𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

Going Down

I groan, rolling over in bed. My uterus is telling me I'm close, and I've been laying down up here in the dark all afternoon. The boys are downstairs, and Ash has left. Tom and her decided to try it out though, how cute? Suddenly, I feel a slight spill in my panties. My heart drops, I jump up. Regretting it, my vision goes fuzzy for a moment before I can see again, stumbling to the bathroom.

I pull down my panties, exhaling in disappointment. I reach under the sink, realizing I only have a few products left. I groan, grabbing one and holding it up as I slip off my underwear and keep it there before I take the sticker off. Waddling in the hallway to my room and grabbing new underwear. Struggling to one-handedly pull it up and place it down. Tearing off the sticker and sticking it to my panties.

Taking the trash of the product back to the bathroom and grabbing my pajama pants. Pulling them up. I go back to the bedroom after washing my underwear and hands, going to the closet. I pull out one of Bill's hoodies, pulling it over my head and grabbing some socks. Pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. I grab my credit card just before I leave the room and stuff it in my pocket.

I walk downstairs, noticing the boys laying down. Watching a movie. Out of the blue, Tom pops up, squinting at me. "Where are you going?" He asks. I scoff, glaring at him. He busts up laughing, shaking his head. Bill doesn't get up yet, he must be tired.

"I'm going to the store." I say shortly, grabbing the keys. Bill jumps up, turning around. His little hands over the couch, his head resting on them. "Can I go?" He asks, waiting patiently for an answer as he looks up at me. His eyes puppy-like. Tom snickers. "You're like her shadow." He comments.

I laugh, walking to Bill. Petting his head, he nuzzles right into me like a cat. "It's alright, he's been doing it since day one. Of course you can go, Bill." He perks up, celebrating. Throwing his blanket back down on the couch as he rushes around the house for his shoes.

I wait for him patiently, watching him scramble. Finally, he finds his shoes. Running to me as we go through the garage. Tom is not paying attention anymore when we leave. Bill latches onto me, coming closer behind me. "Is that my hoodie?" He smirks, licking his lips. I nod, leery of his reaction. "You can keep it." He adds, hopping in the passenger seat.

I grin to myself, getting in after Bill. Starting the car, I drive us to the store. My cramps kick in mid-drive, it was so hard to keep a poker face in front of Bill. I usually keep this stuff a secret when it comes around. Getting my things and moving on in life.

When we get there, I get out and Bill inmediately rushes to my side. Protectively. All throughout our walk to the girl's isle, Bill is following me like a guard dog. Latched pinkies and a towering boy with a dark look, nobody will mess with me this evening.

I lead us to the isle I need, grabbing the couple boxes I need. Grabbing some medicine in the next isle down as well. Bill keeps a close eye out for us, staying almost on top of me as we walk. He's like a giant compared to me, but I don't mind. I'm up to his chest, my waist to his thighs. He really is this tall. He looks scary, dark makeup and chains. Lots of suggestive clothing, black hair and low eyes that pierce through you.

But he's really just a sweetheart. That's what I love about Bill, he has a gentle soul. "Are you almost done?" Bill asks, grabbing my whole hand to hold. Intertwining our fingers, he swings it happily as we walk. "Yeah, why?" Bill smirks at me as we get into the line for checkout, waiting.

"What do you want to eat, Bill?" He giggles, biting his lip anxiously. Staring down at me with those eyes that make me knees give out underneath me. "Can we get Mc. Donalds?" He asks timidly, grinning at me. I roll my eyes, laughing as we move up. "Bill really? It's almost 8 at night!"