Yellow Dress//Bill Denbrough

T w e n t y - T w o

I appreciate my one consistent reader and supporter even though my writing totally blows compared to theirs :)
Also this is a little spicy 🌶 you have been warned
some rights i suppose

"Aw, your old sketchbook!" Carn fawns over the beaten up pages from Bill's elementary school days. She flips through the juvenile drawings of animals and baby Georgie.

"P-pitch it."

"No way, we're keeping it," she places it in the cardboard box labeled 'memories.' Taking a break from packing up Bill's room, she leans over and gave Claire's little stomach a gentle tickle, causing her to make an endearing noise.

"You're so f-f-funny," Bill chuckles, stroking her subtle wisps of hair.

Now three months old, Claire is growing very well. She loves laying on her blanket (which belonged to Bill as an infant) on the floor. And she honestly is such a sweet angel. While the two spend their nights and weekends of May packing for college, Claire graces (and distracts) them with her company. Of course, their friends always offer to babysit so they actually can get a decent amount of packing done, but they utterly refuse to not be around their baby for too long.

Getting closer to finishing Bill's room, which has the most items that they'd be taking with them, Carn and Bill feel rather accomplished that day. But as Carn reaches for To Kill a Mockingbird on his bookshelf, Claire starts crying bloody murder.

"If she needs changing, it's your turn, Denbrough," she sighs, letting him check her diaper.

"N-no, sorry," he shrugs, handing the baby over. Carn smiled, pulling down her overalls and bralette. She absolutely despises changing duty, but feeding Claire is one of her favorite things.

"Hi there, beautiul!" she beams at the tiny girl as she latches on. "Good girl, Claire. I'm so proud of you!"

Bill glances up from the drawer he was rummaging through, mesmerized by his girlfriend and daughter. He's just so in love with Carnation and her tender disposition towards their child. She was... she was made to be a mother. He wishes he had better words to describe her, yet those simplistic ones are more than perfect.

The first time she ever breastfed, Bill couldn't help but tear up a bit. He had never witnessed anything so natural and gorgeous. Even now it continues to amaze him.

When Claire finally finishes eating, she dozes off in her mother's arms. Carn rocks her a bit before laying her in her bassinet.

"C-Carn," Bill whispers. "Can we tuh-talk?"

She nods in response, picking the baby monitor and tiptoeing out of the room behind him. He takes them into his parents room, which is far away from his, so they don't dare risk waking Claire.

"What's up?" she plops down on the bed, tucking blonde strands behind her ear.

He sinks next to her. "I j-j-just wuh-wanted to s-s-say that it's n-n-not too luh-late."

Carn frowns. "...Late for what?"

"T-to sw-switch plans. We could stuh-stuh-stay in P-Portland. I-I-I know we're dr-dreading leaving ev-everyone."

"You do realize that everyone's leaving Maine except for Mike, right?"

"T-true, b-b-but we could go to In-In-Indiana because you got i-into N-Notre Dame, and I can hold o-off college u-until I f-f-finish my buh-book."

"And miss out on your dream? Not happening."

"B-but your dr-dream..."

"This is my dream, Bill. Living with you and our daughter? That's bliss. And Fordham is an amazing school, too. Besides, we already paid our first deposits and applied for student loans, so it's a little late to back out of New York now."

"I sup-suppose."

"I know you don't want change. Believe me, neither do I. In fact, I'm terrified," she admit "I'm majoring in social work and I haven't a damn clue where that's going to take me and I don't know how we're going to be financially stable even though our apartment is relatively cheap and both of our schools are ridiculously expensive even with our financial aid and-"

Bill pulls her close, stroking her hair.

"Ev-everything's going to be o-okay. I l-l-love you."

"I love you too," she breathes in his wonderful scent. Bill starts to shower Carnation's face and hair with kisses, and she returns the favor. Next, their lips are softly touching over and over and over, until it begins to get a bit more intense. In between sounds of pecks were Carn's passionate sighs and Bill's slightly louder noises. She quivers as he slides his hand across her collarbone and to one of her overall straps, unclipping it before doing the same to the other. The overalls are suddenly on the  other side of the room. Bill rips off his t-shirt and jeans, and they're both in their underwear.

"Are y-y-you ready t-to do it ag-ag-again?" Bill asks, cupping her face. She places her cold hands on top of his warm ones, nodding eagerly. On her face is that shy smile that he loves so damn much.

Then and there, Carnation and Bill make love on his parents' bed.