Life through the eyes of mummy Braddock

by Pinklover98

He always protected his 'baby Nat' as he calls her, always has and always will. Sam's mums POV (similar to In the eyes of a Braddock so if you liked that, you'll probably like this). Some people requested I wrote another so here it is, I just decided not to add it to the other one shot.

2. Brother hood through the eyes of Sam

Brother hood through the eyes of Sam Braddock

Authors note: As requested by Ealasaid Una, here is another sam and nat one shot! Enjoy!

My baby sister Natalie is 33 years old. Me, I'm 38. I've always been protective over Nat. Always have been, always will be. Nothing is going to change that.

Apparently the day that mum and dad told me that they were having baby, I told everyone at school about it and went running around the garden, our house, grans house, shouting that I was going to be a big brother. I use to love treating her like a baby, protecting her from 'dragons' and 'wizards' and all sort of mythical creatures.

And here I am 33 years later still treating like a baby when possible and being as protective as I can. Which she hates. With a passion.

When she got asked to the prom by some guy from her chemistry class, I stalled him when he arrived, asking him lots of questions and made a show of showing how much Nat meant to me before they left.

When she got her first boyfriend (and for every boyfriend after that as well actually) I sat out on the front steps to our house claiming each time that I was 'stargazing'. I could tell that they could all see right through me though.

There was one boy that Nat dated that I didn't like and didn't trust right from the start. Joe Edwards. So to say that I was surprised when he cheated on Nat right in front of her would be a lie. A big one. It took a lot of persuading from my girlfriend at the time, Nat, my parents and my friends for me not to go and beat the guy up. Trust me, if I had ever or even if I ever get my hands on him, he's going to regret even meeting the Braddock family and messing with my baby sister. MY baby Nat.

When I went to Afghanistan for the first time (each time I went actually), Nat was the one person that I missed the most. Sure we fought (and still fight) a lot but we love each other and I don't think that I could imagine life without energetic, bubbly, always-says-the-wrong-thing-at-the-wrong-time, beautiful, Nat.

Whenever I went away to Afghanistan, I would always write and Skype to my family but Nat especially. I would try and get to a computer around the same time whenever I could just so that I could catch Nat before she went to school or when she came home from school.

It's funny because most of the time, Nat can't cook to save her life but the one thing that she can make and loves to make, are cupcakes. So whenever I come home to visit or whenever I came home from Afghanistan, the dining room table would be filled with all different kinds of cupcakes that Nat had made just for me.

When Nat and Spike 'dated' for a while, I was a little skeptical. I wasn't sure that I wanted my baby sister dating one of my best friends and when Spike called it off, I wasn't mad, I wasn't angry, I wasn't upset because I knew that by doing what he had done, he had Nat's best intentions in mind. And that day, that day that they both got take hostage, I felt (and still do feel) like I owe Spike hugely for saving my sisters life when I couldn't be there to do it instead.

No matter how many times I swear, scream, shout at Nat, she will always be my baby sister. Always be my baby Nat and nothing will ever change that.

Nothing.

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