still friends?

thirty-nine

A/N: Hi babies! I wish I could give you all a hug! I didn't proof read this, please excuse any mistakes.

TW: Breif mentions of domestic abuse.

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"What about this one?" Billie asked, showing me her phone screen.

"YES! I love a house with personality. I don't like the basic square ones they build these days."

"I couldn't agree more!" Billie smiled, continuing to scroll through pictures of houses.

"I want it to have five bedrooms. One for us, two for our kids, one for your studio, and one for my makeup room." I explained with a smile on my face, thinking about our future.

"Fuck, our kids are gonna be so cute," Billie exclaimed.

"Only if they look like you!"

"Shut the fuck up!" she scoffed, "I want little Millie's running around."

"No way, I want little Billie's running around," I argued.

"Okay, we'll mix our eggs," she said seriously, making me burst out laughing.

"Can they actually do that?" I asked, still in a fit of laughter.

"I don't know, but we'll make it happen!"

"Okayyyy," I trailed out.

After a moment of silence, Billie continued scrolling as I watched the screen. "holy shit, that kitchen. Damn Imma bust a nut," I fake moaned as I zoomed into the picture of the white kitchen.

"Imagine me bending you over that counter," Billie imagined out loud.

"Fuck."

"Okay so, a white kitchen, five bedrooms, a big backyard with a pool and fireplace. Anything else your highness?" Billie asked the last part in a British accent.

"Hmm," I thought for a moment, "Our master bedroom better have double shower heads."

"Oop," Billie raised her brow.

"Nah, but for real I don't care what our future home looks like as long as it's with you," I smiled, imagining our future forever home together.

"That was soft as hell but same," she threw her phone to the other side of the bed and peppered my face with kisses, making me giggle.

My phone rang and I saw a call from Cam, I immediately picked it up. I've been waiting for this call all day. My father had his hearing today, anything could happen. I was way too anxious to be there which everyone understood. I actually forgot as Billie distracted me with talk of our future together.

"Hi," I picked up the phone, biting my lip nervously.

"He's been sentenced to three and a half years," he said plainly, cutting to the important part.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Locked up for three and a half years for domestic abuse? I thought it was usually shorter?" I asked, furrowing my brows. I glanced at Billie, seeing a look of relief on her face as well.

"Turns out he has past charges that he never took care of," Cam explained.

"I don't even want to know what they're for," I laughed humourlessly.

"Yeah, I don't think you do either."

"That doesn't sound good," I sighed, "You on your way back now?"

"Yeah, sorry. I would come to give you a hug but this appointment is really important." He apologized sincerely.

"Don't worry about it. But you better call me as soon as it's over," I demanded.