Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

Mama music video

Amelia 2yo

Billie Eilish woke up to the soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through her bedroom curtains. The clock on her nightstand read 6:30 AM, and she had an early start ahead of her. Today was the day she would be filming a new music video, something she was both excited and anxious about. She stretched, yawned, and mentally prepared herself for the day's work. After a quick shower, Billie dressed in comfortable yet stylish clothes, ready to face the busy schedule.

As she was about to head downstairs for a quick breakfast, she heard a familiar sound: the unmistakable cry of her two-year-old daughter, Amelia, coming from the nursery. The cry tugged at her heart, and she immediately made her way to the room next door.

Pushing open the nursery door, Billie saw Amelia standing in her crib, her tiny hands reaching out desperately. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, and her dark curls were a wild halo around her face.

"Hey, my little star," Billie cooed softly, walking over to the crib. She picked up Amelia, who immediately buried her face in her mother's neck, her sobs quieting down to soft whimpers.

"Mama..." Amelia mumbled, her small voice trembling.

Billie gently rocked her daughter, patting her back. "It's okay, sweetheart. Mama's here." She took Amelia's pacifier from the nearby dresser and placed it in her mouth, then grabbed her favorite stuffed bunny, Mr. Floppy, and handed it to her. The combination of familiar comforts worked wonders, and Amelia's cries ceased completely.

Carrying Amelia downstairs, Billie hummed a soothing tune. In the kitchen, she settled into a cozy armchair and positioned Amelia comfortably in her lap. Amelia snuggled close, her tiny fingers clutching Billie's shirt.

Amelia looked up at her mother with wide eyes and said, "Boobies, Mama."

Billie smiled, a mix of amusement and tenderness in her eyes. "Alright, baby girl." She adjusted her shirt and began to nurse Amelia, feeling the familiar bond of closeness that came with this time. Amelia's eyes fluttered shut as she nursed, her body relaxing completely against Billie's.

For the next thirty minutes, Billie sat quietly, her thoughts drifting. She cherished these moments, the simple yet profound connection she shared with her daughter. As Amelia finished nursing, Billie gently lifted her and patted her back until she let out a tiny burp.

"Good job, Amelia," Billie praised, kissing her daughter's forehead. "Now let's get you ready for the day."

They headed back upstairs to the nursery. Billie laid Amelia down on the changing table and started to change her diaper. Amelia babbled contentedly, her eyes following her mother's every movement.

"Mama, Mr. Floppy too!" Amelia exclaimed, holding up her stuffed bunny.

"Of course, Mr. Floppy is coming with us," Billie assured her, smiling. "We can't leave him behind, can we?"

"No, no," Amelia agreed, shaking her head vigorously.

After changing Amelia's diaper, Billie picked out a cute outfit: a little yellow dress with matching bloomers and a tiny pair of white socks. She dressed Amelia, who giggled and squirmed, clearly enjoying the attention.

"There we go," Billie said, admiring her work. "All ready for the day. You look so pretty, Amelia."

"Pretty!" Amelia echoed, clapping her hands. "Mama pretty too!"

Billie laughed softly, her heart swelling with love. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now, how about some breakfast?"

They went back downstairs, where Billie prepared a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit. She set Amelia in her high chair and placed a small plate in front of her. Amelia eagerly picked up pieces of fruit with her tiny fingers, munching happily.