Je T'aime | Billie Eilish

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Night routine!
Request by billiesbabe666 <3

Lilou Roux

"I know, baby. That made you very sad, huh?" I said softly, helping Billie up onto the bathroom counter. She nodded, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her jumper. Normally, I'd tell her to use a tissue because it's unsanitary, but tonight I didn't want to push my luck. Besides, she was about to take it off anyway, and I'd be washing it soon enough.

"What's time, mama?" Billie asked, her small fingers tangling into my hair.

"It's about nine-thirty. You're getting sleepy, aren't you?" I cooed gently, rubbing my index finger under her chin. She pushed me away wearily.

"Do you still want a bath?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

She nodded with a little whine. "Do thisss," she said, pointing to the makeup and hair she'd asked me to help her clean off earlier.

"I was just getting to that, don't worry," I reassured her, walking over to turn on the bath. "I just want to let it fill up while we do this, so it's ready for later, okay?"

I returned to her, grabbing a makeup wipe. "Close your eyes, amour," I instructed softly. She did, and I gently pressed the wipe to her skin, rubbing in small circles around her cheeks and eyes. Billie's legs swayed back and forth, slowly relaxing into my touch.

I pulled the wipe away and cleaned up a few missed spots before discarding it beside her. Billie pushed her fists into her eyes, rubbing them tiredly. I stopped her gently, reminding her that it's not good for her eyes.

I reached up to her space buns, carefully grabbing one of the hair ties with one hand while the other pressed down on her scalp to make it less harsh. I did the same on the other side. Her hair was so full of texture spray it mostly stayed in place, drooping only a little.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her.

"Can you hand mama the hairbrush?" I asked, holding out my hand. She pulled it from behind her and placed it in my palm.

"Thank you, ma belle," I praised, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. I helped her down off the counter and turned her around.

I tried to be gentle, but her hair was so knotty. "I'm really sorry, my love. Almost done, I promise. You're doing such a good job," I kept repeating as she whimpered, trying to pull away.

It took about five to ten minutes, and we were both relieved when it was finally done. I hated seeing Billie in pain, and obviously, she hated it too.

"All done, mon ange. And look! The bath is ready too—you can get in right away!" I exaggerated, trying to lift her mood, but with her being so tired, I wasn't sure she'd be thrilled about anything right now.

I helped her pull her hoodie off, but she mostly did the rest herself. "Do you want me to wait outside so you can do it by yourself?" I asked as she stood by the tub in her bra and underwear. She shook her head.

"Don' care. Stay here," she said, not really minding either way.

Although she said she didn't care, I still felt weird looking at her undressing. Once she was sitting in the water, I turned my gaze back to her, only catching the occasional flash of her chest.

"Do you want to wear a onesie tonight?" I asked, trying to break the silence that was starting to eat at me. Billie hummed in response. "Which one?" I pressed.

"Unicorn," she nodded, satisfied with her choice.

"Good choice. I'll go get it," I said with a smile, walking back to my room. I fished out the onesie from the closet, along with a tank top (in place of a bra) and a fresh pair of underwear.

"Mommmyyyyy!" Billie's voice echoed down the hall.

I quickly walked back to the bathroom, the bundle of clothes in my hands. "What is it?" I asked, hurrying in.

"Want out," she said with a frown.

"Why? You've only been in there five minutes," I questioned, raising an eyebrow. She shrugged, repeating her request.

I put her clothes down and grabbed her a towel. "Here you go," I said with a smile, wrapping it around her once she stepped out and onto the fluffy bath mat. "Did you brush your teeth earlier?" I asked, earning an exaggerated nod from her.

"Okay, dry off so we can get you in some clothes and go cuddle," I said, knowing she'd be much happier once we were both settled.

Billie grinned sleepily and dried off quickly, putting on her pajamas in record time. Funny what people can do when they're motivated. She handed me her towel before darting down the corridor to my room, leaving me to clean up the bathroom and hang up her towel and the mat.

That girl is damn lucky I love her.

Once I finished, I followed her down the hallway to find Billie already sprawled out on the bed, lying on her tummy like a starfish.

"What's going on in here?" I asked, making her giggle.

She rolled over and sat up, throwing her arms out to me. I sat down beside her, leaning my back against the headboard. "C'mere."

She crawled over and curled up beside me, throwing one of her legs over mine.

"Mm, love you, mama," she murmured sleepily, her small voice filled with affection.