worried. He was even more worried when you were paired with the infamous Iceman. After all, you were his baby sister. Nick Bradshaw would lay his life down to protect you. And everyone knew that.

One night, only a few days after you and Iceman had been paired up, Goose approached the cocky pilot that he considered his friend. Regardless of the fact that some would have assumed that Goose was really questioning Ice’s skill, Ice knew that your brother was simply looking out for you. And that was something that he could understand. That night, your pilot had promised to protect you with his life. If he could help it, no harm would ever come to you.

A few months later, Goose met Maverick. Even though Mav wasn’t at the academy, the two grew inseparable almost instantly. You had met Mav many times before being reunited with the pilot at Top Gun, however, he had never met your pilot. When you walked into the first class only a few weeks ago, Maverick’s jaw dropped at the sight of you strutting in with Iceman’s arm thrown over your shoulders. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous.

Maverick was never a religious man. But now, even he was praying that Ice could pull this off. Right now, his ego didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for saving you and Iceman. Did he like the pilot? No. Did that mean that he wanted to watch him crash into the ocean? Hell no. Especially not if it meant you were going with him. You and Goose were the only family he had left. He wasn’t about to lose you.

“Mayday! Mayday! Ice is in trouble!” Simultaneously, Maverick and Goose’s jaws dropped. They both watched Ice pull off a miracle. Your jet was no longer spinning out of control. Instead, it was rising steadily. Even over the coms, they could hear Ice breathe a sigh of relief. But they weren't quite done yet. The next step was getting all four of you back to land without another incident.

Back on land, you were lying on the tarmac, out cold with Ice, Mav, and your brother hovering protectively over you. Ever so slowly, you blinked your eyes open, gasping quietly at the sight of the three aviators hovering over you. You only had a second to process what was happening before Goose collapsed onto you, clinging to you for dear life. There was a small smile on your face as you hugged him back.

Ice and Maverick sat back on their heels and made eye contact. Where there normally would have been anger or disdain, there was now thankfulness and understanding. A nod was shared between the two. And then your brother was launching himself at Iceman. Chuckling at the sight of your pilot's shocked face, you sat up slowly with the help of Mav. Ice shot a dazzling smile at you from over your brother’s shoulder and patted his back in reassurance.

“Thank you,” Goose pulled back, his expression as serious as you had ever seen it. “Thank you so much for keeping her safe.” Everyone’s expressions became sombre at the reality of what could have happened. Ice only nodded at your brother.

You were the next to hug him, falling into his arms and sniffling into his chest. His strong arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you anchored to the ground, to him. You could have sworn you heard him sniffle, but no one else ever had to know. When you sniffled again, holding him tighter, he rocked the two of you back and forth. And neither your brother, nor Maverick, needed to know that he pressed a delicate kiss to your temple seconds later.

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Lucky

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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A/N: Hey! Sorry I've been gone for a while! I looooved this request I got so I'm proud to say that I have expanded my Top Gun fics to Goose as well as Rooster! Enjoy anon!

Request: howdy please may i request a goose x reader fanfic (BECAUSE THERE ARE ZILCH ANYWHERE AND IM STILL SAD) where the reader gets hurt and goose tries to comfort her? (maybe some kisses if you see fit - i trust you to do as you like :))

Summary: (Y/n) gets into a car accident while Nick is at work, which leads to a very scared and concerned Goose.

Warnings: mentions of injuries/death

(Y/n) awoke to the smell of bacon floating in the air. With a soft sigh, she smiled to herself, knowing that her husband was in the kitchen with her pink apron tied around his waist, probably humming “Great Balls of Fire” under his breath.

She silently got out of bed and made her way down the hallway towards the kitchen, feet padding softly against the hardwood floors. Peering around the corner into the kitchen, her suspicions were confirmed. Nick was in front of the stove, cooking breakfast while wearing her pink apron, swaying back and forth as he hummed quietly. The only thing she got wrong was the song he was singing. It turned out to be “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling,” one of his and Mav’s favorites.

(Y/n) decided to watch her husband in his own little world, asking herself what she did to deserve such a wonderful man. After a few seconds, she made her way over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her head on his shoulder, joining him in singing.

“You’ve lost that loving feeling,

Now it’s gone, gone, gone,

Woah-oah”

He put the spatula down and turned to face her, gently cupping her cheeks with a grin. Goose leaned down and wrapped her in his arms. To (y/n), it felt like a warm blanket of safety and adoration was wrapped around her.

“Good morning, Mrs. Bradshaw.” He whispered, kissing her forehead.

“Good morning, Goose,” (y/n) replied. “So, what do you have for me this morning?”

Letting go with one arm, he held her waist with the other as he gestured to their kitchen table. On it sat pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast.

He led her over to it, pulling out the chair for her to sit in. “Only the best for you, honey.”

Sitting down, she began to fill her plate with the delicious foods that Nick had made. Once her plate was full, she looked up to see him already staring at her.

“What?” She asked, a small smile on her face.

Goose shook his head softly with a grin of his own. “I love you more than anything, sweetheart.”

Her smile grew at the comment as she felt her cheeks heat up. Even after three years of marriage, Nick still made her feel like a teenager in love. They stayed like that for a little while, just eating their breakfast in comfortable silence, until he glanced down at his watch, cursing under his breath. Quickly getting up, he grabbed his keys off the counter and ran over to (y/n), kissing her on the cheek before walking towards the door.

“See you later, baby!” She called over her shoulder at him.

Goose shot her his signature smile as he put on his aviators. “Bye, honey. I love you.”

“I love you, too, stud! Be careful!”

With a nod, he closed the door and went to work. Stuffing the last pancake into her mouth, (y/n) got an idea: she was going to visit Nick on base during his lunch break.

“Alright Mav, Let’s turn and burn, brother,” Goose announced through the comms.

“I feel the need,” Mav paused. “The need for speed!”

With that, the pair’s training mission started. They tried to take down a decoy mig-38 but had trouble getting a lock on the smaller aircraft. Try after try, the more agile plane locked onto them before they could lock on it. Goose’s frustrated voice came through the comms the third time they were toned.

“Come on, Mav! Do some pilot sh-”

He was interrupted by Viper. “Maverick, Goose, return to base immediately.”

Nick threw his head back against the seat. “Sir, we can do this. We just need one more try. Jus-”

“Bradshaw, it’s (y/n). She’s been in an accident.”

The breath was stolen from his lungs as the world around him stilled, and his stomach dropped.

He swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat, speaking breathlessly. “Accident? What accident? Is she okay?”

He didn’t even realize Mav had turned around, speeding towards the base and towards (y/n) as he waited for a reply.

“Car accident. We don’t know anything more than she’s in the hospital.”

Nick couldn’t bring himself to speak, not trusting his voice, so Mav responded for him. “Roger that, Viper. We’re on our way back to base.”

“Hey, Goose,” he continued. “She’s gonna be okay. Hang in there, man.”

The whole flight back to base was a blur. The second they landed, Nick jumped out of the plane and started sprinting towards his locker, needing his keys. Right as he entered the hangar, Viper called out to him. Whipping around quickly, Goose barely registered the car keys being thrown at him.

“It’s on the front row. Let us know when you hear something.” Viper said, nodding his head towards the parking lot.

By the time Nick got to the car, Maverick was right behind him, insisting that he drove. Pete knew Goose long enough to know when he was out of it, and this was one of those times.

As they sped towards the hospital, he said a small prayer, promising he would do anything just for her to be okay. Pete pulled up to the hospital entrance and, Nick got out, running to the desk, frantically asking for help.

“My wife was brought in. (Y/n) Bradshaw. She was in a-”

“Car accident, right?” A nurse asked, getting up.

Nodding, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

She started walking down the hall. “She’s just up here.”

When they arrived at her room, he opened the door slowly, gasping slightly at the sight in front of him. Cuts and bruises littered (y/n)’s face, and her wrist was in a brace as she lay asleep on the bed. Her knee was also in a brace and was elevated on some pillows. Nick’s vision blurred as he sat beside her bedside, cradling her uninjured hand in his own.

“What happened?” He asked quietly, voice breaking.

The nurse sighed sadly. “Some idiot ran through a stop sign and t-boned her on the driver's side. She’s got a concussion and a severely sprained left wrist and knee.” She paused. “She’s lucky. Really lucky.”

At the nurse’s confession, all the emotion Goose had been holding back finally broke through. A sob escaped him as he pulled her hand up to his lips. “Will she be okay?”

“(Y/n)’s expected to make a full recovery. She’s just sleeping right now.”

He sighed, thanking the nurse before turning his attention back to his wife. Leaning over the bed, he kissed her lips softly, careful not to irritate her cut-up face. Even laying in a hospital bed, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

A few minutes later, Mav entered the room, eyes widening at the bruises and cuts that covered her face, just like Goose had minutes prior.

Nick looked over his shoulder at the man with a teary smile. “She’s okay, Mav. She’s okay.”

Breathing a shuddering breath, Pete crossed the room and pulled Goose into a hug. “What did the doctor say?”

“Some guy ran a stop sign and smashed into her driver's side. She’s got some cuts and bruises with a concussion and a sprained wrist.”

“How long until she wakes up?” He asked, taking a seat next to Nick.

“However long she needs. The nurse said she’s just resting…thanks for everything, Mav. Really. Thank you.”

Later that night, after Mav had left, Goose was slouched asleep in his bedside chair when he felt (y/n)’s hand squeeze his. Shooting up, tears once again filled his eyes at the sight of his wife’s smiling face. Scooting closer, he cupped her cheek as he connected their lips softly.

“Hey, honey. How’re you feeling?” He asked quietly, kissing her hand and smoothing her hair back off her forehead.

(Y/n) sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. “Terrible.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“I remember being on my way to the base and then…” she trailed off, pausing to think. “I remember a car coming towards me and then…nothing.”

Nick’s heart dropped, and he lowered his head at the realization she was coming to see him. (Y/n) knew what he was doing. He was finding a way to somehow blame himself for her accident.

“No. You’re not doing this. This is not your fault.”

The pilot continued to stare at his lap. “But you were coming to see me.”

“You didn’t even know about it, baby,” she cooed, cupping his cheek with her good hand. “It’s nobody’s fault except the guy who hit me.”

When he didn’t move from his position, she gently brought his face up to look at her. Her heart broke at his red and puffy eyes with tears leaking from them.

The second he let out a sob, (y/n) pulled him into her arms, cradling his head against her chest. Shortly after, she began to cry, knowing just how close she was to not coming home.

The couple stayed in each other’s arms for a while, just thankful they could be together after the eventful day.

Goose pulled back first with a broken sigh. “I love you so much, baby. I-I thought the worst when they told me. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered, leaning in, stopping just before their lips touched. “Can you make me breakfast in bed tomorrow?”

A smile made its way onto his face as he pressed their lips together, running his hand over her cheek.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against hers, careful of her injuries. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

She looked around the room with furrowed brows and whispered. “Hey, Goose, you big stud.”

“That’s me,” he replied, chuckling under his breath.

(Y/n) grabbed his collar and looked him straight in the eyes. “Get me out of this bed or lose me forever.”

“Show me the way home, honey.”

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loveinwisteria · 4 days

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Mamma Mia! Top Gun AU

Featuring :

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell as Donna

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin as Sophie

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky as Sam

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw as The Boyfriend ™

Donna and the Dynamos being ofc Maverick, Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw as Rosie, and Carole as Tanya.

Ron 'Slider' Kerner as Bill (and yes he Will be pursued by Both Nick and Carole because I said so)

And Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson as Harry (he finds his One True Love at the wedding aka Warlock)

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mrslectermoriarty · 1 month

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Headcanon Series #6 New because I wanted to update the original post but that shit wouldn’t let me, so I had to delete it.

Bradley Bradshaw grows up hearing story after story about his great father and when he starts speaking he asks questions about why his dad isn’t there and why they visit that stone all the time (it took Mav and Carole a whole minute to realise he meant Nick’s tombstone), so Mav sits him down one day and tells him with a surprisingly steady voice that his dad flew high enough to reach heaven and now he spends his time there, looking down them and whenever Bradley sees a jet in the sky, it’s his dad telling him how much he loves him. Bradley is barely four years old and that’s the only child-friendly version thing Pete can think of. He even draws a tiny F-14 on a sticky note and hands it to Bradley, telling him to look out for these. Bradley is delighted and starts drawing his own F-14s and with every year passing, he gets better and better. His first attempt finds its place on Nick’s grave, the second goes to Carole, then Pete gets one and by the end of the month the whole class of 86’ possesses Bradshaw-Artworks.

Bradley stops drawing after his fight with Pete and swears to never to touch a pencil again for that purpose but then Tom dies and Bradley deeply mourns his loss. He thinks back to the days when Pete had taken him in after his mother’s death and how Uncle Ice had been with them so often, he basically lived with them. His chest hurts with the thought of Pete having lost, what Bradley always had secretly been convinced was the love of his life and he thinks maybe he can make an exception for Tom. Because even if he despises Pete for pulling his papers, no one deserves to suffer this much alone.

So when Pete comes home from Tom’s funeral, he finds a folded piece of paper taped to his door and when he opens it, he is greeted with the sight of two quite good drawn F-14s, one coloured in silver and the other in red and blue. He frames the paper and hangs it on the wall across his bed, where it’s been hanging ever since.

I am no artist, as you may notice. This is just kinda how I imagined it to look like. Feel free to draw your own version; I’d love to see how your ideas turn out!

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #f 14 tomcat #drawing #lowkey angst #canonical character death #goose dies #iceman dies #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #headcanon series mrslectermoriarty

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marchraindrops · 3 months

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somewhere only we know

(& alas, my crippling obsession)

#violently starts sobbing on the ground #i hate this but #also idk hwo tumblr works help #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun #top gun edit #tgm #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #my edits #angst #mavgoose #<< platonically #marchs

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bobonboard · 6 months

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I crawled out of my call of duty hole for a second, have this

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun movie #top gun edit #movie edit #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #angst edit #angst

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andmakeithome · 5 months

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eyes closed, watch the fall

The first time the day repeats, Maverick thinks it was all a dream. A horrible dream, something he’ll do his damnedest to prevent. He holds tight to Goose and keeps his own head on straight, vowing to keep Goose alive until he can’t anymore. The second repetition invokes a strange sense of unease and déjà vu. Just a nightmare, maybe, or maybe a recurring dream; Maverick doesn’t have any other word to describe it. The third is when he knows he’s in hell.

read on ao3

a/n: thank you so so so much to @icemankazansky and @boasamishipper for the betas!! this fic would not be what it is without you two <333

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #nick goose bradshaw #top gun #tg86 #time loops #pre-icemav #full tags on ao3 #words from lyss #time loop au #eyes closed watch the fall #it comes and it goes #ailesswhumptober2023 #FINALLY. IT'S HERE #also if you saw me try to post this three times SORRY tumblr wouldn't post the link for whatever reason >:/#there is a hopeful ending #enjoy the angst :]

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pilotsandgays · 1 year

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alright top gun fam i have some angst and horror for you today

i just learned about paranormal events in the military where people see the dead bodies of old soldiers that were KIA trying to interact with them

what if maverick would stay up too late at night and all of a sudden the gory corpse of Goose would be standing right next to him, asking for help with homework as if nothing had happened and Maverick has to sit there and deal with seeing the dead corpse of his best friend

#goose #maverick #goosemav #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #angst #horror #nick bradshaw #pete mitchell #paranormal #military #army #air force #scary #top gun angst

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nowhxreboy · 2 months

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Maverick x homesick - Noah Kahan

I think my edits are making a slow improvement. I hope you enjoy !

#maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #angst #maverick x goose #nick goose bradshaw #film edit #edit #tom cruise #anthony edwards #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #noah kahan #homesick

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blhtgobsessed · 7 months

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You know what I think about every day of my life?

During the mission, at the beginning when Rooster was being cautious and was looking inside of him for what ever strength he needed to go faster, it was the first time in his entire life, his entire career, that he actually felt an answer to his "Talk to me Dad".

He never felt the spirit of Goose answering him like it does for Mav. Nobody ever tried to answer the plea.

Until Maverick. Because he's all Rooter needed to get of his perch and we all know it.

But how it hurts to know that Rooster asked for an answer for almost 20 years without anybody to talk back to him.

#angst #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #talk to me goose #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #top gun #nick goose bradshaw #hurt/comfort #i feel sad #needed to get this off my chest

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topgun-imagines · 7 months

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Day 2: Famous Last Words

Pairing: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

Warnings: death, blood, suffocation, car crashes, loss of a loved one, & wounds.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: Thank you @ohtobeleah for helping me out with this one!!

Your fiancé's laughter was the last thing that you heard before everything went quiet. Nothing had ever been this quiet before. It was almost peaceful. Almost. Right up until you felt the searing pain come from your abdomen. All of a sudden, everything seemed off. You could still hear Nick talking to you, but you couldn’t make out a word he was saying. And while your whole body felt numb, you could quite easily detect the immense pain shooting up and down your right arm.

It was raining. The road conditions were bad. That semi truck ran the stop sign. All were perfectly true excuses as to why Goose was watching the love of his life bleed next to him, and yet he couldn’t help but blame himself. If he had just looked up a few seconds sooner or if he hadn’t taken that back road, you wouldn’t be hurting right now.

A million thoughts rushed through his mind as he stared at your nearly unconscious form. When accidents like this happen, there are two common reactions; fight or flight. However, when Nick saw the way your head lolled to the side, all he could do was freeze. It wasn’t until the first drop of blood spilled from your mouth that he moved. He immediately moved to cradle the side of your head. While your eyes weren’t fully closed, he could see them rolled back into your head.

The sight nearly had him throwing up in the mangled car. Goose had never been this scared in his life. He was absolutely terrified. So much so that he completely ignored the searing pain in his wrist. It shot all the way up into the side of his neck but right now, he couldn’t care less. His main priority was you.

The semi truck had plowed into your side of the car, meaning that you caught the brunt of the impact. It was obvious, from the way that you were dangerously unfocused when he called your name and the visible injuries that he could see from here. Your fiance knew that it would only be so much worse under the surface. With his good hand, Goose unbuckled his belt and tried to tilt your head up.

Suddenly, Nick’s voice was so much clearer than before. It seemed as if your head was underwater with the way that you could instantly detect everything around you. From your fiance's horrified cries, the sound of the car alarm and the feeling of the jagged metal cutting further into your flesh. Goose sounded relieved when you finally squinted your eyes open. “Thank god, Honey!” He cried, well past the point of being close to tears. They rolled down his cheeks quickly, not a single one caused by his own physical pain.

But even though your eyes were now open, they were unfocused. “Honey?” Goose tried, tapping your cheek gently. There was more panic in his voice when you couldn’t respond to him. If the RIO were to drop his hands, your head would fall back into the limp position from before. Instead, he shook you softly, pleading that you could just look at him. When you started coughing violently was when the panic truly set it.

Goose watched, helpless as blood leaked down the corner of your mouth, dripping onto your already-ruined white blouse. One of your favorite shirts, the one that you wore on your first date with Goose, now stained with your crimson blood. The man had never hated irony more than he did in that moment. “No. No, no, no, no.” He murmured, desperate to make you okay. Praying wasn’t something that Goose did often, but right now he was begging anyone that would listen to simply keep you safe.

He shook you gently, wishing, praying, that your eyes would just focus on him. “C’mon Honey, you don’t get to leave me like this,” Normally, Nick Bradshaw was a fun, care-free man. However, at this current moment, he was slowly losing his reason as to why he ever was that man. You were the light of his life, the woman he was going to marry and hopefully the mother of his children. Nick didn’t know what he was going to do if he lost you. Sobs racked through him violently when you coughed up more blood. “Please don’t leave me.” Goose couldn’t even hear how loud he was yelling.

“Baby you’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna get help.” And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not even for a second.

You were shaking, however, you had finally managed to focus on your fiance. “Goosey,” Slowly, so slowly that Nick wasn’t even sure it was really happening, you raised your hand to cup his wet cheek. A sad smile graced your beautiful, blood stained face. “My big stud,” Ever so gently, your humb stroked over his cheek, brushing the tears away from his mustache. “Don’t stop yourself from falling in love again. Please.” It was almost like you were begging him, but Goose couldn’t focus on it when he realized the implication behind your words. You were ready to die. You were ready to leave him. How was he supposed to just accept that?

“No.” It was firm. He was not letting you leave him. Not like this. All you could do was smile, tears of your own leaking down and into your blood-matted hair.

Your voice was shaky and weak. “My sweet Goosey,” Coughing again, more blood landed on your shirt. “I love you so, so much…” And then you were coughing uncontrollably, the blood filling your lungs and slowly suffocating you.

Gut wrenching sobs teared through him. “No. Please Honey…” He was pleading, the most vulnerable he had ever been. “Please don’t leave me.” Ever so slowly, that once-bright light in your eyes slowly died out. Your fiance went to speak one last time just as you drew your final breath. “I love you more honey. So much more.” Only, you never heard it. You told him that you loved him and he waited until it was too late to say it back. And that realization had Goose feeling sick to his stomach. Before he knew it, he was bent over in the car, contents of his stomach emptying quickly.

The man remained in the position for so long that he lost track of time. Eventually, his hands drifted down until he was putting pressure on your wound. Pointless as it was, he would do anything to get you back. There was itching more that he wanted than to be holding his baby in his arms, safe and sound. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his crying. It was soon interrupted, however.

“Hey buddy!” Nick turned his head, bloodstained hands desperately clutching at your lifeless frame. His tears clung to his flushed cheeks. The man was convinced that he had never looked worse. Honestly, he had never felt worse either. To the left of the totaled car, he was met with the sight of a short man with jet black hair wearing a brown leather jacket running toward the wreckage. “Are you alright?!”

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Birds of a Feather- A Bradshaw Sibling Story

Chapter 1- Welcome to the World Baby Girl

Carole, still reeling from the loss of Goose, isn't sure how to feel when she learns she is pregnant. Thankfully she has the support of two Navy pilots to help her welcome her newest addition to the world and a certain blue eyed Lieutenant ends up being a surprising rock at her side.

Notes: Once I get through the background information, this story will be told in a more story-like format (with conversations and better descriptions etc). Right now I just want to get you all to the point that movie begins with all the history (and drama) I've given these characters.

Welcome to the World Baby Girl

When Carole Bradshaw finally starts recognizing the signs of pregnancy, seven weeks after burying her husband, her first instinct is to just cry. She had been doing that a lot lately, barely able to make it to her son Bradley’s bedtime before she sobs deep and hard into Goose’s pillow. Now though, as she recognizes the churn of her upset stomach as not the flu but morning sickness, she has to fight the urge to not collapse to the kitchen floor right then and there. Bradley, oblivious to his mother’s struggles in the way only a small child can be, plays with his cereal, spooning the cheerios happily as he manages to forget once more what Carole herself can never; that Goose is never coming home again.

Carole has never thought of herself as a particularly strong woman but she concedes that perhaps she is tougher than she thinks. She keeps herself together, encourages her four year old son to eat instead of play with his food and manages to wait until a reasonable hour in the late morning to phone her sister and ask her to babysit for the day. Her sister Judy agrees immediately; all of her family in the walking on eggshells stage of caution around her that Carole is pretty confident she could ask them to help her commit a robbery and they would be there in masks just to never have to tell her no. She appreciates it, when she doesn’t find it maddening, but on a day like today she is particularly grateful.

After Bradley is dropped at his Aunt’s, Carole drives two towns over to pick up pregnancy tests. It’s not that she is ashamed, not at all, but their town in Western Pennsylvania is small and gossip travels fast. Carole might be stronger than she thinks but she knows she’s not strong enough for the rumors to start without knowing if she’s carrying or not. Besides, the possibility of carrying her late husband’s child could be a precious gift, something she won’t risk tarnishing by letting it out before she is certain.

She scours the shelves of the small pharmacy she stops at, pretends that she is there for the gummy bears she grabs for Bradley and the lotion she picks up for herself. Carole heads to the women’s aisle and finds the ClearBlue boxes, remembering when she heard about at-home pregnancy tests a few years ago and how she found the concept completely mind-blowing. Now she is thankful as she grabs three boxes and heads to checkout, gratified that the woman at the cash register clocks her wedding ring and smiles a good luck as she grabs her bags to leave.

She heads home and follows the directions to the letter, though the young blonde has never been known as a rule follower before. Energetic, fun, life of the party, if Carole took a moment to really think about it, she would realize that she not only lost her husband but a part of herself as well that day; the part that smiled and danced, that hooted in excitement regardless of her audience, the part that lived for joy as easy as one lives for breath; but that was all gone now, even more so when she noticed all three tests coming up with the same result.

She was pregnant.

Tears come, as she knew they would, and Carole isn’t sure if she should be horrified that she still isn’t sure if this is what she wants. One more piece of Nicholas Bradshaw should be the greatest gift in the world, but a baby growing up without a father also seems the cruelest. Is it fair for Carole to bring a baby into this life when she herself is already so close to floundering? Is it blasphemy to even think of not having this baby? Carole knows it’s up to her, that no one else in this world can make this decision for her, that no one can judge her for what she decides do as well. She clutches Goose’s wedding that she has moved to wear on a chain around her neck and places her other hand on her abdomen. It’s too early for kicks or to feel any movement, but Carole does experience a sort of calm tranquility as she stands in her bathroom in the silence, her hands connecting her past with her future. Goose always wanted a big family, had cried like a baby when they first learned they were expecting Bradley. He would want this child more than life itself, would have given his life willingly if he knew it would give her this blessing. Carole pictures a little baby, with Goose’s nose and smile, her husband’s amber eyes staring back at her as she rocks the newborn in her arms. It will never bring Nick back, will never lessen the pain of his loss, but maybe, just maybe, it can create some love with it too.

Everything moves quickly from there.

Carole tells her family first and more tears come. It’s different this time though, she can already tell, the grief still pressing but also lifting just that tiniest bit, her mother’s tight squeezes as they cry together healing in a way she wasn’t expecting. For a moment she feels traitorous, as though she is ignoring Nick’s death with the preoccupation of the growing baby in her body, but soon she realizes that perhaps this was Nick’s gift for her all along, something to help her through.

She tells Goose’s parents next and if she had any thoughts of not going through with the pregnancy, they die the minute Henry and Margaret fall upon their living room floor and hold each other, thanking her for telling them and begging Carole to let them help in any way they can. They spend the rest of her trip to Tennessee alternating between taking Bradley around their farm and making sure Carole doesn’t lift a finger, each sparing glances to her still flat belly when they think she’s not looking. It’s overwhelming at times but also weirdly comforting, Carole feeling closer to her in-laws than she ever felt before. She mentions her comfort of this type of living when the topic of Carole putting up her home in Pennsylvania for sale. The blonde isn’t surprised when the elder Bradshaws immediately offer her space on their land to live with Bradley and the new baby. It’s a kind offer, more generous than she could really say, but she declines.

She knows where she needs to make her new home.

Her family didn’t understand when she told them she plans to buy a house right outside of North Island and from the way Margaret’s face pales and Henry grows silent, it seems the Bradshaws don’t understand either. Carole expects this, she appreciates why this would seem so strange to everyone else, but the young mother can’t imagine bringing another child into this world and being so far away from her husband’s final resting place. Nick is in North Island, in a military cemetery not far from the waters he died in, from the air he flown in; Carole owes it to her children and her husband to not keep them any further apart than fate has already made them.

The move cross-country might break her, but it will be her cross to bear.

The bungalow she buys is small but homey, and perfect for the neighborhood they choose. It has the cutest garden, that Carole immediately starts to plant the most vibrant flowers she can, and a porch swing that she has a kind neighbor check its integrity of before it becomes her and Bradley’s favorite spot to watch the sunsets. As for the house itself, it has three bedrooms, one for each of the now remaining (and soon to be arriving) Bradshaws and is close enough to the beach that she and Bradley can walk every day across the sand. Her son loves it. His hair, which slowly starts to darken despite being consistently in the California sun, is always in a perpetual state of curly unrest from the sea breeze, his body tracking sand everywhere in their home. Carole only laughs, even when her stomach starts to swell and it gets harder to clean up all the time. Bradley has taken to the idea of a sibling remarkably well, all things considering, though he is sure in the way only a four year old can be when he pats at her stomach and asks how his little brother is. Carole decided not to find out the sex, not ready to see if she is getting a Nick or a Nicole, the names already decided as they feel only right.

During this time she wonders if she should tell Maverick. He writes her when he can, sending the letters to the family’s old address that her sister is kind enough to forward, but Carole makes sure to not tell him anything about what she is really going through, bringing a baby into this world alone. It’s not that she doesn’t trust Pete or that she doesn’t want him to know per say, she just doesn’t want to make him think he needs to take care of her. He’s young, so young, and though he feels responsible for what happened to Goose that day, Carole wasn’t lying when she told the pilot she didn’t blame him. She doesn’t, and she never will. She knew just as much as Goose did about the risks he took each day. Pointing fingers or tossing blame didn’t bring the man back; it just pushed those who remained away.

The problem with Pete Mitchell was that the man was a lot like a puppy who enjoyed punishing himself. She saw it when they first met and the kid was weighed down with the guilt of his father’s service records, and she saw it after Goose was declared deceased and Pete expected her to smack him instead of embrace him in a hug. Carole knew that if she told Maverick about the baby Pete would think it was his duty to put everything on hold and be at her side and she couldn’t ask him to do that. It wasn’t his responsibility, best friend or not. He deserved to live his life; he deserved to move on.

But sometimes life doesn’t let you make those decisions.

In her seventh month, Carole gets a knock on the door and opens to reveal one Iceman Kazansky in his service khaki’s. The man’s blue eyes immediately stalked down to her growing belly and his lips purse before he snaps himself out of his thoughts and meet her gaze. It seems he had come to apologize for his own actions that day, explaining that if he had moved out of the way quicker than Mav wouldn’t have been caught in his jetwash, ultimately leading to the spiral that forced both Pete and Nick to eject. Carole listens silently, allowing the man to get all his feelings out before she tells him the same thing she told Mav: she doesn’t blame him.

For all the coldness of his reputation, Ice gives a sharp nod before allowing just the barest of tears to fall, though he wipes the evidence away quickly. He stands then, expecting to be asked to leave now that he has said his peace but Carole just offers him to stay for dinner. The man accepts before she even finishes her statement. She expects some awkwardness but there is none to be found, Tom is nothing but a gentleman and the perfect guest, even taking the time to play with Bradley as the child shows the pilot all his favorite toy planes.

When dinner is over and Tom finishes washing and drying the dishes he insists on doing, he finally brings up Pete’s status. Carole had listened to the tall blonde pilot talk vaguely about the Leyton mission during their meal, classified though, so beyond saying it got a little close and Maverick had to come to his aid, Kazansky had stayed mum on the true details. Much different than Maverick, who discussed the mission at length in one of his prior letters, not adhering to secrets any better now than he ever did before, much to Carole’s amusement.

Tom takes the seat across from her at the now cleared table, fingers steeple in front of his lips. He is a patient man, she gages that just from this one night of interactions and Carole can tell that he chooses his words carefully. Finally, when he is ready, Tom tells her the truth, that despite getting over his trepidations in the sky, Pete was struggling again, finding himself in the rambunctious death-be-damned stage of mortality that leads to reckless actions and tragic conclusions. Tom was worried before but he is anxious now, admitting to Carole that he came to the house not only to apologize for his actions on the day that Goose died but also to ask the blonde for her help in reign Maverick in, afraid that no one else could be up for the task. Carole knows she has the right to say no, that no one could blame her if she was to say she has too much on her plate as it is to try and save a renegade 25 year old pilot with enough issues that he could fill the sky he flies in, but she also knows she loves Pete, he’s the little brother she always wanted, and she won’t let the universe take him away too. She tells Tom to give her his number.

A week and one overly emotional reunion later, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell becomes a permanent fixture back in their lives. He’s stationed at Top Gun again so it’s easy for him to be at their house for dinner every night, pulling a reluctant Iceman with him; an ecstatic Bradley more than happy to welcome them both with open arms. Carole feels as though maybe she was wrong not to tell the younger man about the pregnancy right away as he takes one look at the not yet built nursery furniture and he and Ice roll up their sleeves; building everything themselves in record time and then hanging model planes in Bradley’s room as a nice surprise for the future big brother. They become a family, the five and a half of them; dysfunctional in their abnormally but aren’t those always the best?

As her third trimester progresses either Pete or Tom is there for every one of her doctor’s appointments, sometimes even both go, earning her skeptical looks from some of the other patients and nurses that don’t know her whole story. She doesn’t care; Carole has never been one to desire people’s approvals, and she welcomes the Naval Aviators’ dual support as the realness of becoming a single mother to two children gets closer and closer.

But then again life deals her a harsh hand.

Pete is fired from his position with Ice teaching at Top Gun. If it didn’t hurt so much, Carole wouldn’t have been surprised; Pete is not someone that should be teaching anyone about rules or regulations, but it still wounds the pregnant blonde when he is re-deployed to a carrier in the Pacific. She wants to be angry, at him, at the Navy, at the world, but it won’t help the situation and she knows that. She’s two weeks from her due date; she has to accept that Pete won’t be at her side.

Tom will be though. Tom who has taken to her family as easy as Pete did all those years ago. Tom, who buys her baby clothes and toys, never forgetting to get Bradley something too so the kid never feels left out. Tom who makes her dinner when she can’t seem to stand for too long, cleans her house when she feels the anxiety of nesting deep in her chest, and entertains her crying tantrums about how she misses Nick and wishes he were there.

Tom is a god sent.

Carole wondered at first why he was so willing. Guilt is powerful, but the man is giving up his whole life for her little family, without getting anything in return. Or so she thought. She comes to learn that Tom has no family of his own, his parents both passed, his mother just less than a year ago, and that besides Slider, who has also become a permanent fixture in her life now when he’s in town, Ice has no one. Wounded hearts tend to find each other and Carole is happy to open her home to one more lost soul, if only to heal them all.

Her water breaks on the beach of all places, as she stops to pick up a seashell and Bradley laughs that mommy peed her pants. It’s only the two of them of course; Ice teaching for the day, so Carole walks herself and Bradley back to their little house and manages to call 911 and the air base Ice is stationed. A neighbor she has gotten close to takes Bradley to play with their own children and Carole is loaded into the ambulance alone. She tries to hold in the emotions when the nice paramedic holds her hand through the contractions, tries to pretend it’s Nick, or even Pete or Tom and not this virtual stranger, but the sobs roll easily, the heighten hormones leaving her gasping in their intensity.

She is brought to a room and encouraged to relax, treated like a first time mom though she’s been through this before. Carole figures in a way this is like a first; Nick was at her side all through Bradley’s labor and delivery, cracking dumb jokes to make her laugh and promising her that she could kill him later for the pain his actions put her through. She remembered threatening a lot of bodily harm, even a threat to cut off a body part but the minute Bradley was placed in her arms she only felt love. Pure, unadulterated love in its strongest form. Would it be the same this time? Would she be moved to bliss like she was the first time she gave birth? Or would this poor little baby be placed in a crying mother’s arms, a mother filled with grief and pain? Was it fair of her to do this?

Carole doesn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts because Tom arrives then, flustered and out of breath like the normally composed man never seems to be. He zeroes in on Carole, seems to recognize her barest attempt at keeping herself together, and just goes right to her side. His hand grabs hers and squeezes, as though he hopes to transfer all the strength he holds in his muscles to her, as though he is willing to transfer his very life himself if only to help her through this. Carole manages a smile, albeit a small one since a contraction decides this is the best moment to strike, as she looks to the blond pilot next to her and thanks him for being here at her side. Tom only says there is nowhere else he’s rather be.

Tom is the rock at her side through it all. He calls her neighbors to check on Bradley and informs not only her own parents but Nick’s as well about how the labor is going. They all try to catch the next available flights but they won’t make it in time, something that Ice has the good graces to not correct her on when Carole foolishly hopes her mother will be in California in time for the baby’s arrival. Tom even manages to get a message out to Mav, using some favors he stockpiled to have the call made through all the way in the middle of the ocean. There’s nothing Pete can do from the ship but it still brings a little relief to Carole’s jumble of emotions that at least the dark haired pilot knows what’s going on.

As the hours progress, Carole expects Tom to leave but he never does. He takes a few breaks to relieve himself or take a second to sit but otherwise he’s with her through it all, though he makes sure that Carole knows if she wants that to change, if his presence isn’t welcome, he will leave at her slightest hint. It warms the blonde woman’s heart in a way she can’t imagine feeling, this man devoting so much to her and she rewards him by just holding his hand tighter. Carole asks Tom to tell her stories, anything to get her mind off the pain and the wait and Tom, though preferring silence and listening, spends hours telling stories about his beloved mother Emily. He admits that Carole reminds him of her, perhaps being why he clung so much to her and her little family, and how the pilot will never forgive himself for not being at his mother’s side in the end. When she sees tears in the man’s eyes, Carole doesn’t call attention to it, instead allowing Ice to pretend he is going for another coffee, instead of getting some air to get out of his own memories.

She’s in labor for 18 hours, pushing for two when the doctors start to contemplate a c-section. It’s the last thing Carole wants, and she tries to tell everyone in the room her opinions on the matter, but no one seems to be listening. Finally it takes her trying to physically get herself out of the bed for the doctor to allow a half hour more of pushing before they make the call. Determined now, Carole pushes with renewed vigor, burning up a sweat as she clenches and tightens her muscles trying to get this baby out.

When finally the pushing starts to work and the doctor lets her know that the time has come and the head of her baby is visible, Carole doubles down and uses every ounce of energy she has left to get this baby out. The pain is unimaginable, worse than she remembers with Bradley, though she’s not sure if it’s also from the ache of her broken heart that is making everything throb harder. She screams as loud as she can each time, so loud that she can’t even hear the doctor’s words from below her, but Carole can make out Tom’s voice over the white noise of it all. His tone is calm, almost commanding, though his icy blue eyes look widened and wild as he watches the miracle of childbirth right before his eyes.

Tom continues a mantra of how strong Carole is and how she’s almost done, how the baby is almost here when the call for one last big push is announced to the room. Carole yells as roughly as her body can managed, squeezes Tom’s hand with a pressure that feels like it could crack bone, and finally pushes with all her might when suddenly all the pressure that has been bearing down on her is relieved with a sudden clarity. The cries of a newborn join Carole’s own as the woman can’t seem to figure out if she’s happy or sad as tears run down her cheeks. Her limbs are so exhausted yet the blonde still manages to start flailing as she’s unsure if she’s grabbing for her baby or running away from it. She doesn’t move from the bed though, she physically can’t, and when the tiny human is placed on her chest, covered in blood but so very alive, Carole sobs as she realizes she has a daughter. Welcome to the world baby girl, is all she can think as she filled with the same love she had with Bradley and the same protectiveness. She is willing to do anything for this baby in her arms, this beautiful gift from Nick that she has been blessed to receive. She never wants to let her go.

Unfortunately, chest to chest only lasts a few minutes before the baby is taken away from its mother to be checked over. Carole moans when the little weight is removed from her hold and she looks up to see Ice’s eyes follow her daughter’s movements with the same worry Carole herself is experiencing. She urges Tom to follow the baby, and the man nods, stepping across the room to watch the clean up and weighing of the newest addition to the world. He is silent, eyes icy, posture straight and imposing, and Carole knows that her daughter will have a protector in Lieutenant Kazansky until the end of time. It’s not the same as a father, nothing will ever be, but it still warms her heart.

Carole doesn’t realize she’s crying again until Ice comes back over, wiping her checks easily and then grabbing a new towel to dry the sweat off her brow. He has been unfazed by everything she has thrown at him this day. Her tears, her screams, and her cries not scaring him but instead making him compliment her strength and resilience. Even now he congratulates her on her good job, on what she has managed to do, but Carole finds it hard to listen. A part of her wants to shove his hands off because he’s not the man that should be at her side, but another relishes in the touch, in the companionship, in not being alone.

She cries again as the overwhelming need to hold her daughter returns. She needs to hold her; she needs to see something of her husband before she rips out her own hair. The nurse brings a tiny bundle back, her daughter clean now and much quieter. She places the baby right on Carole’s chest once more and smiles, congratulating both Carole and Tom and informing them the baby is perfectly healthy. Carole sucks in a sob, taking in the widened eyes and soft lips of this beautiful baby girl in front of her. She can’t stop staring, can’t stop looking for the similarities between this baby and Nick, and can’t stop the tears at the similar nose as though it is the greatest gift she could ever receive. After what must be a few minutes but only feels like seconds, a new nurse informs Carole that she needs to be cleaned up before she is brought to a room, asking if Dad wants to hold the baby while they work on getting mommy settled. Carole immediately breaks down into harder sobs, to the point her baby is removed in fear she could hurt her with the way Carole’s full stomach constricts with her emotions. The nurse looks confusingly over at Ice and sees that the man has blanched and paled, looking guilt as though it is his fault that such assumptions of the baby’s paternity was made.

Before anyone else can react, Carole’s mother enters the room in scrubs, having blown more money than she ever spent in her life to get to her daughter as quickly as possible. Carole cries anew at the sight of her mother, and Tom uses the distraction to slip out of the room, sure that he is not needed anymore. He doesn’t leave the hospital though, staying in the waiting room until Ann Kramer (Carole’s mother) comes outside and inform Ice that Carole and the baby are both fine and resting; mommy in her room and baby in the nursery. Ann gives Tom the tightest hug her small frame can manage and thanks him profusely for everything, saying how Carole admitted tearfully that she would have been lost without him.

Tom brushes off the praise easily enough, just happy that all the Bradshaws are doing well. He offers to relieve Bradley from the neighbors, knowing the little boy must be worried about where everyone went. Ann looks thankful and then says she should get back, no doubt wanting to help her daughter through the emotional gauntlet her hormones are probably raging within her. She heads back to Carole’s room and Tom moves towards the elevators before he decides to take a pit stop before he heads to the Bradshaw home.

He finds the nursery easily, standing by the glass window at the few babies housed inside. Tom spots the Bradshaw baby easily, her face already memorized to him; not needing the card to tell him which one she is. There was a tiny tuff of brown hair when the little girl was born, but it is covered now in her newborn cap, her body wrapped up just as snuggly in the hospital issued blanket. Her eyes are closed and her little face peaceful, creating an image of angelic serenity in a sea of hospital craziness. Tom knows he might never see another image so beautiful in his life, perhaps only if God grants him the miracle of having his own kid, but even then he’s not sure. He is so in awe of this child in front of him, so in awe of the strength of her mother, of how life can be so cruel and yet so kind to the same people. Tom finds that he loves the little baby slumbering in the nursery with every part of his heart, as though she was her own. He will protect her for life, feels he has to, and finally Ice begins to understand what Pete meant when he explained his own feelings of love and protectiveness with Bradley. Both Bradley and his new little sister have experienced the suffocating loss of a parent at the youngest of ages, it is the rest of the world’s duty to not let them drown from this loss, and Tom intends to exert this job until the end of his days.

Then his eyes catch the name card.

He knew Carole wanted to name the baby Nick for a boy and Nicole for a girl after their father, and there on the card is the name Nicole.

But there’s another name in front of it.

It seems his stories about his mother made some kind of impact because the name Emily Nicole Bradshaw is written in a lovely print right there on the basinet in the nursery. The sight of it takes Tom’s breath away. The letters in Emily are purple and swirling in a whimsical way that reminds Tom of a princess in the fairy tales his mother always loved to read to him. His heart pings with the ache of remembering his mother, and of the gratitude towards Carole for giving him this tiny gift. She had already mentioned him being godfather, a title he was beyond honored to be asked for despite the fact he didn’t think he was worth of, but this, this little name for this little girl, was the most amazing present Tom could have ever received in his life. He doesn’t think he can ever thank Carole enough.

Knowing the best way to start is to make sure her son is just as safe and taken care of as the rest of the family, the blond pilot decides to take his leave. Tom takes one more glance at the sleeping beauty resting peaceful within the basket before he heads for the exit of the hospital, his own tears falling silently upon his stoic face.

He looks up naturally to the sky once he’s outside, sees the warm halo of the sunshine above and hopes that Nick Bradshaw is up there, looking down on his family. “I promise I’ll always protect her” Tom says aloud, not carrying if anyone else hears as long as the WSO can. “I promise I’ll always protect all of them” he amends and then, as though someone is actually listening or perhaps his exhaustion decides to play tricks, the sun seems to get brighter. Taking it as a sign, Ice smiles and continues to his car, hopeful that Goose approves of his new vows.

Notes: So now we see the start of Emily and her godfather Ice. I love writing a soft Tom and IcePops is going to be a growing theme in this story. Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!

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