angel monarch, a world famous poet, gets asked to help write a song with finneas o'connell and billie eilish after moving to new york. the only problem is, angel's identity is hidden.
writing a song proves pretty difficult but they make it work.
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yall are not ready for the shit i have planned lemme tell you...also don't hate billie for this chapter lmao any predictions??
"baby let him sleep"
"but i wanna watch him" she whispers back in a whine, looking over his crib.
"billie come on" she huffs and steps away from the crib, taking the monitor before following me out.
gabe and Lisa spent two months in the hospital to make sure he was getting big and strong enough to breathe without oxygen and fight off any infection, especially because he was small and tiny.
he was my little fighter and recovered quickly and this is his second night home.
Lisa is currently in the bath so we told her that we'd put gabe to bed and feed him.
he's bottle fed so thankfully I can help out more, and let Lisa rest while her body recovers from the traumatic birth.
she's been so amazing through it all and I'm so proud of her.
"are you hungry?" billie asks me when I we get to the kitchen so I can sterilise his bottles.
luckily I'm a fast learner so I'm getting used to doing all of this even though this is his second night home.
"no, you can make yourself something though"
"you sure?"
"yes, want me to make you something instead?"
"yes please, I'm gonna shower okay?"
"go ahead, what do you want"
"surprise me"
I decide to make her a grilled tofu salad because she's not eating enough vegetables and I know she's gonna moan but I gotta look after my girl.
while I'm cooking I decide to add an instagram sticker onto my story because I haven't been on social media in a while.
instantly the questions flood in.
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WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN vacation 😁
WE MISS YOU I'm right here
I'm curious, don't you get homesick? depends what you class as home. I miss my dad but I don't miss my childhood house. to me, my home is a person and i don't miss them, especially if i'm with them a lot.
I saw you yesterday but was too scared to say hi PLEASE come and say hi to me, I promise I'm nice in person and i love meeting you guys.
WHERE'S BILLIE?
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