Everything We Wanted

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⚠️TW: mentions of anxiety attacks, drugs/drug use⚠️

(Billie's POV)
"I wish we could've flown here so I could've seen the lights! Ohhh it would've been so pretty, I could've taken pictures!"

Aleah rambled on about how much she wanted to fly in to Las Vegas. I smiled at her as she continued talking, mentally zoning out. I will never get tired of hearing this girl talk no matter how annoying she thinks she's being.

"Oh!" She exclaimed suddenly, her hand flying to her stomach.

"Is he kicking again?" I asked as my hands also went to her stomach.

"No not there...right there." She took my hands, moving them to a different spot. "Say something." she told me.

"Hi bubbie." I said as he kicked my hand. We both smiled as we felt our little boy move around.

"God I cannot get over how crazy that is." I said to her.

-At the hotel-

"Darling why didn't you just take the elevator? It would've been easier for you." I was helping her up the stairs cause her stubborn ass refused to take the elevator up to the THIRD FLOOR.

"Because..I don't wanna take the elevator. I have two perfectly working legs and feet." She said as she clearly struggled to get up the stairs. "Plus I'm only 5 months pregnant, I'll be okay."

"Kay well remember Kate said because you're having a boy things will get harder sooner rather than later. You need to take it easy love."

"Okay alright fine. I'll take the elevator from now on." She said as she got to the top of the stairs. Though I was sure she was lying I let it go, taking us to our room and putting down our bags.

This was our last stop at a hotel in Vegas. After this it was back home to LA where Aleah would spend the rest of the tour at home so she wouldn't overdo herself. Which of course she hated being at home while I was out performing but I promised her I would be home as much as I could. And that Claudia would be there to keep her company.

She layed down on the bed complaining about how exhausted she was which I found ironic. I chuckled to myself.

"You complain yet you were the one who wanted to walk up three flights of stairs."

She practically glared daggers at me, telling me to shut up. "Just sayin." I mumbled under my breath.

She got up to get changed into some comfier clothes. Then standing infront of the mirror like she's been doing for the past few weeks.

"You okay mama?"

"Do I look fat? Like in the face?" She asked. Beginning to pick at her face and hips.

"Stop with that shit baby, you look gorgeous as you always do." I came up behind her in the mirror, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"I feel like a whale." she pouted as she looked in the mirror.

"Baby you're carrying a literal human inside of your body. It's gonna change and that's alright. Cause despite what you think I think you still look sexy as hell." This caused her to blush and roll her eyes. Though she mumbled a thank you in response.