{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 9

I laid under the blankets of a hospital bed with my newborn son. The bright sun beaming in through the window of the small, bleak room.

"I love him so much." I stated, holding my son tight. 

"Me too." Billie said. 

"What about a name?" I asked, looking up at him. "You still want to go with David?".

"Sure.".

"Okay.". I looked down at David, amazed that me and Billie had created him together. "David Armstrong. Oh, what about a middle name?". 

"How about Andrew?" Billie suggested. "We could name him after my dad.". 

"Alright." I said, smiling. "David Andrew Armstrong. Oh, he's so cute.".

"He is.".

"Billie, would you like to hold him for a while?". 

"Sure.". Billie gently scooped David out of my arms and held him. He cradled David and I could already tell that those two would be close knit. 

                               ***
                                             
The following day, me and David were released from the hospital. We drove back to Oakland from Los Angeles, and it felt so good to be home again.  

I was sitting in the bedroom, looking into David's eyes. They were as blue as the ocean, and I was in love with them. 

He grabbed my finger and examined it. His hands were so tiny and cute. "I love you more than you'll ever know." I told him.

                              ***

It was just a week after, and my anxiety was attacking me. Mike and Tre were coming over to meet David in the afternoon. 

"I won't drink too much, if that's what you're worried about." Billie said, taking David out of his highchair. He could tell I was anxious.

"Okay, honey." I replied, trying to sound reassured. 

"I'm better now anyway, aren't I?".

I sighed. Billie had been drinking a bit less since that fight we'd had a few months ago, but he still drank too much. 

"Yes, you're better now." I said, just to make him happy.

"Exactly, so you've got nothing to worry about." he replied, heading out of the kitchen with David in his arms.

Nothing to worry about!? What!? I had lots to worry about! 

I drank a glass of water and went to the bathroom in search of something to settle my stomach. Then I opened the drawer and looked for a brush because my hair was a mess. I pulled out my favorite brush and ran it through my hair. I knew why I wanted to look good, I didn't deny it to myself anymore.  

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Billie sitting on the couch with David. How sweet.

I thought about how David already looked more like me than Billie. It can be hard to tell with babies, but so far, David looked nothing like Billie. He had blue eyes and a different nose. I wanted David to look like Billie, and I figured he would probably have an appearance more similar to mine.