Billie was my home.
I couldn’t stop kissing her. It was like I was addicted. I had always been addicted to her, from the beginning, being with her despite my objections, my logic. But now I could indulge in it. I could bask in it.
I could feel myself coming and I moved my hand down between us, stroking her, working her up towards her orgasm, loving the way she responded to my touch—as if she was made for it, as if we were designed to feel the most with each other. Billie kissed me feverishly, and I felt her start to clench around me in that way she got as she came. I relaxed, and let the tide of feeling, of emotion, carry me over, thinking only of her.
Afterwards, we took a shower and climbed back into bed, changing out the sheets so we could cuddle in warmth. All around us, the Christmas lights I’d hung up were twinkling. I’d wanted the place to look nice for Billie—since if things went badly with her family, she would’ve stayed her with me for the night, and I wanted her to feel comforted.
But now the decorations were here as a celebration. The lights were so soothing, surrounding us, twinkling, making it feel like we were in this happy little bubble, this fantasy where nothing else existed except for the two of us.
Billie chuckled when I told her that. “You’re such a romantic underneath it all,” she told me, nuzzling her face into my neck.
She was such a warm, wonderful weight in my arms. I couldn’t wait to wake up with her every morning. “Can’t wait to get to do this every day.”
“Mmm? What?” Billie sounded half asleep already. I chuckled.
“Hold you in my arms every night. Wake up with you every morning.” I’d never felt so content. Not just happy, or joyful, but truly content. Like a warm purring cat had curled up in my chest.
Billie looked around, raising her head a little. “Well, I can’t wait for that either, tiger, but I think you’re going to have to get a bigger place first.”
I looked around as well, admitting to myself the Billie was right, we did need a larger space. “I’m going to ask Morgan about being my financial backer for the garage, like you suggested,” I said. “I think that he’s going to agree to it.”
Billie smiled at me, resting her chin on my chest so that she could loo me in the eye. “I’m glad you two have made up. I’m glad he could let it go. I know that it was really hurting you to not be friends with him.”
It really had been. Morgan had always been the one guy that I could count on for anything, the friend who had always been there. Everyone else had been friends with me because they were looking for a good time. They wanted the bad boy, the troublemaker, the prankster. Morgan had seen the other side of me. The more sensitive, private side.
“It hurt you, too,” I pointed out.
Billie sighed. “Yeah, it did. I didn’t really… you don’t want to think about it while it hurt, you know? Because that just makes it hurt even worse. And I was really angry, and that fueled me. But I did miss him. I looked up to him so much when I was younger. I’m glad that we can start to rebuild that.”
“Once the garage is up and running,” I told her, and I doubted that would take long at all, “I’ll buy us a proper place. We can have a big kitchen, and a room for you to do your sewing if you wanted, and a nice large bed…” I wiggled against her suggestively and Billie laughed.
“We’ll need room for more than one bed,” she informed me.
I stared at her for a minute, confused. What did she mean? “We will?”
Billie arched an eyebrow at me as if to say yeah, dumbass, why do you think that is?
Realization hit me like a truck and if I’d been standing, I would have staggered back. My stomach dropped out. “I—you’re—we—are you?”
Billie nodded, her eyes wet and a huge smile on her face. “You’re going to be a father. In about seven or eight months. I figured—I know I need to go to a doctor but I figured instead of rushing to make an appointment right before the holidays, why not wait and go for the first time together?”
Oh my God. I kissed her soundly, my hand tangling in her hair. “Billie, that’s—oh my God. Holy shit. I love you. I mean—I love you regardless, not just because you’re pregnant, obviously, but—holy shit.”
Billie laughed into my mouth. “I, um, I was a little nervous but then you were talking about how you wanted to be a father and I thought… well it’s sooner than you expected, I know, but…”