Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

The Bond We Share

Amelia is 15yo

Title: The Bond We Share

Billie Eilish stood in the living room, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. She glanced at her girlfriend, Sarah, who stood beside her, a warm smile on her face. Billie took a deep breath, knowing it was time to introduce Sarah to her 15-year-old daughter, Amelia.

"Amelia, sweetheart," Billie began gently, "Mommy wants you to meet someone very special."

Amelia looked up from her spot on the couch, her eyes wide with curiosity. She clutched her stuffed bunny tightly to her chest, a habit she'd had since she was a little girl. "Who is it, Mommy?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Billie gestured toward Sarah, a nervous flutter in her stomach. "This is Sarah. She's Mommy's girlfriend."

Sarah smiled warmly at Amelia, trying to convey a sense of kindness and acceptance. "Hi, Amelia. It's so nice to finally meet you."

But before anyone could say another word, Amelia's expression changed. Without a word, she bolted from the room, leaving her stuffed bunny and pacifier behind on the couch.

Billie's heart sank as she watched her daughter retreat to her room. "Excuse me for a moment," she said to Sarah, her voice filled with concern. "Amelia doesn't usually leave her special items like that. I'll be right back."

Hurrying after her daughter, Billie found Amelia sitting on her bed, her face buried in her hands. She sat down beside her, wrapping her arms around her gently.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Billie asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Amelia's face.

Amelia sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to leave me like the last one did," she admitted, her words muffled by her hands.

Billie's heart broke at the pain in her daughter's voice. She knew she had to tread carefully, as Amelia was still healing from the wounds of her past.

"Amelia, listen to me," Billie said, gently tilting her daughter's chin up so she could look into her eyes. "I would never, ever leave you. You mean the world to me, and nothing could ever change that."

Amelia blinked back tears, searching her mommy's eyes for reassurance. "But what if Sarah doesn't like me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

Billie pulled Amelia into a tight hug, holding her close. "Oh, honey, Sarah likes you very much. And I promise, she's nothing like the last one. She cares about you just as much as I do," she assured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Amelia sniffled, her tears starting to subside. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Really," Billie confirmed, giving her daughter a reassuring squeeze. "Now, how about we go back out there and give Sarah another chance, hmm?"

Amelia nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With Billie's hand in hers, she felt a newfound sense of courage as they returned to the living room together.

As they rejoined Sarah, Billie could see the genuine warmth in her girlfriend's eyes as she looked at Amelia.

As they returned to the living room, Amelia made a beeline for the couch, snatching up her stuffed bunny and settling in with her pacifier. Billie followed closely behind, shooting Sarah an apologetic glance before joining her daughter on the couch.

"Sorry about that," Billie said softly to Sarah as she sat down beside Amelia. "She's still adjusting, but she'll come around."

Sarah nodded understandingly, a warm smile on her face. "It's okay, Billie. I'm just glad she's giving me a chance."