I scroll through my twitter, while I watch TV in the living room, waiting for Billie to get home. She's been busy all day with photoshoots, interviews, and meetings. She texted me about an hour ago telling me her meeting was almost over.
I get up and walk to the kitchen to cut up some fruit to eat. As I cut up some strawberries, I hear the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps walking towards the living room and soft sobbing.
I walk over to the living room and see Billie sitting on the couch with her head in her hands as she cries.
"Baby? What's wrong?" I ask her worriedly. I hate seeing her cry.
She looks up at me with her red, puffy eyes, and then looks at the floor. I kneel down to talk to her face to face.
I wipe some tears off her face with my thumb.
"Talk to me mama, please." I say and gently hold her hands and give them a soft squeeze.
"I'm sorry." she says. "I-I tried but they wouldn't allow it."
"What are you talking about baby?" I ask her, confused.
"They won't allow us to make our relationship public."
"fuck." I say. "Okay yea, this sucks, but it's gonna be okay, please stop crying, we still have each other. It's not like they're making us break up." I say.
"I know, but it's not okay. I should be able to do what I want. It's so hard not being able to talk about how happy you make me in interviews, or not being able to post you and show you off. I can't go anywhere public with you, I just wanna be able to show you off and express how much I love you." She rants. I sigh and sit next to her, pulling her onto my lap. She cries into my neck while I softly rub circles on her back with my finger.
"I know it's tough baby, but there's nothing we can do about it. It's gonna be hard for me not to post about you either, but we'll get through this together. Everything will get better." I say, kissing the top of her head and running my fingers through her hair.
"Don't waste your tears on stupid management people. What can I do to make you feel better mama?" I ask.
"I just wanna cuddle, I'm so exhausted from today." She says, groaning.
I pick her up and carry her upstairs, laying her on the bed. I lay next to her and she moves closer to me. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, while I wrap my arm around her waist tightly.
"Everything's gonna be okay." I say, kissing her forehead.
*This is so short, sorry*
