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I tucked the kids in bed and went downstairs, but Billie wasn't there. I found her in the kitchen, sitting at the island, staring out the window. The moon cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the tears that trickled down her cheeks. "Hey," I said, gently. "You okay?"

She turned to me, her eyes red and puffy. "I can't stop thinking about him," she whispered. "About how much he loved me, about how he's never going to see Rose grow up. It's just. . . it's so unfair."

My heart ached for her as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "I know, baby. I know." I let her cry on my shoulder, feeling powerless to take away her pain.

"I'm putting you through more than one ever should. I'm sorry Henry. I understand if you'd want to break up with me over this." She looked down, avoiding my gaze.

"Billie, you're not putting me through anything. This is something we're going through together, and we'll get through it together. I love you, and I love Rose. Nothing will ever change that." I brushed her hair back from her face, cupping her cheek in my hand. "We'll get through this, I promise."

She sniffled and I chuckled as some of her snot landed on my shirt. "You're always so good to me, Henry," she said, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "Even when I'm at my worst."

"I'd say you're a lunatic," I joked, wiping her nose with my shirt, "but that would only make you more adorable." She smiled weakly and I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair. "I love you, Billie. You know that, right?"

She nodded against my chest, her grip on me tightening. "I know, and I love you too. You're my rock, Henry. You always have been." Her voice was barely audible, but it meant the world to me. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I squeezed her ass gently and kissed the top of her head, breathing in her familiar scent. "You don't have to worry about that, okay? You'll never be alone. I'll always be here for you, no matter what." I let my hand slip down to her hip, giving it a squeeze before pulling away. "And I think it's time we head to bed. We've got a big day tomorrow."

I carried her to our bedroom and I got in bed as she wanted to change. I'm such a creep I know, but looking at her strip made me hard and I didn't want to be rude. When she got back in bed, she curled into my side, her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close, enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine.

"I know you were staring idiot." Billie said, tracing a finger along my chest. "It's alright, I'm used to it." She leaned in and kissed my collarbone, making my heart skip a beat. "You're so good to me, baby. I'm so lucky to have you."

I groaned as she held my dick through my pajama pants. "You're not lucky, you're just teasing." I teased back, trying to focus on my breathing as she expertly stroked me. "And don't forget who's going to be the one making you feel good later tonight."

She smiled up at me, her eyes bright with mischief. "Oh, I don't know," she purred. "I think I'll make you feel good right now." And with that, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth.

I let out a shuddering groan, my hands finding their way into her hair as she expertly sucked and licked me. She was so good at this, so skilled. I felt myself getting closer and closer, my hips starting to move involuntarily. "Oh fuck, Billie," I gasped, my hands digging into her shoulders. "I'm going to-"

But before I could finish my sentence, she pulled away and straddled me, her lips finding my ear. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. She lowered herself down slowly, her wet center pressing against my hard length. I arched up into her, feeling her tighten around me as she began to move.