b.e. short stories <3

the perfect pillow

I step into Billie and I's shared apartment, the unusual quietness putting me off.

It was rare that silence filled the apartment. If it wasn't our 3-month-old son screaming, it was Billie playing music.

And if it weren't any of the above, I'm sure you can figure out what other sounds were filling the air.

"Billie?" I call out, closing the apartment door behind me.

There was no response.

I head towards the kitchen, poking my head into our bedroom on the way. She wasn't there.

I nearly call out again, but not before I find her asleep on the couch, our son doing the same on her chest.

I smile at the sight, I even thought I could feel my heart melting inside my chest.

I take a few photos before interrupting Billie's sleep.

I lean down, brushing some hair from her forehead before leaving a kiss.

Her eyes flutter open and she sleepily smiles at me.

"Hey, my lovely." She rasps.

"Hey," I smile, leaning to leave another kiss on her lips.

"He looks comfortable," I laugh, acknowledging the child very much burying his head into Billie's tits.

"Yeah, can't blame him. Guess they make the perfect pillow, huh?"

I take a seat beside the lounge, next to Billie.

"You know he won't sleep tonight now?" I ask, thinking of the long night ahead of us.

"Trust me, I know. It was supposed to just be a ten minute nap and then I fell asleep as well," She sighs.

"It's okay," I peck her lips again, "We should head to our bedroom so we can both get some sort of sleep before the chaos."

We do just that, the baby in Billie's arms beginning to stir awake.

Thankfully, she's quick to act on it.

"Shh, it's okay bubba, go back to sleep," She leaves a kiss on the top of his head, placing him in his bassinet.

In the meantime, I'm laying in our bed, watching the intimate moment between my wife and son.

I can't help but think of how lucky I got.

I pull up the covers for Billie to slide in.

"I love you," I tell her, repositioning myself to lay on her chest.

"I love you too, mama."

I laugh to myself.

"What?" Billie asks.

"Your tits really are the perfect pillows!"