Middle Fingers Up // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑾𝑶

HAWKINS, INDIANA. SIX MONTHS LATER.

Working at Billy's bar with him had been a lot easier than you could have imagined. When he first suggested you help him run the place, you weren't sure since couples that worked together usually didn't end up doing so well but it had honestly been good for you.

Making up for lost time, you figure. Theo's nanny was a sweet girl who came by when the two of you had to work and he just adored her, so everything had worked out perfectly. 

Until...

Nothing. Until nothing. Everything was just...perfect. Living together was bliss, despite how tiring the workload was but it helped that you didn't have to worry about rent, leaving you with enough to enjoy your life with your little family.

Your parents had another dog called Wilfred since Jess was back at college and the beginning of summer was looming above you. Theo would be off to kindergarten after he turned five, which was coming alarmingly quickly. He was growing up way too fast for your liking. 

Right now, he was sound asleep down the hall in his room while you and Billy were going through your nighttime routine. Well, while you did. Billy usually just peeled out of his clothes, brushed his teeth and sunk into the sheets. 

When you're finally ready, he's practically rolling off the bed to get you closer to him, desperate for you to be in his arms after a long and tiring day. You acquiesce of course, curling into his grip as he lays kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You yawn softly, rolling onto your back as he slips his arm from under you so he can trail kisses down your neck. 

An appreciative grumble sounds in your throat as you lean your head to the side to give those lips better access, fingertips running through his locks. 

Needless to say, you both had been just as insatiable with one another, your rekindled relationship blossoming more and more over the months you'd been living together. His fingers trail lightly over your thigh, agonisingly slowly and you breathe out at the shiver his touch sends through you.

You squirm beneath him, trying not to giggle as he grazed over the ticklish skin of your waist. His lips travel further down, over your collarbone as those fingers hitch up your shirt. "I guess I'm not tired enough... yet." You comment, confirming his silent request of desire. 

His form shifts as he slips on top of you, sporting his boxers alone as he supports himself on his elbows to give him enough room to continue his trailing lips. Teeth nip lightly at your delicate flesh, drawing another sound from your throat at the delectable sensation it shoots to your core.

Billy's other hand joins in on hitching your shirt up, though he doesn't kiss you further. Just rests his chin on your stomach so he could gaze up at you with those baby blues. "We should have another baby." He states, causing you to whip your head up to look down at him with furrowed brows. "Hear me out," he begins at your expression, chuckling quietly into the dimly lit room.

"You can't just drop that on me." You snort, dropping your head back as you wait for his explanation, though your eyes don't leave his at all. 

"Well, I think you're a great mom, but I feel like I missed out a bit, you know?" His lips press against your stomach, a salacious smirk settling on his expression - one he knew you were a sucker for. "I bet you were real sexy when pregnant. And these?" He enunciates his words by sneaking his hands beneath your shirt to smush your breasts together, drawing a laugh from your lips. "I bet these suckers got huge." 

"You're gross." You snort, though were already draping your legs around his back as he continued to kiss your abdomen. "I was a waddling mess, crying at everything and shouting at everything I wasn't crying at."

"Mhm. That's hot." He nips at your flesh once more, making you flinch and squirm, though the amusement was clear on your expression. You honestly couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, but something in the way he eyed you was telling you he wasn't kidding. 

"You can't just suggest another baby because you want to hit it raw." You tease, still attempting to ascertain his real intentions. 

"I mean it. Let's have another. We have the room, and you can't tell me Theo wouldn't love it." His head dips lower now, tongue trailing along the line of skin above your underwear before his lips follow the same trail. Your core was throbbing, body heating quickly from his actions and surprisingly his words as well. To know he wanted you in that way, and loved being a dad so much he wanted to do it again, was certainly attractive to you. 

Your fingertips glide over his cheek, guiding his face up so he was looking at you properly. You take his face in your hands, thumb tracing over the heights of his cheeks as his flushed features split into a grin. He already knew he'd won, you just hadn't admitted it yet.

"I have a condition."

"Yes, ma'am."

Oh, poor boy. He'd agreed to it far too quickly, obviously forgetting who he was talking to. He'd revealed he wanted something and you were about to take liberties with that. Still, he was forgetting that it was a great idea for him but you were the one who would actually have to carry this kid and then push it out of yourself nine months later. If you had to suffer? He would too.

"You can't be a prissy little bitch if I get hormonal with you. You haven't seen me pregnant. I'm a mean motherfucker, baby." You snort,  but it doesn't seem to sway him so you go further. "And you have to go out and get me whatever I'm craving, at whatever time of night, without complaint."

Still no change in the grin on his lips - if anything, it was growing. Unacceptable. "You're doing night feeds once it's here, at least five times a week." He nods, pressing a chaste kiss to your stomach. "And...--" Something big for the finale, since you couldn't think of anything else. "You have to go South for at least ten minutes while I'm in labor. I'm talking front seat , eyes wide open while it's on its way out so you know what kind of shit I'm going through for this."

His face finally scrunches up in response and you know you've grossed him out. Hell, you grossed yourself out with that one, but you had to know how committed he was to the notion of having another baby. 

Looking from your abdomen and then up to you while deep in thought, his features eventually relax back into his grin as his fingertips dive into the hem of your underwear. He sits back on his knees as that grin shifts into a lascivious smirk, your underwear shortly being removed from you before he drops down to hover above you once more, teeth gnawing at your lower lip.

"Deal."