The Twinkle in Your Eyes, Baby chapter three
Title: The Twinkle in Your Eye, Baby
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.
One
Two
Tre sat on the carpeted floor of Sid's playroom. To the day, He couldn't figure out why a child needed a bedroom and a playroom, but it wasn't his child. He was nervous, his two best friends had been gone for a few hours. Every time he could ever remember, when someone went to the doctor and was gone for a few hours it usually meant the person was in the hospital. He kept telling himself that if Billie was in the hospital, that Mike would have called to let him know. He could tell that the child was getting worried, knowing that it wasn't a normal thing for his parents to be gone so long. Sid also seemed to be getting tired and Tre knew it was about the time for his nap, but the boy refused to sleep until his parents were home.
"You want to watch a movie?" Tre asked the small boy, hoping that he would fall asleep to the light and sound.
"No!" Sid replied, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Okay, okay! No movie." He thought for a moment. "You want to go for a ride in Uncle's car?"
He could tell the child was thinking about it, he normally would never pass up a ride with his uncle, but what if his daddies came home while he was out? "No!" He huffed again.
Tre sighed, not really being able to think of anything else. He finally lent forward and started pushing the small toy car, that the young boy had given him. Of course the boy had kept the better ones for himself, and had given the drummer the one's he didn't want. He didn't know what to do, he was getting worried, and he knew that Sid was as well. They had played on the boy's little drum kit for a while, Tre trying to teach him a few things, then it had seemed to bore both of them. The drummer thought about picking up his cell phone and trying to call his two best friends, but he didn't want to interpret if a doctor was in the room.
"God." He muttered under his breath, then worried if the little boy had heard him. His head was still down and he peaked up at Sid who at the moment was grinning ear to ear at the blush that covered his uncles cheeks.
"Don freak, daddies don mine if I hear bad wurds. They say 'em." The small boy giggled.
"Oh, okay. Just, don't tell them just in case. S'that cool little buddy?" Tre asked, playfully punching the small boy on the arm.
Suddenly the little boy's happy and giggling face started to frown and his usually bright green eyes turned a darker color. He crossed his arms across his chest and made a very angry face at the drummer. "Don caw me wittio!" He almost screamed.
Tre squint his eyes, and thought about covering his ears from the horrific sound of a child's shriek, but knew the better of it. He tried apologizing, but Sid wouldn't listen. The toddler stood up, walking over to his CD player and turned it up. The drummer tried yelling that it was too loud, even if they both liked it that they had neighbors, even though he knew that the house had sound proof walls, but the child wouldn't listen. Tre sighed, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of vodka, downing it quickly. It seemed every time that he had to babysit, that he ended up drinking at some point. He didn't drink too much so that he was drunk, and couldn't function right, he just drank enough so he could stand everything, and could stay calm around the child. He knew most people would say that he shouldn't do it, that it was never good to drink around a child, but that's how he had been raised, and it's not like he ever gave Sid anything to drink, except that time he had been a baby and had a tooth ache. The drummer had been babysitting and felt bad for the infant so he had put a little too much whiskey in his baby bottle. He hadn't been allowed to watch the child for a few weeks after that. Mike had laughed it off, but Billie being as worried as he always was, had been pissed about it.
Tre shook his head at the memory, laughing about it. He finished off his glass, poured enough for one more shot, downed it, then placed the bottle back in the freezer. He rinsed out the glass before turning and starting his way back to the playroom. The music was still blaring, and Tre didn't understand when kindergartner's had become so much like teenagers. He had gotten as far as the stairwell, his hand on the banister , before he was tapped on the shoulder. He spun around quickly, hands up in a terrible mock of a ninja stance, ready to fight off any intruder, until he noticed it was his bassist.
Mike was standing there, laughing, almost falling on the floor. There was a smile on Billie's face, but he wasn't laughing like Mike had. "God dude! You trying to scare the shit outta me?" Tre asked, raising his voice so he could be heard over the child's music.
Mike finally stood back up, wiping at his eyes and placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sorry man, that was just too good!" He said, trying to hold back another fit of laughs.
Tre rolled his eyes at the bassist, starting to turn around to head up the stairs before Billie passed him. "I'll go check on him. You're probably the last person he wants to see right now." The singer shot at him, giggling to himself.
Mike finally straitened all the way up, standing next to the shocked, and almost sad drummer. "You called him 'small' didn't you?"
"No." He replied, crossing his arms just like Sid had done a few minutes before.
"Oh, really? Then whats wrong?" Mike asked, true puzzlement etched across his features.
Tre sighed. "I called him 'little'." He replied with a huff, making his way into the living room for a smoke.
Mike followed behind him, chuckling softly to himself. The two sat down on the couch, Tre handing the bassist a cigarette before lighting his own. "So," He started, exhaling his first drag. "What'd you find out? Is Beej okay?"
"Hmmm." Was all the reply he received at first, leading him to roll his eyes at the taller man.
"Well?" He asked, nudging Mike with his elbow, most likely harder than he should have.
"Well, what?"
"How the fuck is Billie?" He almost yelled.
"Tre, don't raise your voice in the house. Do you want to teach my child bad manners?" The drummer heard from the walkway into the living room. He looked over to see the singer leaning against the frame, his small hands in his pockets.
"Sorry." He replied before thinking about what he had just been told. "Wait! What the fuck? You yell and scream all the time jackass."
Billie smiled, seeming to be amused with the drummer. He walked over and took a seat on his husband's lap, grinning and laying his head on Mike's shoulders. "So?" He asked, smirking.
Tre just rolled his eyes, taking another drag off of his cigarette. He watched as Billie waved the smoke away, then watched as Mike leant over to put out his own before yanking Tre's out of his fingers and smushing it out. "Sorry baby." The bassist said before kissing his partner on the cheek. Billie snuggled closer into Mike, letting the taller man wrap his arms around him.
"So, what'd you find out at the doctor's?" Tre asked, still glaring at the bassist for stealing his nicotine.
"News." The singer replied, still smirking at the drummer.
"God, is it that bad or something? Or are you being a jackass for the hell of it." He said, more as a statement than anything else.
Billie almost glared at the drummer. Instead of answering he nuzzled his face into the crook of Mike's neck, planting small, soft kisses on the sensitive skin, making the taller man jerk a little and try his hardest not to giggle at the ticklish feeling. Tre felt like he was watching something he shouldn't be, still after so many years of seeing the two men together. He had been dealing with their PDA for as long as he had been friends with them, but sometimes it still grossed him out, kind of like having to watch his parents together. He shivered at the thought, standing up to walk from the room.
"Where are you going?" Billie asked, his head shooting up from its place on his husband's shoulder.
"Well, if I'm not getting an answer then I'll just go hang with Sid. I mean, you look like you want alone time or something anyway." The drummer stated, staring at the pair like he was a little bit miffed.
"Awww, don't be angry Frankie! We're sowwy!" The singer said, mocking a child like voice.
Tre raised an eyebrow at the man, wondering what the hell had gotten into him, not that he minded the joking, happy side of Billie, he had just been getting so used to the angry, brooding side of him. "What's up? I mean, I'm guessing it's not bad news, or you'd be really pissed or something. Can you please just tell me what the hell you found out?" He asked exasperatedly.
Billie smirked again, looking to his partner with a wicked grin. The drummer didn't know if he liked the terribly playful version of his best friend or not. Finally the bassist looked to Tre, a giant smile plastered across his face. "As I said man, we found out news."
"And the news would be?" Tre asked, motioning with his hand for the man to go on.
"Well.." He trailed off, looking to the singer on his lap.
"Guess what Tre?" Billie asked, a smile wider than the drummer had seen for a while, gracing his face.
"What man?" Tre was getting excited, anything that made his two best friends this happy must be wonderful.
Billie lent down, picking up a bag that the bassist had brought in. Tre had forgotten about it, and had never thought to ask what was in it. He had just thought at the time that it may have had some medicine in it or something. The singer opened it, pulling out a small plastic wrapped thing, throwing it at Tre. He barely caught it, but did, looking at the package and not really understanding what it was for. "Dude, if you guys are into that kind of thing, then cool, whatever, but you don't have to let me know about it."
"What? No!" Billie said, a sprinkling of pink across his cheeks. "No dumbass, it's not for play! God, think about it!"
Tre watched as the singer shook his head and wiped his hand across his face. He looked back at the package, thinking of the options of what it could mean. "Okay guys, either you've got some fucked up bedroom antics, not that I don't, you're going to a rave party, or.." He trailed off. The realization painted on his face. "Oh my god! This is awesome!" He screamed, jumping up and down like a teenage girl who had just won tickets to one of their shows. He looked to his friends who were still seated on the couch. "Wait," He started, stopping his frantic jumping. "This is good right?"
"Of course Tre! It just comes with some risks of course." Billie stated, giving his best friend, then his husband a sweet smile.
Tre walked back to the couch, sitting next to the two men, and giving them each an understanding smile. "I know, but damn guys! This may be like, really rare and you get to do it twice! Seriously dude, be happy! You're having another baby for fucks sake!"
"I know!" Billie almost screamed. He realized then, that it hadn't hit him yet. He had heard the doctor, but it hadn't really registered in his mind. He was going to be a father again, and he was going to have to carry that baby to term, all over again. It had been hell the first time, and he knew the more it happened in a male didn't make the risks any less, sometimes it made them more. When he was younger he hadn't ever dreamed of being a father, let alone carrying the baby. Now he had a five year old, and another on the way. He was scared, but at the same time he hadn't been happier in his life.
Suddenly he felt someone wiping away tears that he hadn't known he was crying. He sniffed a little, smiling at his husband who was kissing him on the cheek. "I'm okay, don't worry. They're happy tears, I promise." He said, trying to wipe the eyeliner tracks from his face.
"Oh god." Tre started, smiling at the two. "The mood swings begin!"
The singer scoffed, hitting his drummer on the arm and laughing softly. He felt like he couldn't be happier. Then he remembered. "Oh god." He stated, his eyes moving to look at the stairwell.
"What?" His husband asked, worry crossing his face.
"What're we going to tell Sid? What if he gets pissed off? I've never heard him say that he wanted a little brother or sister. Usually when children are okay with it, they ask. Ya know, like for a Christmas present or something." Billie said, his stress already rising.
"Shhh." Mike said, rubbing circles on his partner's back. "It'll be okay. Most kids do want more siblings. You know, they like someone to play with."
"Yeah, sometimes. But sometimes they hate the idea, because they don't want anyone to take the affection from them. Oh my god, Sid's going to hate me!" Billie wined, tears welling in his eyes again.
"Calm down babe, he'll love it I promise. Plus, we won't be like those shitty parents who ignore their other children for the baby of the family. Swear." The bassist said, looking to his best friend in hopes of an agreement.
Tre, never to fail one of his friends for help piped up. "Hell yeah man! We'll all love Sid, and play with him. It'll be just like it is now, 'cept he'll have someone else to play with when the baby gets old enough. Even if you're preoccupied, ya know, with changing shitty diapers, or feeding the rascal, I can help out more with the kid. I'll be here, and Mike'll help, don't worry so much dude. Everything will be okay."
Billie sniffed again, looking over at Tre again. "Really? Thanks man. That was a nice speech even with the 'shitty diapers' comment."
Tre grinned, and Mike rolled his eyes, still trying to keep his husband calm by rubbing his back gently. "Hey man, at least it'll be awhile before you get all fat." The drummer said with a small laugh.
Billie stood, flipping the drummer off before walking up the stairs, one hand on the banister and the other on his stomach protectively. Tre watched as Mike's eyes lit up at the small man. "Ya know," Mike started. "twenty years ago, I never would have thought we'd be here, like this."
"Yeah, who knew you and Bill would be married, have two kids, and I'd be a whore." Tre replied with a snort.
"I knew the last part." Mike said with a small laugh.
"Fuck off man."
Billie was standing outside of his son's playroom, trying to get up the courage to speak to the little boy and tell him the good news. He just hoped that the toddler thought it was good news as well. He took one more deep breath, placing his hand on the door knob and turning it gently. He opened it to see his son sitting on the floor. A toy car to each hand, and a sleepy smile on his face. The boy looked up when his father entered, already having turned the music down.
"Hey daddy, I know, bed time." The little boy said, standing up lazily and walking towards his father, reaching up his arms.
Billie smiled, reaching down and picking up his son. He sat him on his hip, turning and walking out the door and down the hall to the child's bedroom. Once they entered the room, Billie sat the boy on the floor and began removing his food stained clothes so he could put the child's washed boxers on him. "Hey buddy," The singer started, leaning to kneel on his knee so he could better match up with the boy.
"Yes daddy?"
"I got something to talk to you about." He said, pulling the boy's boxers up and setting him in his bed.
"Wat?" The little boy asked.
"Well Siddy, what would you think about.." He trailed off, the stress starting to well up in him again. He felt stupid, he could sing in front of a crowd of thousands, but he couldn't tell one little boy, his own son, that he would be having another child.
"Spit it owt daddy." Sid said, making his father giggle softly at how much he was like himself.
Billie ruffled the boys hair, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before sitting back up, and trying to start his sentence again. This time feeling a little bit calmer. "What do you think about having a little brother or sister?"
The little boy seemed to think about it, chewing on his bottom lip which again, reminded Billie so much of himself. It felt to the singer like minutes passed before his son finally answered.
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Hope this was liked, and made all my readers
happy that I have a new chapter so soon. I do
believe this is my only fic with chapters this long.
I just really love writing it, and I hope you love
reading it!
Now you know what was wrong with Billie, like
you didn't already know. *pouts* I'm no good at
writing secretive things, my clues are terrible!
Well, comments make happy, and yes, another
cliffhanger because it makes me happy!
Will Sid be happy? Are you going to read and find out?
*hehe*
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.
One
Two
Tre sat on the carpeted floor of Sid's playroom. To the day, He couldn't figure out why a child needed a bedroom and a playroom, but it wasn't his child. He was nervous, his two best friends had been gone for a few hours. Every time he could ever remember, when someone went to the doctor and was gone for a few hours it usually meant the person was in the hospital. He kept telling himself that if Billie was in the hospital, that Mike would have called to let him know. He could tell that the child was getting worried, knowing that it wasn't a normal thing for his parents to be gone so long. Sid also seemed to be getting tired and Tre knew it was about the time for his nap, but the boy refused to sleep until his parents were home.
"You want to watch a movie?" Tre asked the small boy, hoping that he would fall asleep to the light and sound.
"No!" Sid replied, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Okay, okay! No movie." He thought for a moment. "You want to go for a ride in Uncle's car?"
He could tell the child was thinking about it, he normally would never pass up a ride with his uncle, but what if his daddies came home while he was out? "No!" He huffed again.
Tre sighed, not really being able to think of anything else. He finally lent forward and started pushing the small toy car, that the young boy had given him. Of course the boy had kept the better ones for himself, and had given the drummer the one's he didn't want. He didn't know what to do, he was getting worried, and he knew that Sid was as well. They had played on the boy's little drum kit for a while, Tre trying to teach him a few things, then it had seemed to bore both of them. The drummer thought about picking up his cell phone and trying to call his two best friends, but he didn't want to interpret if a doctor was in the room.
"God." He muttered under his breath, then worried if the little boy had heard him. His head was still down and he peaked up at Sid who at the moment was grinning ear to ear at the blush that covered his uncles cheeks.
"Don freak, daddies don mine if I hear bad wurds. They say 'em." The small boy giggled.
"Oh, okay. Just, don't tell them just in case. S'that cool little buddy?" Tre asked, playfully punching the small boy on the arm.
Suddenly the little boy's happy and giggling face started to frown and his usually bright green eyes turned a darker color. He crossed his arms across his chest and made a very angry face at the drummer. "Don caw me wittio!" He almost screamed.
Tre squint his eyes, and thought about covering his ears from the horrific sound of a child's shriek, but knew the better of it. He tried apologizing, but Sid wouldn't listen. The toddler stood up, walking over to his CD player and turned it up. The drummer tried yelling that it was too loud, even if they both liked it that they had neighbors, even though he knew that the house had sound proof walls, but the child wouldn't listen. Tre sighed, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of vodka, downing it quickly. It seemed every time that he had to babysit, that he ended up drinking at some point. He didn't drink too much so that he was drunk, and couldn't function right, he just drank enough so he could stand everything, and could stay calm around the child. He knew most people would say that he shouldn't do it, that it was never good to drink around a child, but that's how he had been raised, and it's not like he ever gave Sid anything to drink, except that time he had been a baby and had a tooth ache. The drummer had been babysitting and felt bad for the infant so he had put a little too much whiskey in his baby bottle. He hadn't been allowed to watch the child for a few weeks after that. Mike had laughed it off, but Billie being as worried as he always was, had been pissed about it.
Tre shook his head at the memory, laughing about it. He finished off his glass, poured enough for one more shot, downed it, then placed the bottle back in the freezer. He rinsed out the glass before turning and starting his way back to the playroom. The music was still blaring, and Tre didn't understand when kindergartner's had become so much like teenagers. He had gotten as far as the stairwell, his hand on the banister , before he was tapped on the shoulder. He spun around quickly, hands up in a terrible mock of a ninja stance, ready to fight off any intruder, until he noticed it was his bassist.
Mike was standing there, laughing, almost falling on the floor. There was a smile on Billie's face, but he wasn't laughing like Mike had. "God dude! You trying to scare the shit outta me?" Tre asked, raising his voice so he could be heard over the child's music.
Mike finally stood back up, wiping at his eyes and placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sorry man, that was just too good!" He said, trying to hold back another fit of laughs.
Tre rolled his eyes at the bassist, starting to turn around to head up the stairs before Billie passed him. "I'll go check on him. You're probably the last person he wants to see right now." The singer shot at him, giggling to himself.
Mike finally straitened all the way up, standing next to the shocked, and almost sad drummer. "You called him 'small' didn't you?"
"No." He replied, crossing his arms just like Sid had done a few minutes before.
"Oh, really? Then whats wrong?" Mike asked, true puzzlement etched across his features.
Tre sighed. "I called him 'little'." He replied with a huff, making his way into the living room for a smoke.
Mike followed behind him, chuckling softly to himself. The two sat down on the couch, Tre handing the bassist a cigarette before lighting his own. "So," He started, exhaling his first drag. "What'd you find out? Is Beej okay?"
"Hmmm." Was all the reply he received at first, leading him to roll his eyes at the taller man.
"Well?" He asked, nudging Mike with his elbow, most likely harder than he should have.
"Well, what?"
"How the fuck is Billie?" He almost yelled.
"Tre, don't raise your voice in the house. Do you want to teach my child bad manners?" The drummer heard from the walkway into the living room. He looked over to see the singer leaning against the frame, his small hands in his pockets.
"Sorry." He replied before thinking about what he had just been told. "Wait! What the fuck? You yell and scream all the time jackass."
Billie smiled, seeming to be amused with the drummer. He walked over and took a seat on his husband's lap, grinning and laying his head on Mike's shoulders. "So?" He asked, smirking.
Tre just rolled his eyes, taking another drag off of his cigarette. He watched as Billie waved the smoke away, then watched as Mike leant over to put out his own before yanking Tre's out of his fingers and smushing it out. "Sorry baby." The bassist said before kissing his partner on the cheek. Billie snuggled closer into Mike, letting the taller man wrap his arms around him.
"So, what'd you find out at the doctor's?" Tre asked, still glaring at the bassist for stealing his nicotine.
"News." The singer replied, still smirking at the drummer.
"God, is it that bad or something? Or are you being a jackass for the hell of it." He said, more as a statement than anything else.
Billie almost glared at the drummer. Instead of answering he nuzzled his face into the crook of Mike's neck, planting small, soft kisses on the sensitive skin, making the taller man jerk a little and try his hardest not to giggle at the ticklish feeling. Tre felt like he was watching something he shouldn't be, still after so many years of seeing the two men together. He had been dealing with their PDA for as long as he had been friends with them, but sometimes it still grossed him out, kind of like having to watch his parents together. He shivered at the thought, standing up to walk from the room.
"Where are you going?" Billie asked, his head shooting up from its place on his husband's shoulder.
"Well, if I'm not getting an answer then I'll just go hang with Sid. I mean, you look like you want alone time or something anyway." The drummer stated, staring at the pair like he was a little bit miffed.
"Awww, don't be angry Frankie! We're sowwy!" The singer said, mocking a child like voice.
Tre raised an eyebrow at the man, wondering what the hell had gotten into him, not that he minded the joking, happy side of Billie, he had just been getting so used to the angry, brooding side of him. "What's up? I mean, I'm guessing it's not bad news, or you'd be really pissed or something. Can you please just tell me what the hell you found out?" He asked exasperatedly.
Billie smirked again, looking to his partner with a wicked grin. The drummer didn't know if he liked the terribly playful version of his best friend or not. Finally the bassist looked to Tre, a giant smile plastered across his face. "As I said man, we found out news."
"And the news would be?" Tre asked, motioning with his hand for the man to go on.
"Well.." He trailed off, looking to the singer on his lap.
"Guess what Tre?" Billie asked, a smile wider than the drummer had seen for a while, gracing his face.
"What man?" Tre was getting excited, anything that made his two best friends this happy must be wonderful.
Billie lent down, picking up a bag that the bassist had brought in. Tre had forgotten about it, and had never thought to ask what was in it. He had just thought at the time that it may have had some medicine in it or something. The singer opened it, pulling out a small plastic wrapped thing, throwing it at Tre. He barely caught it, but did, looking at the package and not really understanding what it was for. "Dude, if you guys are into that kind of thing, then cool, whatever, but you don't have to let me know about it."
"What? No!" Billie said, a sprinkling of pink across his cheeks. "No dumbass, it's not for play! God, think about it!"
Tre watched as the singer shook his head and wiped his hand across his face. He looked back at the package, thinking of the options of what it could mean. "Okay guys, either you've got some fucked up bedroom antics, not that I don't, you're going to a rave party, or.." He trailed off. The realization painted on his face. "Oh my god! This is awesome!" He screamed, jumping up and down like a teenage girl who had just won tickets to one of their shows. He looked to his friends who were still seated on the couch. "Wait," He started, stopping his frantic jumping. "This is good right?"
"Of course Tre! It just comes with some risks of course." Billie stated, giving his best friend, then his husband a sweet smile.
Tre walked back to the couch, sitting next to the two men, and giving them each an understanding smile. "I know, but damn guys! This may be like, really rare and you get to do it twice! Seriously dude, be happy! You're having another baby for fucks sake!"
"I know!" Billie almost screamed. He realized then, that it hadn't hit him yet. He had heard the doctor, but it hadn't really registered in his mind. He was going to be a father again, and he was going to have to carry that baby to term, all over again. It had been hell the first time, and he knew the more it happened in a male didn't make the risks any less, sometimes it made them more. When he was younger he hadn't ever dreamed of being a father, let alone carrying the baby. Now he had a five year old, and another on the way. He was scared, but at the same time he hadn't been happier in his life.
Suddenly he felt someone wiping away tears that he hadn't known he was crying. He sniffed a little, smiling at his husband who was kissing him on the cheek. "I'm okay, don't worry. They're happy tears, I promise." He said, trying to wipe the eyeliner tracks from his face.
"Oh god." Tre started, smiling at the two. "The mood swings begin!"
The singer scoffed, hitting his drummer on the arm and laughing softly. He felt like he couldn't be happier. Then he remembered. "Oh god." He stated, his eyes moving to look at the stairwell.
"What?" His husband asked, worry crossing his face.
"What're we going to tell Sid? What if he gets pissed off? I've never heard him say that he wanted a little brother or sister. Usually when children are okay with it, they ask. Ya know, like for a Christmas present or something." Billie said, his stress already rising.
"Shhh." Mike said, rubbing circles on his partner's back. "It'll be okay. Most kids do want more siblings. You know, they like someone to play with."
"Yeah, sometimes. But sometimes they hate the idea, because they don't want anyone to take the affection from them. Oh my god, Sid's going to hate me!" Billie wined, tears welling in his eyes again.
"Calm down babe, he'll love it I promise. Plus, we won't be like those shitty parents who ignore their other children for the baby of the family. Swear." The bassist said, looking to his best friend in hopes of an agreement.
Tre, never to fail one of his friends for help piped up. "Hell yeah man! We'll all love Sid, and play with him. It'll be just like it is now, 'cept he'll have someone else to play with when the baby gets old enough. Even if you're preoccupied, ya know, with changing shitty diapers, or feeding the rascal, I can help out more with the kid. I'll be here, and Mike'll help, don't worry so much dude. Everything will be okay."
Billie sniffed again, looking over at Tre again. "Really? Thanks man. That was a nice speech even with the 'shitty diapers' comment."
Tre grinned, and Mike rolled his eyes, still trying to keep his husband calm by rubbing his back gently. "Hey man, at least it'll be awhile before you get all fat." The drummer said with a small laugh.
Billie stood, flipping the drummer off before walking up the stairs, one hand on the banister and the other on his stomach protectively. Tre watched as Mike's eyes lit up at the small man. "Ya know," Mike started. "twenty years ago, I never would have thought we'd be here, like this."
"Yeah, who knew you and Bill would be married, have two kids, and I'd be a whore." Tre replied with a snort.
"I knew the last part." Mike said with a small laugh.
"Fuck off man."
Billie was standing outside of his son's playroom, trying to get up the courage to speak to the little boy and tell him the good news. He just hoped that the toddler thought it was good news as well. He took one more deep breath, placing his hand on the door knob and turning it gently. He opened it to see his son sitting on the floor. A toy car to each hand, and a sleepy smile on his face. The boy looked up when his father entered, already having turned the music down.
"Hey daddy, I know, bed time." The little boy said, standing up lazily and walking towards his father, reaching up his arms.
Billie smiled, reaching down and picking up his son. He sat him on his hip, turning and walking out the door and down the hall to the child's bedroom. Once they entered the room, Billie sat the boy on the floor and began removing his food stained clothes so he could put the child's washed boxers on him. "Hey buddy," The singer started, leaning to kneel on his knee so he could better match up with the boy.
"Yes daddy?"
"I got something to talk to you about." He said, pulling the boy's boxers up and setting him in his bed.
"Wat?" The little boy asked.
"Well Siddy, what would you think about.." He trailed off, the stress starting to well up in him again. He felt stupid, he could sing in front of a crowd of thousands, but he couldn't tell one little boy, his own son, that he would be having another child.
"Spit it owt daddy." Sid said, making his father giggle softly at how much he was like himself.
Billie ruffled the boys hair, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before sitting back up, and trying to start his sentence again. This time feeling a little bit calmer. "What do you think about having a little brother or sister?"
The little boy seemed to think about it, chewing on his bottom lip which again, reminded Billie so much of himself. It felt to the singer like minutes passed before his son finally answered.
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Hope this was liked, and made all my readers
happy that I have a new chapter so soon. I do
believe this is my only fic with chapters this long.
I just really love writing it, and I hope you love
reading it!
Now you know what was wrong with Billie, like
you didn't already know. *pouts* I'm no good at
writing secretive things, my clues are terrible!
Well, comments make happy, and yes, another
cliffhanger because it makes me happy!
Will Sid be happy? Are you going to read and find out?
*hehe*