Billies p.o.v
It's been two days since Skylar called me Mommy and I still can't shake it.
It's not like she's said it again. Not once. She calls me "Billie" now, like usual, or just tugs on my sleeve when she needs something.
Mackenzie still calls me "Bee" most of the time a nickname that makes my heart ache a little every time I hear it.
But that one word? That one soft moment?
It's been echoing in my head on a loop.
Mommy.
Not "Miss Billie." Not "the lady." Just... Mommy. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Like she meant it.
And that scares me more than anything else so far.
This wasn't supposed to be real. That was the whole deal. My team said it would be easy just two weeks. Play nice, smile a little, post a few curated "real life" pictures.
Then they'd go back to wherever they came from and I'd go back to being Billie Eilish the untouchable, moody, mysterious pop star with zero real attachments.
But now?
Now Skylar curls up against my side during nap time like I'm hers.
Now Mackenzie leaves crayon drawings of "us" on the fridge usually me with huge eyes and long arms, holding both of their hands.
Now I panic at the thought of this ending.
I stayed up late last night, sitting outside their room just listening to them breathe.
It sounds creepy, I know. But it felt like the only way to calm the mess in my head.
I just needed to know they were still here. Still safe.
Still mine.
I'm not ready to say that out loud. Not to Kelly. Not to the agency. Not even to myself.
But the truth is right there, scratching at the inside of my chest.
I don't want this to be temporary.
And that thought alone makes me feel like I'm standing at the edge of something way bigger than I ever signed up for.
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Unexpected Family
AdventureBillie Eilish doesn't do kids. She doesn't like them, doesn't understand them, and definitely never wanted any of her own. But when her management team sets up a temporary foster care publicity stunt two toddlers, a camera crew, and a whole lot of c...
