Bill Skarsgård Imagines { Ongoing }

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

summary: in which; Bill comes home after a long time away, only to meet your new baby.

trigger warnings:

word count: 833.

includes: dad!bill.

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ALARM clocks.

Who needs them when you have a newborn screaming to be fed, on your side of the bed. She woke without a problem, picking up the infant with a smile knowing that Bill was coming home today—finally able to meet his daughter for the first time.

Bill has been traveling for the past two months and wasn't able to make it home for the birth of their first child, but it really didn't bother either of them because they knew they'd have plenty more, and how would they support the baby without his acting? "Daddy's coming home today." She spoke quietly to Emily, laying her down on the changing mat and giving her a fresh nappy and holding her against her chest.

She exposed her right breast and the baby immediately attached, her arms supporting the little girl as she walked downstairs, slipping her bare feet into her slippers that rested at the bottom of the stairs. Being back in Stockholm while Bill was traveling the US, she had plenty of time to learn the personality of their newborn, learning the different cries for different reasons.

She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, Emily asleep in her bassinet after having a full tummy when she heard the lock jiggle and the door creak open. Her heart started racing at the thought of seeing him for the first time in two months, with their two week old daughter. Bill was nervous, too. The last he'd seen her, she was pregnant, 'bout ready to pop.

        "Honey, I'm home." He spoke as he entered the kitchen, the table decorated with bacon, biscuits, and some scrambled eggs, her eyes tearing up as soon as he entered her line of vision. His cheeks grew some scruff, and her heart raced as he stepped closer to her. "Hi, beautiful." He gave her a smile, both engulfing each other after a moment of staring at each other. "I missed you."

The tears really fell the moment she felt the warm embrace of her husband, his hands rubbing at her back in a soothing manner as his own eyes teared up. "I missed you so much, Bill." She cried, gripping his jacket in her fists as she pulled him as close as she possibly could. It's been overwhelming taking care of the baby by herself, with the occasional visit from Alexander and his girlfriend.

        "Please don't cry, I'm home." He spoke quietly in her ear, his large hands on her cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, getting a salty taste of the tears that slid down to their lips. "Where is she?" He asked with a smile, her frown turning into a grin as she took ahold of his hand and walked him to the white bassinet. She dropped his hand and carefully picked up the baby, Bill's heart pounding as she passed the baby to him, being the size of a small football compared to his size. "Oh my god."

        "She looks—" she sniffed, pawing at her damp eyes, "just like you, Bill. Exactly—like you." Bill looked up at her with tears eyes as he cradled the infant in his arms, running his fingers over her tiny forehead, skin softer than he'd ever felt. "We missed you so much." She held onto his side, leaning over his arm to stare at Emily, their smiles wider than they've ever been since their wedding day, eyes leaking warm tears.

        "She's absolutely beautiful, baby." He spoke quietly, bringing the infant up to his mouth to offer a kiss on her forehead. "We really made her." He used his free hand to wrap around her body, pulling her into his side as they stood in the kitchen, Emily wrapped up in his arms. Her blue eyes fluttered open and blinked at her daddy, her lips curling into a smile as she peered up at him.

Bill stared down at her with a smile, her hand making a fist of his jacket and letting out the cutest yawn he'd ever seen. "Hi, pretty girl." His voice was gentle and quiet, her watching from the side with a smile at the sight of their first encounter, knowing that she knows exactly who her daddy is, despite never meeting him before.

She'd recognized his voice anywhere, since Bill talked to her constantly when he was home while she was baking in her oven, her little feet kicking every time she heard his voice. It's that moment when you realize that you're where you're supposed to be, and that nothing could ever change the way you feel about your family. And she never wanted it to go away.

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This one is a little short because I wanted to throw something cute in here without it dragging on and being repetitive.

Hope you guys like it. :)