How Silent Love Can Be

Chapter 11: Flower Crowns

Dipper's POV:

I woke up from another wonderful night with Bill. It's so great to just talk and cuddle with him about anything and everything in a new, beautiful setting every night of his creation. It was also amazing to wake up again to his beautiful face. I get to see him 24/7, day and night, and I wouldn't change it for anything. We may have gone a little fast, I mean I went from hate to love in ten minutes, but I've never been happier with where I'm at. 

I turn around to face demonium meum only to find him staring at me. I smile at him "Morning Amica Mea." I say to him, voice still groggy from sleep. "Morning Amica Mea, you ready for the day?" He asks me. I shake my head and whine while making grabby hands at him, "You dress me." He chuckles at my request, but does as told. I only wear boxers to bed, so it was easier.

"Arms up." he commanded, and I followed instructions. He pulled a dark blue sweater that falls of one shoulder on me. "Hover." he told me again, and I did. He put some black leggings on me, it was comfortable and I liked it. I hovered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and I must say I loved what I saw. The close were feminine, and I strangely liked it. Bill came in and wrapped his arm around my waist saying, "Ecce pulchra es Amica Mea."  I blushed at his Latin compliment and replied, "Gratias ago tibi Ubera Mea ."

I still didn't want Ford to know I had magic yet, so I wrapped my arms around Bill's neck and said "Carry me." He chuckled again but obliged. He put his arms under my thighs and the small of my back and started hover walking down the stairs. We went to the kitchen and he set me down on a chair. He started making pancakes with strawberries for me, and regular pancakes for everyone else. Slowly, everyone started coming into the kitchen for breakfast, even Ford. 

I thought I felt eyes on me and looked up to see everyone staring at me. "So Dipper, I like your outfit." Mabel said a little awkwardly. I blushed again and mumbled just loud enough to be heard, "Bill dressed me today." Bill got a little riled up because he thought they were judging and yelled at them, "Silentium, he looks great!" He had this look that said if anyone disagreed, then could talk to him about it. Mabel just smiled and said, "I think he does too Bill, I like this new look Dippin' Dots!" I bushed again and mumbled a small thanks. 

Bill finished making the pancakes and set them down in front of everyone. He came up to my seat, lifted me up, and set me down on his lap. I snuggled into his chest, feeling very hazy like I was in a daze or drowsy. I felt him smile and he started to cut my food. He put a strawberry on my fork and lifted it to my mouth, I opened my mouth and he stuck the strawberry in it. I pulled the strawberry off the fork and started to chew. We continued this until I ate it all, sharing some with Bill. I nuzzled into him again, feeling unusually clingy today. We all moved into the living room, Bill carrying me again.

We all sat in our seats, like there was a silent agreement that there was assigned seats. Bill sat in the couch corner, me snuggled into him again but facing out to see everyone. We sat in silence except for the sound of Mabel taking pictures of us being all cupley. I smiled sleepily at her and she giggled. I don't know why I'm acting like this today, this is really weird. "Bill, I feel weird today." I said just loud enough for him to hear me. "I think I know what's happening baby, it's because we spend every night in the Dreamscape together. You need to have normal sleep every few days." He said quietly, so as to not worry anyone. 

Ford was getting agitated at the silence and it was showing. "Ford, what's bothering you?" I asked sleepily. "I think a better question is, what's wrong with you Dipper?" I took a moment to answer, "Just a lil' sleepy Ford, I'll wake up soon." He nodded then said, "Bill, I've been thinking about you told me yesterday." Bill seemed to get a little nervous, because he started to squirm a little. "W-What about it?" He asked, not noticing the stutter or the hopefulness in his voice. "I think you were not lying, no one actually knows how the universe was created so your version plausible." I think whatever they talked about, Fords answer relieved Bill greatly.