#JFNSKDF LG: *SEES BILLYS ABDOMEN* *TOUCHES*

[lucygraysboy]

“oh, so i’m the most rotten child when our daughter literally smells like a rotten skunk’s butt? visceral. this title should be handed over to her,” he teases, putting a silly twist on her words. eyes squinting as she pinches his cheek, it stings a bit so he quickly grabs her small hand and peels it off his face, planting a soft kiss on her knuckles before letting it go. “our own covey. we’ll make sure they always have full bellies and a roof over their heads and the happiest childhood possible.” unlike the two of them, their children, even if they’re only dolls and it’s all play pretend, will not suffer the same fate. “a mystery song about my mystery eyes. well, now i’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ it.” he shakes his head, deciding she must be joking — there’s no way that a song could be written about him out of all people. “mmm, pretty in shape and color? i’m startin’ to think you’re fallin’ in love with me and my beautiful eyes, lucy gray. i don’t blame you. irish people are known for their charm.” laughing as it seems to be the only way to process his feelings other than melting into a puddle. “jokes aside, i really do think songs should be written about your eyes, not mine.” whoever thinks that brown eyes are boring has clearly never been in love with someone who’s got brown eyes, never seen them in warm sunlight, never seen them at all… “they make me think of hot chocolate, the kind my ma used to make on christmas mornin’, or rich honey on gingerbread.” what he doesn’t say is how he can barely look into these eyes without blushing, how he wouldn’t be able to say no to these eyes, how he’d die if he ever saw tears in these eyes. 

“oh, bear tales, hm? that what we callin’ them now? weren’t you the one sayin’ stuff like when a husband and his wife love each other…” he trails off with a laugh, grateful for the distraction. otherwise, he’d keep talking and talking about her eyes, and who knows what else he might have said? “well, my own wife and the mother of my children clearly didn’t think to teach me how to speak her language.” a melodramatic pout gracing his features, hand letting go of hers reluctantly as he lowers his head, avoiding her gaze so he doesn’t start laughing and gives himself away. “must be ‘cause i’m just a big, dumb dinosaur to you. big, dumb dino.” a heavy sigh falls from his lips, wondering what kind of reaction his dramatic performance will coax out of the brunette. “now this sounds less rude. what does tweet tweet tweet mean? teach me your language, wife o’ mine.” he can’t help but cheer up when she makes herself sound so sweet, handsome features lighting up. 

suddenly, billy’s breath hitches and a hot, tingling wave runs across the surface of his skin, originating from the spot right below his belly button where her small hand’s plastered to his abdomen and ending in his chest, his heart beating so hard and fast that he’s sure it’s about to jump right out. just seeing the stark contrast between her olive flesh and his pale one does something to him, but feeling her feather-light touch… god. he flushes all over, awkwardly tugging his shirt down to spare himself embarrassment. “umm…” now he needs another moment to collect his thoughts, smiling goofily at the beautiful girl, his heart still racing. “yeah, that and i finally learned how to run,” he laughs, shaking his head because it really is a wonder how some babies lose all their fat by the time they grow out of diapers. “so, see? our babies aren’t all that big.” smiling sweetly as she praises him for loving on their son, his blush only deepens and he looks down at daisy. he needs something to occupy himself with and so he picks up the other bottle and pretends to feed her. “there, there… that’s it. dinner’s served.” 

“don’t play innocent, mama’s most rotten child.” she gently pinches his cheek on where his sunburn hasn’t touched his skin the most, giving it a playful wiggle. “mhm, me neither. us and our own covey.” sweet smile dazzling her olive features, her heart feeling a special tenderness at that sentiment. “of course a song about your eyes,” she peps, “it’s always the best way to describe whatever the heart is tryin’ to say.” she writes and sings when she has something to say, or how to express something that's special to her. which would be the latter describing what she sees in his eyes, that would be an entire story on how she sees goodness in his heart behind his eyes. “it’ll be a mystery.” she playfully retorts to him saying it’ll be a romancing type of song. “they’re a pretty shape and color, too. unique.” blue? pale gray blue? the clearest blue and clearest green mixed together? that was a mystery too, it was hard to define his eye color to one color when she’s already been staring at him all day and noticed he has blue eyes to something even clearer than just blue in different lightings. billy taupe's was just a murky green and what truly made nothing stand out in them, was his awful heart.

“the sunset…that’s sweet, darlin’. thank you.” an adoring smile graces her lips, fawn like eyes lighting up like every star was hung in them at how sweet that is. “i don’t remember that, you’re just tellin’ bear tales on me.” playfully, she grinned. “you sure are smart, cause that’s exactly how it happens.” another warm laugh sounds from her, especially at the if he waters a cabbage everyday part. “how’s that? i wasn’t sayin’ nothin’ bad— but chirp chirp chirp does mean many things, you have to know bird language to understand it. hm, so what's this... the great billy knows english and spanish but he knows nothin’ about us bird’s and our language?” brows lift, teasing him as she’s holding onto his hand, afraid if she lets go he’s going to attack her again. "no, no no no. none of that, i've not recovered yet." grip tightens on his hand, flinching without him even moving. then she's watching him make rawr sounds and another bubble of amusement bubbles over and makes her cheeks hurt, "tweet tweet tweet." making her voice sound smaller so it sounds equally sweet as those to those little birds who tweet and chirp in trees all day, lucy gray sits up straighter. doe eyes fall on his belly he's showing her and immediately, she reaches out with her other hand to let her fingers dance against his abdomen. body of a greek god...she laughs, not because it's not true. but just because it's funny that's what he comes up with. he's lean and perfectly handsome, she agrees. but that's why she won't look at it for long, she'll start realizing she's never witnessed things like a male abdomen so closely and start blushing again.

"where'd all the piggyness go? cause that's hard to believe. maybe it just stretched an' stretched and that's how you got long limbs." she softly laughs, then wonders how she's admiring his reaction to putting dolls in face so much when she expected him to get annoyed. that just made him appear even cuter than he already is to her. she's going to do the same to billy taupe next time she has to see him, then compare the differences because she's certain he'll have a different reaction. "papa is so sweet to his babies." voice coos, small hand patting his cheek then she places her doll back down in her arm and lap.