BAMZ Family Photo

*swoon* Gitane…I could use a little of that snow over here! *fanning self* hot, hot, hot!! Not sure I’ll be able to wait for the next installment……..guess I’ll have to huh?As I watch the dreadful news tonight, it gives me great comfort to read something so full of joy and life. Thank you

# 518 | gitane |….my goodness gitane…this is hot hot hot tamale…lol….darn it…need another fix…:::))))

# 529 | gitane |"Practice for the big bang." I love that. Once again you have not failed to impress and MOVE me beyond, and now, I am desperate for the next chapter. WHEN???

*This is a fic I hope you enjoy about Brad’s brief time away from his young family. Hope you like!I’LL MISS YOU______________________"B-but, how long will you be gone Daddy?" Angie could hear the slight anxiousness in Mad’s voice from where she sat on the enclosed porch, Shiloh at her breast suckling away, and looking up at her with big blue eyes. Her heart ached a tiny bit, for her baby — he loved Brad so much and the family had seldom been apart over the last year. She hoped the separation anxiety wouldn’t be too bad. It was only for 4 days and 3 nights afterall, she thought wistfully, then mentally kicked herself for acting like a 4 year old herself."Hey Maddy, I’ll be back before you know it - you won’t even have time to miss me," Brad ruffled the shiny raven locks, and bussed Mad on the forehead."Yes I will," Mad said softly, yet plaintively. A pout on his sweet face. Brad’s heart contracted at that expression, then almost choked with laughter when he suddenly realized why it was taking him so long to pack. For every 3 items he placed in the suitcase, Mad had been taking one out when his back was turned.Placing Shiloh on a soft white nappy over her shoulder, she stood up, and began the soft rythmic tapping of burping and walked back into bedroom where Mad was sitting on the bed watching Brad pack. Angelina eyes met Brad’s and they shared a secret smile over Mad’s head, Brad winking. "Hi guys, how’s it coming?" Angie said cheerfully, trying to brighten up Mad’s mood."Oh, Mad’s helping me pack, aren’t you buddy?" Brad said with a knowing gaze. Mad compressed his lips, and sheepishly looked down, his little face turning red at having been found out. He hopped down from the bed, and muttered, "Be right back."Just then, Shiloh emitted a loud burp over her Mom’s shoulder. "YEAAAH! Biggest one yet Shi!" Brad said, clapping his hands applauding. Shiloh’s little feet kicked against Angie, who had started shaking with laughter, as her daughter squirmed at her audience’s response. He clasped his arm around Ange, then kissed her lips and nuzzled his daughter’s little cleft chin."Brad, you’re gonna have Shi thinking her burps are great arias or something," Angie said softly. Brad chuckled, and squeezed her waist, "I’ll miss you baby," he whispered softly, his voice deep and hooded eyes serious. Shi gurgled happily. "..and I’ll miss you too baby," said Brad again with a laugh. "We’ll miss you," Angie leaned her head against him, then kissed his chin, "I’m proud of you."Brad’s eyes were teaming with emotion, as he leaned down for a long soulful kiss, only stopping when the twisting little form of Shiloh between them, emitted a fussy cry.***************************"I’ll call you when I get in Ange," said Brad, handing a sleeping Z back to Angelina, who carried her daughter to her room, and left her two men in the living room. As Brad often did, he had slowly danced with Z until she fell asleep. It had become their weekly ritual, as she was at an age where she hated bedtime. She never failed to break his heart when he put her down for the night and before he could tiptoe his way out of the room, he’d hear "Da!" turn back and see her tiny form standing, incredibly huge onyx eyes welling with tears, and two outstretched arms. That was all it took, and he was toast. He’d go back, pick up his baby girl, turn her Hello Kitty boombox to the nearest smooth jazz station, and dance and sway until she fell into a deep sleep into his arms.He felt Mad grasping his leg below the knee, and squeezing his eyes shut so as not to cry. Brad picked him up, and hugged him very tightly. "Be a good boy for Mommy, and help keep an eye on your little sisters for me, okay?" He kissed Mad, and hugged him again before lowering him to the ground. His heart swelled at the profound love he felt for his family and he had to catch his breath. Angie walked in and almost gasp at the sight, then her eyes welled up too."I’ll bring you something cool back from New Orleans!" Brad enthused."What do they got?" Mad asked curiously."Well, I hear they’re in the habit of stuffing Alligators," he said, trying to spook Mad, Angie couldn’t help giggling."Ewwww, cool! Bring me one - bring me one!" Mad said excitedly,jumping up and down."…and what do you want young lady," Brad said, pulling Ange close."You back home on Saturday morning," she said, then whispered under her breath close to his ear out of range of Mad’s hearing, "and in my bed when I wake up."Brad’s gaze grew heated, "Honey, I could blast off on my own steam, with an invitation like that - don’t worry, I’ll bring you coffee, tea, and me," he softly laughed, then cleared his throat. "Anything else…?" He gazed down at her."Ummmm, some pralines?" She raised her eyebrows, a dimple showing in her left cheek."God, you’re easy to please baby," he laughed…."Oh and a voodoo doll," Angelina said, and then continued, in her most diabolically sexy voice, one impeccable brow raised, "and I think you know who of."Brad looked at her for a moment, thinking…then dissolved into laughter."Hey what’s funny!!" Maddox yelled.Brad still laughing, and holding Ange, who was giggling her head off, remarked, "When you’re older buddy," then laughed some more, kissing his Angel’s neck.***************************************SATURDAY MORNING……In the semi-consciousness of sleep, Angelina slowly began to register that her body pillow was gone, replaced by a broad chest, hard arousal, sinewy muscles and hair-roughened legs. Brad. She smiled and snuggled closer. If this was a dream she didn’t want to wake up yet. The soft kisses, licks and sudden accelerated urgent breathing made her catch fire and moan softly, she tightly moved against him now, her hips rising against the torturous teasing. A sudden intrusion, made her gasp and arch her back, her eyes flew open and locked instantly on Brad’s hooded intense gaze, his eyes bright with desire, his full mouth slack."Welcome back, baby!" She said with a whimper, panting now, her back bowing off the bed, and into his arms. She reached up and softly devoured his bottom lip, like it was ripe fruit."God, it’s good to be home," he said hoarsely, almost growling."Mmmm…I missed you too," she cried softly, "and you taste so much better than Pralines too." Brad smiled devilishly, before losing all control. It was the most incredible homecoming ever. ;-)

cliniqua…girl that was good, more please! i love your writing, its really inviting, and always leaves us wanting more! supurb buddy!

BRAVA!!!!!!!! I love it - I love the little things, like Brad dancing Z to sleep, and Mad taking his clothes out as he packs. What a beautiful story. I hope you write another one soon. Thank you.

That was sweet. Oh by the way, I love all the fanfics and have read them all. You guys are very creative and should write your own novels someday.

CLINIQUA:That was so sweet!! Hello Kitty Boombox? I can see that in my mind. I love your attention to detail! I love your fics! Thanks again!

# 532 | CLINIQUA aww I love it!! thanks Cliniqua

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans…Laying Down Part VAngelina hadn’t slept well in weeks. Plagued nightly by erotic dreams of Brad and daily by fantastic apparitions of him in her home, she had been unable to escape his overwhelming aura. Each day since his departure had brought gifts, floral arrangements large and small, and marathon phone calls from her pursuer. And for every minute of attention Brad gave to Angelina, he was equally lavish with his attention to Maddox. Inevitably after a long distance phone call or a special delivery, Angelina’s son would chatter incessantly about Brad and hound her mercilessly with questions of when he would visit them again.Angelina’s only reprieve was traveling with Dr. Sachs to Ethiopia for their documentary on Millennium Villages. Seeing the progress of the project first hand helped her to put her personal turmoil aside. She was able to concentrate on the well-being of other people just long enough to ease her personal discomfort. But every night during that trip, Brad called and made sure that his voice was the last thing she heard before she attempted sleep. And every night her dreams of him became more vivid and intense.She could not go on like this. Not sleeping, not eating, not being able to have one thought that didn’t have Brad attached. She felt herself breaking, disintegrating into someone she didn’t recognize. Angelina was scared. She felt herself on the verge of doing something she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for. Brad’s relentless pursuit had her on a dangerous precipice, looking out over a free fall with no safe place to land. If she took hold of him she was an adulterer. If she let go of him…Her thoughts instantly erected a brick wall. She couldn’t see what she would be if Brad were completely banished from her life. He was already too firmly entrenched in it.Angelina sighed. Her flight was bringing her closer and closer to seeing him again. She had to find herself quickly, find her strength and independence again. She had to be able to look her tormenter in the eyes and feel indifference. Not only was her sanity at stake, but Maddox’s feelings were on the line as well. She imagined herself standing in front of Brad and laying down the ground rules of proper comportment for their re-shooting and promotional schedule. But even just imagining his blue eyes and sly grin caused a delicious and embarrassing heat to course through her.She liked him. She even let herself admit that she had a crush on him. But no amount of emotion on either of their parts could change the fact that Brad will still married. He had even thrown his estranged wife a birthday party. Granted, he had spent at least an hour of the celebration on the phone with Maddox and Angelina, but legally he was still obligated to his wife. As long as she was in the equation, Angelina’s crush and Brad’s pursuit had no purpose, no place and no future. “No future,” Angelina whispered to herself. As her plane sped through the sky she chanted to herself over and over again, he’s married, no future…he’s married, no future.”********“Hey, where are you?” George Clooney snapped his fingers in front of Brad’s face, bringing him back to the present.Suddenly, the sights and sounds of the crowded restaurant came back into focus. Brad shook his head clear. He’d been zoning out more and more frequently lately. It seemed that the closer the time came for Mr. & Mrs. Smith re-shoots, the more distracted he became. These episodes were always sparked when he saw someone or something that reminded him of Angelina or Maddox. This time it had been a cute, spiky haired little boy in cargo pants walking hand in hand with his father.Brad brushed deeply and chuckled as he replied, “Man, I don’t know where my head is lately.”“Now, why don’t I believe that?” George asked slyly.Brad looked away from his friend’s knowing gaze and stretched languorously in his chair. “Okay. I know where my head is. I like it. I want to be there all the time, and I’m not going to apologize for it.”George shook his head sympathetically. On more than one occasion during their promotional tour for Ocean’s 12, he had been a witness to Brad’s gift-buying impulses. He’d also seen Brad rush through interviews to make long, intense phone calls, and had even caught him staring much too long at Angelina’s face on the cover of a magazine. “You know, I’m not one to give relationship advice,” George began.“But you’ve had so many…” Brad quipped.“Can it, pretty boy We’re talking about you now, not me. And I’m telling you to take it slow. You’re still a married man.”“That’s a technicality,” Brad replied dismissively. “And I’m past the age where I can afford to take things slow.”“If marriage was only a technicality, I’d have done it a dozen times by now Besides, you haven’t filed for divorce yet.”“It won’t be long before that happens. I gave Jennifer thirty days to file. If she doesn’t, I will.”Shock registered on George’s face. “When did you do this?”Brad looked away sheepishly before he admitted, “After her birthday party.”“Damn, man!”“Wait, before you tell me what a heel I am, let me explain. She caught me in the bathroom…”“With a picture of Angelina and a tube of K-Y…”“No, you deviant, I was on the phone with Maddox!”“I’m a deviant? I’m not the married man who’s spending all of his money and time wooing a woman with a small child as if my wife didn’t exist.”“Would you just listen,” Brad pleaded, his exasperation showing. “I was on the phone with Maddox. Jennifer walked in, overheard me and we started arguing. The long and short of it is that I gave her thirty days to file the petition or I’d do it myself.”George shook his head reproachfully. “Is she really worth it, Brad?”Brad sat back in his chair. He’d certainly been outside of himself lately. But his sense of urgency and passion for Angelina and Maddox propelled him to do things in a manner that seemed out of character. He looked directly into George’s inquiring face as he tried to justify his fervor. “You know better than anyone else that I’m not divorcing my wife because of Angelina. I’m divorcing my wife because I haven’t been a husband to her, nor she a wife to me, for over two years. We don’t meet in the middle anymore. I’m not sure we ever did. And we both waited too long for a convenient time to admit it. The time for convenience is over. Nobody looks at a treasure, touches it, holds it and then steps back and leaves it because the timing is bad.”“We’re not talking treasure. We’re talking people. With feelings. Feelings you used to be sensitive to. Listen, I know a little bit about what’s been going on in here and in here,” George said as he pointed to Brad’s head and heart, “I know that you want a family. But is this the way? Do you really want that little boy? Is Angelina really the woman you want to build a family with?”“George,” Brad replied with the depths of his soul darkening his blue eyes, “I want them both more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I won’t have any peace until they’re a part of my life. I was suffocating and they came into my life like oxygen.”George examined the determined look on Brad’s face and said, “Don’t breathe too deep yet. Get divorced first.”********Easier said than done, Brad thought as George’s words to him in the restaurant echoed in his memory. At this moment George Clooney wasn’t embracing an energetic bundle of Maddox Chivan Jolie. Brad, however, was. At first sight of him, Maddox had pulled away from his mother and thrown himself into Brad’s arms recklessly. His embrace was accepted with equal fervor and abandon.Angelina watched as Brad and Maddox greeted each other. She repeated her silent chanting, no future he’s married, in an effort to fight the impulse to follow Maddox’s lead and throw herself into Brad’s arms. Unexpectedly, she remembered the last time she had been in them. She had been angry and yelling at him, but the moment he’d touched her, wrapped his arms around her, her anger had faded. Nothing had mattered more than the feel of him around her, his hands on her flesh, his tongue in her mouth. Angelina groaned inwardly as she tried to remember her chant. Already her resolve to be strong and distant was eroding.Brad squeezed Maddox one last time before putting him back on his feet. There could have been no better follow-up to a greeting like that than Angelina’s seductive embrace. But that wasn’t going to happen. She stood stiffly in front of them, her eyes full of something Brad couldn’t read.They stared at each other as if under a spell. Brad’s blue eyes locked with Angelina’s dazzling hazel. The air between them filled up with unexpressible passion, confusion and acute self-awareness. There was too much to say and too strong an impulse to do the improper thing. Brad ventured a smile to break the tension. Just as Angelina began to relax enough to respond with one of her own, the quiet between them was shattered.“Brad, can you be my Daddy?”To be continued…

((((((((((OMG Gitane!!!!!!)))))))))))That was AMAZING….if that wasn’t George Clooney talking I don’t know who it was — I could so imagine him advising Brad in that way. LOL…and the ending…Oh wow…I bet Angie wants to disappear! LOL From the mouthes of babes. I love it..you’re inspiring me to continue my earlier fics. As always…more, more MORE!!! …and THANK YOU!

# 544 | gitane Gitane…you’ve done it again…That was absolutely worth the wait! I’m glad you fought your way through that writer’s block and now I can’t wait for the next part!

# 544 | gitane -((((((((((((clapping, awesome)))))))))))), I’m speechless, you are an amazing writer, I can picture every details you have described down to the last expression of AJ after Mad said "can you be my daddy?". ..please update soon.