Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

Attached to her pacifier

Amelia is 9 yo

Chapter 1: The Pacifier Conundrum

Part 1

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the cozy bedroom where Billie Eilish watched her daughter, Amelia, with a mix of adoration and concern. At nine years old, Amelia was a bundle of contradictions—a child wise beyond her years yet still clinging to the comfort of her pacifier like a lifeline.

Billie sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face as she gently tried to coax the pacifier from her grasp. But Amelia held on tight, her eyes wide with determination.

"Sweetheart, you know you're getting a bit old for the pacifier," Billie said softly, her voice laced with affection. "Maybe it's time to try going without it for a little while."

Amelia shook her head vehemently, her grip on the pacifier only tightening. "But I need it, Mom," she protested, her voice muffled by the plastic nipple in her mouth. "It helps me feel safe."

Billie's heart twisted with empathy. She remembered all too well the comfort she had found in her own childhood security blankets—the melodies she had woven from threads of music and lyrics. But she also knew that there came a time when one had to let go of those crutches and stand tall on their own two feet.

"Amelia, I understand," Billie said gently, kneeling down beside her daughter's bed. "But sometimes, holding onto something too tightly can hold us back from new experiences and adventures. You're growing up, and I know you're brave enough to face the world without your pacifier."

Amelia chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. Billie reached out, taking her daughter's hand in her own and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You don't have to give it up all at once," she said, her voice soft but firm. "But maybe we could try going without it for just a few hours today. See how you feel."

Amelia hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. With a deep breath, she reluctantly handed the pacifier to her mother, her fingers lingering on the smooth surface for a moment longer than necessary.

Billie tucked the pacifier into her pocket, her heart swelling with pride at her daughter's bravery. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that Amelia was capable of facing any challenge that came her way. Together, they would navigate this new chapter in Amelia's life—one step, and one pacifier-free moment, at a time.

(Part 2)

As the minutes stretched on, the absence of the pacifier seemed to weigh heavier and heavier on Amelia's small frame. What had started as a quiet protest soon escalated into a full-blown tantrum, with tears streaming down her cheeks and her cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

Billie's heart ached at the sight of her daughter's distress, but she remained steadfast in her resolve. She knew that giving in now would only reinforce Amelia's dependence on the pacifier, and she was determined to help her daughter break free from its hold.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's okay," Billie murmured, wrapping her arms around Amelia and pulling her close. But Amelia's sobs only grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.

"I want it back! I need it!" she wailed, her voice raw with desperation. "Please, Mom, I can't do this without it!"

Billie's own eyes filled with tears as she held her daughter tight, whispering words of comfort and reassurance into her ear. She hated seeing Amelia in pain, but she knew that sometimes, the path to growth and independence was paved with discomfort and tears.