I hate jet lag with a passion. It's currently 1am and I'm just now walking through the front door of my moms house. I make my way to bubbies room, kick off my shoes and cuddle the shit out of my little man.
A few hours later, I wake up to my son squishing my cheeks together trying to give me funny faces. "Ugh bubbie what are you doing?"
"Twying to make you smile." he says with a giggle. This kid... I give him a goofy grin which only makes him laugh harder.
"Alright bubs, go brush your teeth and get dressed. I do believe I promised you ice cream." I say and he hops out of bed running to the bathroom. I sit up and pull a hoodie on over my shirt.
"I'm glad you made it back safe," my mom says standing in the doorway.
"Me too. Thanks again for watching him. Here." I say pulling out a small wad of cash and putting it in her hands.
"Hayden you don't have to pay me, Avery and I love having Blake over." she tries to argue.
"Mom, between me going back to work, and the insurance money, I have wayyy too much money. Plus if you don't take it, I won't bring him back over." I playfully joke. She rolls her eyes and shoves it into her pocket.
Blake whizzes past me and digs in his bag for clothes. I help him get dressed but the moment I try to help him with his shoes, he won't let me. So I sit on the floor watching him decide which shoe goes on which foot.
He goes to put his left shoe on his right foot and I clear my throat. His eyes snap up and I give him a smirk. He quickly switches shoes, putting them on the correct feet.
"Alright bub, you ready to go get ice cream?" I say ruffling his hair.
"What about bweakfass?" he asks giving me a confused look.
I stand and quickly pack up his bag before slinging it over my shoulder. "We're having ice cream for breakfast today bubbie."
I should have probably waited until we were in the car to announce that, because Blake's reaction is to go and tell grammy. Which results in her glaring at me.
"Don't give me that look mom, he's my kid. I'll do what I want." I say as I pick my son up and buckle him in his car seat. I slide into the drivers seat and look back at Blake. "You ready bub?" He just smiles and nods frantically.
A short drive later and we're here. I pick Blake up so he can see over the counter. "Alright bubs which one do you want?" I whisper in his ear and he points to the one he wants.
I turn to the cashier, "Can I get two kids cups, one vanilla and one chocolate?" I ask, setting Blake down before forking over a few bucks.
I grab the cups and sit at one of the tables while Blake sits across from me eating his ice cream. I take my spoon and dab some ice cream on my nose.
"Mommyyy, you got it on your nose!"
I pretend to be shocked, "I did? Is it right here?" I say dabbing my cheek. "Or is it here?" I say dabbing my other cheek as Blake turns into a giggling mess.
I smile as I wipe off my face, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. My heart involuntarily skips a beat when I see its Billie.
Billie
-can we meet up?-
H
-sure. park. half an hour.-
"Hey bubbie, wanna go to the park when we're done here?" I ask him already knowing he'd say yes.
He throws his arms up, "Yes!" he shouts as I smile and let him finish his ice cream before cleaning him up and heading for the park.
"Alright bub, you know the drill. Stay where I can see you." I say as he takes off for towards the slides. I plop down on the nearest bench and watch Blake play. Moments later Billie joins me. I don't look over at her but I can feel her presence.
Neither of us speak.
The tension I'm feeling is high.
She breaks the silence, "I miss you... seeing you the other day just-"
"You were longing for a remnant of something you used to have?" I say in an attempt to finish her sentence.
"Yeah... is it weird to say that you being a mom is kind of a turn on?"
I chuckle at her, "Trust me, you're not the first person to tell me that. I had my fucking publicist hit on me when I went back to work..." I peel my eyes away from the playground and look over at her. "Don't pull through hot mom card to try and get into my pants Eilish." I say with a smirk before turning my attention back to my son.
"I'm not trying to get into your pants GrEy... I just wanted to know if we could I don't know, get coffee or dinner or something. Also, I don't go by Billie Eilish anymore... it's just Billie now."
"Seems like you don't really know what you want Billie... is it coffee or is it dinner?" I take a deep breath and sigh. "I'm sorry I don't mean to be short with you. I just can't go around letting just anyone into my sons life just for them to hurt him and leave. I couldn't give two shits if someone hurts me, but I'll fucking burn someone's house down if they hurt him." I say I'm the calmest tone possible. It's not easy explaining why I'm so reserved.
"I understand. I do. If it makes you feel better we can just spend time together as friends and see where it goes." she replies. I can literally hear the bitterness in her tone when she says friends.
I find it cute that she wants more, I just don't know if I'm ready. Blake runs up and jumps on my lap wrapping his arms around my neck, "Oof bubbie, what's up?"
He looks over at Billie, "Mommy who is she? And why is she at the park again?" he whispers into my ear.
I chuckle, "Blake this is Billie, she's one of mommy's... friends." Honestly the word friends kinda tasted bad coming out of my own mouth.
"You mean friends like me and Ronin?" he asks as he squishes my cheeks for a second time today.
"It's exactly like you and Ronin bubbie."
"Oh ok. Hi Biwwie!" he says with a big grin on his face.
My heart melted when he said her name.
a/n: yall I just had the best vid chat today 🥰
Also tell ya mamas happy Mother's Day!
S/o to MitchezHunter for letting me use Ronin. Play dates coming soon.
I love you bubbies! 💕❤️🥰
