delicate | b.e.

twenty seven.

FALLON
2 months later...

I had my first official job interview yesterday and I'm currently waiting to hear back if I got the job or not.

Billie has been so supportive and helpful through this journey of getting back to a normal life. I haven't felt normal since I was little.

I've always felt like the weird kid who can't be around anyone because they're too scared to let anyone get hurt.

I'm so happy I left the mafia. Leaving that life behind was the best choice I ever made.

I'm finally free.

The front door opens and Billie walks in with a bagful of things. "Hi, baby. What'd you get?" I ask as I chuckle.

"Stuff for the new house." She shrugs.

Oh, we also are selling our house and moving into a brand new place. We aren't staying at Billie's house, that way the both of us can have a fresh start.

We're starting brand new.

I can't wait.

We move out and into our new place in a little over a week.

"Baby, you didn't need to get all that." I laugh. "I wanted to. It's my money, bitch." She winks.

"Call me a bitch again and see what happens." I wake. "What'll you do about it?" Billie smirks.

"Let's just say your ass will be sore for quite a while." I smile.

"Oh."

"Now come give me a kiss and I'll forgive you." I roll my eyes.

Billie laughs and walks over to me. She pecks my lips and gives me a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, darling." I grin. "How was your little shopping spree?" I ask, laughing a little. "It was good." She answers. "I'm glad." I cup her face in my hand and kiss her once more.

"I love you." She smiles softly. "I love you too, baby." I reply. Billie shifts onto my lap and lays her head on my shoulder. She hugs me tightly and I rub her back gently. "You okay, my love?"

"Mhm. I just want you to hold me." She hums. "Okay, baby." I nod my head and continue holding her in my arms.

Once she's done getting her hugs, I kiss her head and she gets off my lap. Billie lays her head on my thigh as my legs are crossed on the couch and she wraps an arm around my waist.

"What do you want for dinner, darling?" I ask Billie. "Whatever you wanna make, I don't care." She shrugs. "You know all I make is pasta." I roll my eyes. "Which I'm fine with. Pasta is fucking delicious." Billie replies.

"Pasta it is then." I chuckle. "I'll get to making if."

"Can I come?" She asks. "Of course, baby." I nod my head.

I hold out my hand for her and she grabs it. I lead her to the kitchen and start cooking. Billie wraps her arms around my waist from behind and holds onto me tightly. I sway side to side slowly with her holding me and she rests her chin on my shoulder.