imagines | billie eilish

sleepless

~ lila's pov ~
chapter includes: cute imagine, similar to "hungry" from my deleted imagine book
lila is billies 5 week old daughter
it's june 2018

i want my mommy.

i can't sleep because i pooped, and it's making me uncomfortable.

and after pooping, it made me hungry.

i have a technique for getting mommy to do these things for me, like change my diaper and give me a bottle.

i start crying. mommy doesn't like it when i cry, and so she does those things to make me happy again.

i start kicking my legs uncomfortably, starting with slight grunts, before i actually start fully crying.

i sleep in the same room with mommy, so i can see her through the bars of my crib.

i see mommy sit up and rub her eyes, before turning on the light and walking up to me.

"c'mere, angel. mommy's here now." she picks me up, but pauses.

"oh...my...god. you pooped all over your pj's." mommy groans.

mommy takes me over to the changing table, but this time she takes all of my pj's off, and my diaper.

"you got poop all down your leg, lila." mommy makes a weird face as she wipes my legs with a wipe.

mommy looks up as the door opens, and grandma walks in.

"is everything alright?" she asks, coming over to mommy.

"i guess during the night she pooped and it somehow leaked all down her legs." mommy shows grandma my dirty pj's, and grandma gasps a little.

"luckily it's not on her bed." mommy finishes cleaning me up, and puts me in a new diaper.

she picks me up and holds me to her chest. "you can go back to bed, mom. i got her."

"alright, call me in if you need anything." grandma walks out of the room after she said that.

mommy throws my dirty clothes in the trash with my diaper, and lays down on her bed with me.

mommy looks at me, making me smile.

"hi, angel." mommy laughs, making me smile more.

"it's close to milk time isn't it?" mommy says, getting out her phone and looking at it.

"yup, 5:24. c'mere."

mommy picks me up and brings me out into the kitchen, going into the refrigerator for the milk.

mommy says she uses a pump to get my milk. "mom, can you hold her for a second, i gotta make her bottle." mommy says, handing me to grandma.

i'm making billie bottle feed lila this time because there were so many people in the comment section sexualizing the hell out of breastfeeding in my deleted book. don't think i ain't seen y'all weird asses.

"hello, sweetheart. let's go get you into some fresh new pajama's, you must be so cold."

grandma walks me back into mommy's room and lays me on mommy's big bed, getting one of my onesies from my drawer.