The Twinkle in Your Eye, Baby (chapter four)
Title: The Twinkle in Your Eye, Baby [4/?]
Author: Lindze/Greendazed1218
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: PG or so for now
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, really you won't get shit. A/U- completely
One
Two
Three
It had been a month since Billie and Mike had found out about their new child, at the time the doctor had said that Billie was at least two months along, leading the men to think that the conception date had been their anniversary. They both had been pleased to find out that their son was very happy with the idea of having a baby brother, or sister, the only problem that had arisen was that Sid kept telling his fathers that he wanted the child out now, and he couldn't seem to understand that it had to wait nine months or it wasn't complete.
Mike was slowly getting used to the mood swings again, leaning what he could say and what he couldn't. The only time that he had really been in the dog house was when the two had been in post coital bliss and Mike had stated how cute his husband was with a baby bump. Billie had started tearing up, asking the bassist if he thought he was fat. That was one of the only nights Mike could remember sleeping on the couch. Of course, after waking up with drenched sheets, Billie had cried even more, then begged Mike to come back to bed, after changing the sheets that is.
The bassist was standing in his living room, leaning against the entry way frame, watching his husband with a headphone set wrapped over his small protrusion of a stomach. It made him want to cry in a way, thinking how adorable his partner was. Somehow, Billie hadn't noticed his looming husband, and he just kept softly singing along to his own voice coming out of the headphones. Mike walked into the room, lifting his husbands bare feet from their resting place on a pillow. He removed the pillow, siting in it's place and letting the singer's feet rest on his thigh, then placing his calloused hand on his husband's stomach, wishing he could feel the baby inside. Billie smiled up at him, reaching over to turn his MP3 player down.
"Hey baby." The smaller man said, running his toes along Mike's chest, trying to be seductive.
It did make the bassist shiver, but he knew that they didn't really have the time for anything at the moment. So instead he smiled back at his lover. "Hey, ya know what you should do?"
"What?" Billie replied, a little miffed that his husband wasn't trying to throw him down and have his way.
"You should play Longview of something. Something with a lot of bass so this one comes out liking it instead of the fucking drums."
Billie giggled softly at the one thing that actually seemed to upset his husband. "Maybe," He said, dragging out the 'y' much more than he had to, trying to sound seductive again. "If you do something for me." He finished, raising an eyebrow at Mike.
The bassist rolled his eyes, trying to find a way out of what his husband wanted without upsetting the man. "Babe, you know I have to pick Sid up from school soon. We don't have time." He finished, mentally doing a small happy dance that he had found something to say, the actual truth, that didn't seem to upset his partner.
Billie crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. "Fine." He stated.
Mike stood up, replacing the pillow at his husband's feet, and walking to the top of the couch to kiss his husband on the forehead, then placed a soft kiss on his stomach, before straghtening up. "Maybe later though?"
The smaller man sighed, wanting what he wanted right then, "Fine, whatever."
"That's my baby. Do you want me to call Tre over here so you have company while I'm gone?" Mike asked, walking to the hall and looking back at his husband. He watched as Billie rolled his eyes.
"You won't be gone that long, I'll be fine I'm sure. Just going to do what I'm doing now, maybe take a bath or something."
"Okay babe, see you soon." Mike yelled to his husband on his way out to his car.
Billie turned the music back on, moving his feet in time with the beat. He hated it when he didn't get his way, which lately seemed to be a lot of the time. He guessed it wasn't that he was pregnant, and Mike didn't want him. When he thought about it, he wanted it a lot more now, and a lot of the time his husband had something else to do. Billie had never realized how much his partner did on a daily basis. It's not like he did any less than Mike, but during his pregnancy, since they had found out, he wasn't allowed to do as much as he normally would. He thought back, and he didn't remember feeling as bad as he constantly seemed to when he had been pregnant with Sid. He felt more tired, more sick, more annoyed with everything. He couldn't believe that just a few years made a difference at all, but the proof was in the pudding more or less.
On that thought, Billie tried getting himself off the couch to make his way into the kitchen. He took the headphones off, turned to put his feet on the ground, and after that it seemed that he was stuck. It wasn't like he had gained too much weight, just about twenty in his first trimester, which of course he knew would become a lot more over his next three months, then even more the last three. He had his feet almost on the ground, making himself feel all the more short since his feet didn't reach the floor while sitting on the couch. He knew he had only gained twenty pounds, but at that moment he realized that twenty pounds, all going twards the stomach, and maybe a little in the ass, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, was actually quite a bit when it was on someone as small as he was. He let himself fall back against the cushion, feeling miserable and letting that feeling fall from his eyes, in eyeliner filled tears. He remembered getting ready that morning, trying to look great for his husband. The only problem had been that his skinny jeans were starting to tell him he wasn't so skinny anymore. He had, had to pull on a pair of his husband's baggier jeans, which of course swallowed him in length. After being annoyed with that, he pulled on a shirt he had bought just a few months before.
For some reason, the past year or so, he had actually liked shopping at woman's sections in stores. Finding funny shirts that said the oddest things. Of course a few months before that morning, Billie hadn't gained twenty pounds, and a very visible baby bump. He had pulled the shirt over his head, only to find that it didn't touch the top of the jeans he was wearing. After a few minutes of screaming about his looks, his husband had finally calmed him down and told him how cute he was in the shirt. He had explained that he loved the way the shirt showed off his stomach so well, that if Billie could keep a secret, it actually turned him on a little. Billie of course, had left the shirt on, it was one he had actually bought at a store called Rue 21 and it had a stapler attacking two pieces of paper with the words, 'You Monster!' in bold across the top. Tre and Mike had found the shirt funny as well, all of them getting a ten minute giggle fit out of it.
After wrestling with the jeans, screaming about the shirt, and being calmed down, he had tried to put his eyeliner on, only to find he couldn't stand close enough to the cabinet to fix it. He had finally had to use the mirror at the end of their hallway, and after having to resmudge it a few times, he had walked down stairs and to his complete happiness his husband had picked him up into a tight embrace and had planted a soft kiss on his mouth. Their son had been in the room, eating his breakfast, so both men tried to be good little boys and not do too much PDA in front of him. Billie had sat next to his son, having a plate set in front of him with bacon and waffles, of course, like it had since his pregnancy had started, he found himself running to the bathroom to vomit the void of food in his stomach.
Billie was pulled out of his memory by his front door being opened. At first he was worried, his paranoia being spiked for the last few months, then he realized that no bad guy had a key to his house. Actually besides him, his husband, and sometimes his son, only one person had a key. "Tre!" He yelled. "Get me the fuck up! This fucking couch is trying to eat me!"
He watched as his best friend came running in, only to almost fall over laughing. "Dude," He started as he walked over to help the singer up. "It looks more like you've been eating the couch." He pulled Billie to a standing position, only to lean over and start running his hand over the couch. "Aww, it's okay now, I won't let the evil Billie monster get you." He purred to the furniture.
Billie pushed Tre over, making the drummer almost do a flip onto the couch. "I'm not a fucking monster! And I don't eat furniture!" He said, stalking off to the kitchen.
"Were are you going then?"
"To eat pudding!"
Tre chuckled to himself, finally standing up to follow the singer. He took a seat at the island, watching the other man's every move. Finally after ten minutes of making so called 'instant' pudding, Billie was getting fed up with the stares. He turned around to glare at the drummer. "What!" He demanded, placing hands on hips.
"Nothing man. Chill." Tre replied, rolling his eyes.
Billie cocked his head, pulling the whisk from the pudding bowl and started slinging it as he talked, emphasizing his words. "God dammit! Mike told you to come over here and watch me, didn't he? I'm going to fucking kill him! I told him I'd be fine, but NO, no one trusts me not to do something stupid and harm my own baby!" He screamed the last, looking at Tre again and realizing the pudding must be done, because what of it had been sprinkled across the drummer, seemed to be the right texture, falling from his hair in globs.
"Billie," Tre started, wiping the offending pudding off his face and out of his hair. "It's not that we don't trust you, we just worry about you. I mean, you're in your late thirties, women have problems with pregnancies at this age. We're just looking out for you and the baby."
"You think I don't know my own age? God, its written across my fucking forehead in little lines!" The singer huffed, taking the entire bowl of banana pudding, a bag of Nilla wafers, a cut up banana in a little cup, and two spoons, on a tray into his living room.
He took a seat and his drummer followed quickly behind, sitting next to him. "I didn't mean it that way Bill, you..." He trailed off, wanting to make Billie feel better, but not wanting to sound stupid. "Dude, you look good for your age. I mean really, look how many girls out there want to fuck your brains out!"
Billie rolled his eyes and started mixing the banana with the pudding, then artfully placing the wafers around the bowl. Tre didn't understand why the singer tried so hard to make it perfect when he was about to eat it, but he didn't want to say anything, since he seemed to have calmed down. The singer finally seemed to be happy with his banana product, sitting back and setting the bowl in his lap. He kept a spoon for himself, then handed one to his best friend who happily took it and picked a nice place in the bowl to start eating.
"Mike doesn't like banana pudding, but I made him buy me some. He says I don't eat healthy enough, but hey, it's got fruit in it." Billie said, taking a bite of his masterpiece and savoring every different flavor.
"Idiot, this shit's awesome. It used to be a treat in my family so I still don't eat it too often." Tre said, trying to make conversation that wouldn't piss the ink haired man off.
"Yeah," Billie started, placing another bite in his mouth. "My mom didn't make enough money to give us this, so it was a rarity for me too."
Tre picked up the remote, turning on the TV, and trying to find something to watch. He finally settled on cartoons, which brought an eye roll from the singer, but soon, both men found themselves laughing at the stupid things that were playing out on the screen.
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Mike opened his front door carefully, worrying that it was a suicide mission going in at all. He knew his husband must have been upset that he had called their drummer over to watch him, but he didn't like leaving Billie alone. The second the door was open, he watched as his son ran by in a tiny blond blur, running up to his room to start his homework. Mike walked through the house slowly, still worried about the fight he knew would be coming his way, when he finally entered the living room, only to find his husband fast asleep, leaning on their also sleeping best friend. The bassist chuckled to himself, walking to the kitchen to start supper.
He shook his head as he saw the mess that seemed to have exploded in his kitchen. There was a wire whisk on the counter top, a banana peel on the floor, and the one thing Mike really couldn't understand, was the mess of pudding globs all over the counter, the island chairs, and a little on the floor. He finally decided, as he lent down to clean up the mess, that he didn't really want to know.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a giggle coming from the doorway. He turned around to see his husband's sleep mused form standing there with a sprinkling of pink across his cheeks. "Sorry hon, I did mean to clean that up, I just, I guess I passed out." He said yawning.
Mike smiled at him, standing up and walking over to take his partner into a hug. "It's okay babe, I don't mind cleaning it up. What would you like for dinner?"
Billie chewed his lip for a minute, seeming to try and pick between which of his cravings he wanted to give into. "Steak." He finally said, giving Mike a bright, cute smile.
"Okay, but that may take a while to fix."
"That's okay, I can find something to hold me over." The smaller man said, walking over to the cabinets and looking for some kind of snack.
Mike watched as his husband pulled out a jar of peanut butter, Ritz crackers, and chocolate chips. "Are you really going to eat all that together?"
"Yes." Billie replied, then demonstrated how he would make his concoction by spreading peanut butter on a cracker, then placing a good amount of chips on top if it. He took a bite, smiling at the taste. "It's like a Recces with crisp in it."
Mike shook his head as he walked to the freezer to find the steaks he would prepare. He heard a sigh type sound coming from his husband and he turned around quickly, dropping the packaged steaks on the floor as he ran to his partner. He caught Billie just in time, watching as the pale completion only went paler and his eyes fluttered closed. "Baby! Baby! What's wrong?" Mike demanded as he picked Billie up, bridal style, and carried him into the living room, setting him on the couch.
"I'm okay. I think." Billie said breathlessly, almost panting for air. He felt terrible, his head was suddenly pounding, his skin felt like it was on fire, and he felt a little queasy.
Mike leaned on his knees next to his husband, placing soft kisses on his cheek, and running his hand through ink hair. "How ya doing?"
"Better. I'll be okay, just a dizzy spell. Really babe, I'm okay."
"Okay, well don't scare me like that, ever again okay?" Mike pleaded, almost crying at his fear.
"Yeah man, don't be a jackass." Tre joked from the other end of the couch.
Billie tried to laugh, but only seemed to sigh. "Really, I'm going to be okay. I'm not even dizzy now."
"Well, I'm still going to call the doctor in the morning okay?" Mike stated, standing up to go and fix the steaks that he knew his husband was craving. He walked into the kitchen, still worrying about his partner, but knowing that nothing could be done until the next day. His main fear, as he knew was his husbands, was that they would lose their child, and Mike knew Billie might never come back from something like that.
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I hope this chapter was liked! It took me a few hours,
and I feel proud of it! Sad cliffhanger huh? Well, more will
come soon, and comments are very welcome!
Author: Lindze/Greendazed1218
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: PG or so for now
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, really you won't get shit. A/U- completely
One
Two
Three
It had been a month since Billie and Mike had found out about their new child, at the time the doctor had said that Billie was at least two months along, leading the men to think that the conception date had been their anniversary. They both had been pleased to find out that their son was very happy with the idea of having a baby brother, or sister, the only problem that had arisen was that Sid kept telling his fathers that he wanted the child out now, and he couldn't seem to understand that it had to wait nine months or it wasn't complete.
Mike was slowly getting used to the mood swings again, leaning what he could say and what he couldn't. The only time that he had really been in the dog house was when the two had been in post coital bliss and Mike had stated how cute his husband was with a baby bump. Billie had started tearing up, asking the bassist if he thought he was fat. That was one of the only nights Mike could remember sleeping on the couch. Of course, after waking up with drenched sheets, Billie had cried even more, then begged Mike to come back to bed, after changing the sheets that is.
The bassist was standing in his living room, leaning against the entry way frame, watching his husband with a headphone set wrapped over his small protrusion of a stomach. It made him want to cry in a way, thinking how adorable his partner was. Somehow, Billie hadn't noticed his looming husband, and he just kept softly singing along to his own voice coming out of the headphones. Mike walked into the room, lifting his husbands bare feet from their resting place on a pillow. He removed the pillow, siting in it's place and letting the singer's feet rest on his thigh, then placing his calloused hand on his husband's stomach, wishing he could feel the baby inside. Billie smiled up at him, reaching over to turn his MP3 player down.
"Hey baby." The smaller man said, running his toes along Mike's chest, trying to be seductive.
It did make the bassist shiver, but he knew that they didn't really have the time for anything at the moment. So instead he smiled back at his lover. "Hey, ya know what you should do?"
"What?" Billie replied, a little miffed that his husband wasn't trying to throw him down and have his way.
"You should play Longview of something. Something with a lot of bass so this one comes out liking it instead of the fucking drums."
Billie giggled softly at the one thing that actually seemed to upset his husband. "Maybe," He said, dragging out the 'y' much more than he had to, trying to sound seductive again. "If you do something for me." He finished, raising an eyebrow at Mike.
The bassist rolled his eyes, trying to find a way out of what his husband wanted without upsetting the man. "Babe, you know I have to pick Sid up from school soon. We don't have time." He finished, mentally doing a small happy dance that he had found something to say, the actual truth, that didn't seem to upset his partner.
Billie crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. "Fine." He stated.
Mike stood up, replacing the pillow at his husband's feet, and walking to the top of the couch to kiss his husband on the forehead, then placed a soft kiss on his stomach, before straghtening up. "Maybe later though?"
The smaller man sighed, wanting what he wanted right then, "Fine, whatever."
"That's my baby. Do you want me to call Tre over here so you have company while I'm gone?" Mike asked, walking to the hall and looking back at his husband. He watched as Billie rolled his eyes.
"You won't be gone that long, I'll be fine I'm sure. Just going to do what I'm doing now, maybe take a bath or something."
"Okay babe, see you soon." Mike yelled to his husband on his way out to his car.
Billie turned the music back on, moving his feet in time with the beat. He hated it when he didn't get his way, which lately seemed to be a lot of the time. He guessed it wasn't that he was pregnant, and Mike didn't want him. When he thought about it, he wanted it a lot more now, and a lot of the time his husband had something else to do. Billie had never realized how much his partner did on a daily basis. It's not like he did any less than Mike, but during his pregnancy, since they had found out, he wasn't allowed to do as much as he normally would. He thought back, and he didn't remember feeling as bad as he constantly seemed to when he had been pregnant with Sid. He felt more tired, more sick, more annoyed with everything. He couldn't believe that just a few years made a difference at all, but the proof was in the pudding more or less.
On that thought, Billie tried getting himself off the couch to make his way into the kitchen. He took the headphones off, turned to put his feet on the ground, and after that it seemed that he was stuck. It wasn't like he had gained too much weight, just about twenty in his first trimester, which of course he knew would become a lot more over his next three months, then even more the last three. He had his feet almost on the ground, making himself feel all the more short since his feet didn't reach the floor while sitting on the couch. He knew he had only gained twenty pounds, but at that moment he realized that twenty pounds, all going twards the stomach, and maybe a little in the ass, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, was actually quite a bit when it was on someone as small as he was. He let himself fall back against the cushion, feeling miserable and letting that feeling fall from his eyes, in eyeliner filled tears. He remembered getting ready that morning, trying to look great for his husband. The only problem had been that his skinny jeans were starting to tell him he wasn't so skinny anymore. He had, had to pull on a pair of his husband's baggier jeans, which of course swallowed him in length. After being annoyed with that, he pulled on a shirt he had bought just a few months before.
For some reason, the past year or so, he had actually liked shopping at woman's sections in stores. Finding funny shirts that said the oddest things. Of course a few months before that morning, Billie hadn't gained twenty pounds, and a very visible baby bump. He had pulled the shirt over his head, only to find that it didn't touch the top of the jeans he was wearing. After a few minutes of screaming about his looks, his husband had finally calmed him down and told him how cute he was in the shirt. He had explained that he loved the way the shirt showed off his stomach so well, that if Billie could keep a secret, it actually turned him on a little. Billie of course, had left the shirt on, it was one he had actually bought at a store called Rue 21 and it had a stapler attacking two pieces of paper with the words, 'You Monster!' in bold across the top. Tre and Mike had found the shirt funny as well, all of them getting a ten minute giggle fit out of it.
After wrestling with the jeans, screaming about the shirt, and being calmed down, he had tried to put his eyeliner on, only to find he couldn't stand close enough to the cabinet to fix it. He had finally had to use the mirror at the end of their hallway, and after having to resmudge it a few times, he had walked down stairs and to his complete happiness his husband had picked him up into a tight embrace and had planted a soft kiss on his mouth. Their son had been in the room, eating his breakfast, so both men tried to be good little boys and not do too much PDA in front of him. Billie had sat next to his son, having a plate set in front of him with bacon and waffles, of course, like it had since his pregnancy had started, he found himself running to the bathroom to vomit the void of food in his stomach.
Billie was pulled out of his memory by his front door being opened. At first he was worried, his paranoia being spiked for the last few months, then he realized that no bad guy had a key to his house. Actually besides him, his husband, and sometimes his son, only one person had a key. "Tre!" He yelled. "Get me the fuck up! This fucking couch is trying to eat me!"
He watched as his best friend came running in, only to almost fall over laughing. "Dude," He started as he walked over to help the singer up. "It looks more like you've been eating the couch." He pulled Billie to a standing position, only to lean over and start running his hand over the couch. "Aww, it's okay now, I won't let the evil Billie monster get you." He purred to the furniture.
Billie pushed Tre over, making the drummer almost do a flip onto the couch. "I'm not a fucking monster! And I don't eat furniture!" He said, stalking off to the kitchen.
"Were are you going then?"
"To eat pudding!"
Tre chuckled to himself, finally standing up to follow the singer. He took a seat at the island, watching the other man's every move. Finally after ten minutes of making so called 'instant' pudding, Billie was getting fed up with the stares. He turned around to glare at the drummer. "What!" He demanded, placing hands on hips.
"Nothing man. Chill." Tre replied, rolling his eyes.
Billie cocked his head, pulling the whisk from the pudding bowl and started slinging it as he talked, emphasizing his words. "God dammit! Mike told you to come over here and watch me, didn't he? I'm going to fucking kill him! I told him I'd be fine, but NO, no one trusts me not to do something stupid and harm my own baby!" He screamed the last, looking at Tre again and realizing the pudding must be done, because what of it had been sprinkled across the drummer, seemed to be the right texture, falling from his hair in globs.
"Billie," Tre started, wiping the offending pudding off his face and out of his hair. "It's not that we don't trust you, we just worry about you. I mean, you're in your late thirties, women have problems with pregnancies at this age. We're just looking out for you and the baby."
"You think I don't know my own age? God, its written across my fucking forehead in little lines!" The singer huffed, taking the entire bowl of banana pudding, a bag of Nilla wafers, a cut up banana in a little cup, and two spoons, on a tray into his living room.
He took a seat and his drummer followed quickly behind, sitting next to him. "I didn't mean it that way Bill, you..." He trailed off, wanting to make Billie feel better, but not wanting to sound stupid. "Dude, you look good for your age. I mean really, look how many girls out there want to fuck your brains out!"
Billie rolled his eyes and started mixing the banana with the pudding, then artfully placing the wafers around the bowl. Tre didn't understand why the singer tried so hard to make it perfect when he was about to eat it, but he didn't want to say anything, since he seemed to have calmed down. The singer finally seemed to be happy with his banana product, sitting back and setting the bowl in his lap. He kept a spoon for himself, then handed one to his best friend who happily took it and picked a nice place in the bowl to start eating.
"Mike doesn't like banana pudding, but I made him buy me some. He says I don't eat healthy enough, but hey, it's got fruit in it." Billie said, taking a bite of his masterpiece and savoring every different flavor.
"Idiot, this shit's awesome. It used to be a treat in my family so I still don't eat it too often." Tre said, trying to make conversation that wouldn't piss the ink haired man off.
"Yeah," Billie started, placing another bite in his mouth. "My mom didn't make enough money to give us this, so it was a rarity for me too."
Tre picked up the remote, turning on the TV, and trying to find something to watch. He finally settled on cartoons, which brought an eye roll from the singer, but soon, both men found themselves laughing at the stupid things that were playing out on the screen.
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Mike opened his front door carefully, worrying that it was a suicide mission going in at all. He knew his husband must have been upset that he had called their drummer over to watch him, but he didn't like leaving Billie alone. The second the door was open, he watched as his son ran by in a tiny blond blur, running up to his room to start his homework. Mike walked through the house slowly, still worried about the fight he knew would be coming his way, when he finally entered the living room, only to find his husband fast asleep, leaning on their also sleeping best friend. The bassist chuckled to himself, walking to the kitchen to start supper.
He shook his head as he saw the mess that seemed to have exploded in his kitchen. There was a wire whisk on the counter top, a banana peel on the floor, and the one thing Mike really couldn't understand, was the mess of pudding globs all over the counter, the island chairs, and a little on the floor. He finally decided, as he lent down to clean up the mess, that he didn't really want to know.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a giggle coming from the doorway. He turned around to see his husband's sleep mused form standing there with a sprinkling of pink across his cheeks. "Sorry hon, I did mean to clean that up, I just, I guess I passed out." He said yawning.
Mike smiled at him, standing up and walking over to take his partner into a hug. "It's okay babe, I don't mind cleaning it up. What would you like for dinner?"
Billie chewed his lip for a minute, seeming to try and pick between which of his cravings he wanted to give into. "Steak." He finally said, giving Mike a bright, cute smile.
"Okay, but that may take a while to fix."
"That's okay, I can find something to hold me over." The smaller man said, walking over to the cabinets and looking for some kind of snack.
Mike watched as his husband pulled out a jar of peanut butter, Ritz crackers, and chocolate chips. "Are you really going to eat all that together?"
"Yes." Billie replied, then demonstrated how he would make his concoction by spreading peanut butter on a cracker, then placing a good amount of chips on top if it. He took a bite, smiling at the taste. "It's like a Recces with crisp in it."
Mike shook his head as he walked to the freezer to find the steaks he would prepare. He heard a sigh type sound coming from his husband and he turned around quickly, dropping the packaged steaks on the floor as he ran to his partner. He caught Billie just in time, watching as the pale completion only went paler and his eyes fluttered closed. "Baby! Baby! What's wrong?" Mike demanded as he picked Billie up, bridal style, and carried him into the living room, setting him on the couch.
"I'm okay. I think." Billie said breathlessly, almost panting for air. He felt terrible, his head was suddenly pounding, his skin felt like it was on fire, and he felt a little queasy.
Mike leaned on his knees next to his husband, placing soft kisses on his cheek, and running his hand through ink hair. "How ya doing?"
"Better. I'll be okay, just a dizzy spell. Really babe, I'm okay."
"Okay, well don't scare me like that, ever again okay?" Mike pleaded, almost crying at his fear.
"Yeah man, don't be a jackass." Tre joked from the other end of the couch.
Billie tried to laugh, but only seemed to sigh. "Really, I'm going to be okay. I'm not even dizzy now."
"Well, I'm still going to call the doctor in the morning okay?" Mike stated, standing up to go and fix the steaks that he knew his husband was craving. He walked into the kitchen, still worrying about his partner, but knowing that nothing could be done until the next day. His main fear, as he knew was his husbands, was that they would lose their child, and Mike knew Billie might never come back from something like that.
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I hope this chapter was liked! It took me a few hours,
and I feel proud of it! Sad cliffhanger huh? Well, more will
come soon, and comments are very welcome!