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౨ৎKnow That My Love Would Burn With Me/We'll Live Eternally (Blossom)౨ৎ

౨ৎ꣑ৎmasterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: stress, pregnancy pairing: fem reader x billy the kid summary: ~blossom~ author’s note: forever thank you to @phantomamour <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

“Billy!”

Bolting up from his slumber, Billy whipped around to you, squinting in the dark. “Baby? Whatsa matter? What’s wrong?” Your hand was on his shoulder where you’d shaken him out of sleep, and his heart was racing now, worried like hell already that something wasn’t right.

You took his hand and pressed it flat to your swollen belly, making his worries double. Were you hurting there? He started to ask about it, and then you shushed him, holding perfectly still. Billy paused, confused, his worrying reaching a new high.

Then, faint as a whisper, he felt it. The little tap against his palm. His eyes widened, and he squinted at you in the dark. “Is that?”

Even without a candle he could see you nodding. You squeezed his hand over your belly. “Kicking.”

“Oh,” he breathed, taking in a breath. “Oh.” Billy scooted down so his ear was resting in that same spot as his palm before. You reached down to stroke his hair, the gesture making him smile as he waited patiently for the next little movement from inside you.

Then it struck again, at his cheek instead of his ear. He grinned, turning his head so he could kiss the spot. “Oh we’re kickin’ Daddy, huh?” You laughed, and he pressed kisses all the way up your sternum, hovering carefully over you as he reached your mouth. Even in the dark he knew where it was, your body a map he’d never unlearn how to read.

He kissed you single mindedly for a few minutes, shifting to the side so he didn’t squish the baby. Then, pulling back with a nudge to your nose and a smile both inside his heart and out, Billy breathed, “I love you so much for givin’ this to me.”

“What?” you muttered, smoothing his hair even though you couldn’t see it.

He kissed your nose. “The baby. This experience. I’ve got Annie and she’s half my world, soon to be third, but I didn’t get to be around for any of this.”

You thumbed his cheek, kissing his forehead. “Oh, my love.” He melted at your tone, sliding his hand back over your middle. There was another tap to his wrist and he smiled, pulling you to lay on your side, tummy half supported by his own. Billy held you close, his treasure, his love, his everything.

He could feel you smiling against his chest, and that made him grin into your hair. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m growing a baby,” you giggled, and Billy sighed happily, rubbing your back.

“Yes, you are,” he smiled. “And doing a damn good job at it too.”

The second Billy heard the shriek, he bolted inside, nearly hitting his head on the doorframe. Having wanted to sort out a few things in the garden after dinner, he’d left you with Annie to relax after cleaning up, or so he’d thought. Flinging the door open, he panted as he took in the scene before him with wide eyes.

You were sitting down at the kitchen table, Annie standing next to you, her hand over your belly. She looked more delighted than Billy had seen anybody in his entire life.

“Baby-” he panted frantically, and you looked up, smiling as wide as your daughter. He slumped against the doorframe, relieved you were both safe.

Annie turned around, running over and barrelling into his chest. “The baby’s kicking.”

He slung an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “It’s amazin’, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said, muffled by him.

You smiled a little wearily, leaning back in your seat. “It feels like all baby does is kick now.”

Billy’s brow furrowed. He released Annie, and she said something about going outside with her sketchbook. He nodded, focused now on you, on the wince you hid behind your daughter’s back, the shifting you did in your seat.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, crouching and rubbing your knee.

“Mhm,” you smiled, squeezing his hand. When you started to get up, he steadied you with a hand on your back. “I have a few things to organize in the baby’s room. And the cradle needs to be moved.”

“Moved?” Billy raised an eyebrow, his arm around your waist as he helped you to the nursery.

“Mhm. I want it by the window,” you explained, letting go of him to go to the chest of drawers in the corner. Pulling one out, you began removing the baby clothes you’d meticulously sorted and folded just the week before.

Billy folded his arms, watching you carefully. “Love of my life?”

“Mhm?” You knelt carefully on the ground, and he went with you, arms at your sides to steady you just in case.

“You put these away all last week,” he reminded you, kissing your shoulder as he sat behind you, one leg on each side of your body.

“Yes, but I finished this yesterday.” You held up a tiny baby’s one piece, admiring it in the evening light. “So now I have to re-organize so it fits.”

Billy knew by now not to argue with your logic, so he nodded, rubbing your belly. “And what’s this about the cradle bein’ moved?”

“I want it by the window,” you said, folding a little blanket.

“The window,” Billy repeated, considering. “Honey, the light’ll make it hard for the baby to sleep.”

You patted his hand over your bump. “I want to make curtains anyways.”

“Uh huh.” Leaning forward, Billy rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you fold the baby clothes methodically. The care in which you creased the fabric and set it in what you deemed the correct place warmed his heart. You hadn’t gotten to do this with Annie either, and he knew you cherished every second.

“Mm.” Pausing, your hand slid under your belly, and he blinked, suddenly alert. Billy covered your hand with his, kissing your cheek from behind.

“Honey?” You gave no response, only settling back into his chest. He tried again, hand spreading over your tummy as if he could feel when you were in pain. “What’s the matter?”

“Just something little,” you breathed, reaching for another one piece to fold. He kept his hand over that same spot just in case it struck again, brow furrowing. You reached back to pat his cheek, and he could tell you were smiling. “I can hear you worrying, sweetheart.”

“I don’t like when you’re hurting,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder. Whenever you were in pain it reminded him of those harrowing days when his mother and brother had been ill, the worry, the heartache that had come with it. It was a risk with every new person he loved, the risk of losing them. Billy couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you, his sunlight, his heart, to someone else he loved- the baby he hadn’t even met yet. Heaven forbid he lose you both.

“I’m okay, Billy,” you said gently, rubbing his cheek. “Sometimes growing a baby just hurts a little.”

Billy’s chest still felt tight, but he kept quiet for your sake. Instead, he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, closing his eyes and nodding. You removed your hand from his cheek, and he presumed you had continued your folding.

He sat with you like that for a long time, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. The baby kicked his wrist every now and then, and he’d rub over the spot, hoping it hadn’t hurt you. There was something peaceful in the air, a summertime splendor that Billy wished he could bottle. He’d have you drink it daily, make sure you were happy forever.

“Mama?” Annie’s voice pierced the quiet, and you straightened, but Billy remained slumped against you, content to let you sort out the sure-to-be-minor issue on your daughter’s hands. So long as it didn’t involve you getting up.

“Shh, Daddy’s asleep,” you whispered, and he cracked one eye open, grunting.

“‘M not,” he mumbled, and you reached back to scratch his head, somehow reaching that special spot he loved from the angle you were in.

“Just wanted to say goodnight…” Annie trailed off, eyeing the organized mess of baby things on the floor.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you said happily, either ignoring or not noticing what she had. Annie gave Billy a questioning look, and he lazily shrugged one shoulder.

“Goodnight Mama.” Annie thankfully decided not to comment. “Night, Daddy.”

“Love you,” he called as she exited, and you winced again, reclaiming his attention.

He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure how to say what he wanted to. Billy sat up, still holding you against him. “Why don’t we save all this for morning? It’s bedtime.”

“I still need to put the rest away,” you said, and he sighed through his nose, kissing the crown of your head.

“Baby needs some rest, sweetheart,” he pointed out, almost holding his breath as you considered. Finally, you nodded and he kissed the top of your head as he stood up. “That’s a good girl.”

“You don’t need to help me do everything,” you giggled as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You’re helpin’ me out by growin’ our baby,” he insisted as the two of you walked back to the bedroom. “So I’ll be helpin’ with everything else.”

Once the door was shut, you began to unbutton your dress before he batted your hands out of the way, pulling it over your head until you were just in your chemise. You smoothed it over your belly, smiling up at him while he folded your dress and stowed it in its drawer. He grinned, reaching for you. “Look at you, mama.”

“I’m as big as a house right now,” you pouted playfully, and he kissed your nose.

“Gorgeous,” he corrected.

“Hmph. You can’t even pick me up anymore.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can’t-” Billy cut himself off with a scoff, reaching down and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed through your laughter, setting you down ever so gently. Laying down next to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist. “You’ll never ever be too heavy for me, baby.”

You hummed quietly, touching his cheeks with both hands as you laid on your side. He pulled the blanket over you, letting you snuggle into his body, your belly poking his. “You’d look handsome with a beard.”

“I’ve heard that one before.” He smiled at your giggle. “Thought you thought it was too scratchy. Is this my girl or the baby talking?”

“Both of us,” you said, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. “You should try a beard.”

“Alright,” he laughed. “I’ll start growing one right now.” Billy nuzzled your hairline. “You warm enough?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, already half asleep. He kissed your forehead and you smiled, snuggling into his arms.

“Sweetest girl.” Billy wrapped you up in blankets like the gift you were, making sure you were cozy as could be. Just what you deserved.

Just when he thought you were asleep, you winced, and he instantly touched your hand on your belly, trying to make it all go away. As he drifted off, he couldn’t help the pang of worry that enveloped him, holding you tighter at the thought of it all. Still, he tried to get it out of his system, letting himself inhale the scent of you, enjoy the way you felt here, sleeping against him.

After all he’d been through, he wouldn’t dare miss you if you weren’t gone.

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