81.O It's Complicated

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"Yes Billie this way please." The sound of the camera flashing filled up the air while I looked in awe over to my gorgeous wife smiling at the photographer like a serious pro.

We were in the hills of Cali, at this crazy house who was ten times bigger then our whole damn farm and ground we own. The big car in the driveway was stood up for Billie to lean on. "The dominance, yes Bill. Let them know."

The enthusiasm of the photographer was pretty contagious and it made me smile like a stupid ass smiling in themselves.

"Looks like your mind's somewhere else babe." For a small minute I sadly forgot what was happening, these moments were slowly hitting me every day. And it reminded me of the fact that I had this stupid illness to live with. I rubbed my stomach, Hugo's kicking kind of hurt the past day. And I was pretty sure that he was coming any time soon.

I was past due the date I was actually gonna give birth to Hugo. And I looked like a huge elephant walking through the room. "My minds everywhere, duh." It made Billie laugh, and that was everything I needed.

Enjoying the smaller things in life, appreciating every moment where I would still remember everything with my family. The things a young lady like me would take for granted, but not me. I know, I won't get old. I won't be able to see my little baby boy grow up. I won't see him getting married with the love of his life just the way I did.

"They only need a cover photo, and then we'll be able to get home soon. Maybe get a sandwich at Macy's cafe?" I nodded as a quick response and turned her face to mine. Kissing her lips, biting it softly and stroke her neck for a second.

Bill walked away, so I grabbed my phone. Sighing because of the whole coronavirus thingy blowing up my phone. This whole pandemic scared the shit out of me, and while they're closing parts of America I was even more scared of my future. Because going into lockdown also means, no more therapy. Nothing.

I shook off all my worries, it was all going to depend on the press conference Trump was gonna give tonight. I looked up at my wife again, being the natural beauty she is. Making all the girls turn their heads.

"Done?"

"done." Billie still had a little glance of dominance in her eyes after walking away from the car, and I gotta be honest it had me feel some type of way.

Saying goodbye to the crew I walked over to the mustang and getting in the front seat.

"So, let's go to your interview!" I excitedly yelled at Bill.

She looked confused and sadly I knew immediately what she meant. "I'm sorry.. i'm forgetting stuff easily-"

Billie shook it off by burying my face into her hands, connecting our lips. Something I thankfully still know how to do. I opened up mine, twirling my tongue around hers. Circle motions while playing with it. I moaned softly inside her mouth when I'd felt her fingers in my hair. Pulling it backwards.

"Baby, i'm so horny. But.. I can't do it. My body.." I made a swollen face with my cheeks, sticking out my tongue. That worked cause she laughed when I did, reversing the car from the driveway. Making our way downtown.

Frowning both eyebrows when we drove to the psychiatrists place instead of getting lunch, I was maybe sometimes not thinking clearly but I was pretty sure Billie told me we were gonna have lunch. "Bill?"

"Ya?" She cleared her throat parking the car before the psychiatrists office. Grabbing my hands after she was done parking the car.

"So this pandemic is taking over the world. Were not having much time.. Hugo's coming anytime soon. And i'm.." I saw her wiping away a tear and clearing her throat again. "I-i-i'm not ready to lose you."

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