Billy had been sitting on the sofa in the living room all day, waiting for you to come home. He hated when you had to go to work, he didn't understand why you had to go anyway. Why couldn't you just stay home with him? He hated the long silences in the house without you home, and even when you put on the record player for him, he still hated it, because he couldn't hum along to the tune while you caressed his hair with his head laying in your lap. His only entertainment had been Claude, but Claude wasn't you. It had been around 5:30 when you had finally been released from work.
Billy sat on the opposite side of the looking at the front door. He waited impatiently, trying to hear your car parking into the snowy driveway, or your keys unlocking the door. He looked at the clock, seeing as it had been 5:41. Why where you taking so long? He whined under his breath, and looked back to the door.
It had been 5:58 when you pulled up in the driveway. Billy perked up, watching the door with a hard stare. You shivered at the gust of cold wind hitting you in the face as you stepped out of your car, locking it. You felt bad that you had left Billy waiting longer than he should, but you had to get gas. You hurriedly walked to the door, the snow crunching beneath your shoes. You began to unlock the door, preparing for the hard impact of Billy embracing you. As soon as you had a grip on the door knob, billy opened the door for you with a gleam in his eye.
You saw his lip pout out, whining. You walked in the warm house shutting the door behind you and dropping your bag beside the coat hanger. Billy helped you shuffle your jacket off and he hung it up for you, wanting you to be quick as possible. He wanted all of your attention, he hated that you where always gone, and he was thankful that the day had been Friday. "Where were you? Billy missed you so much." He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the couch. He felt your cold hands, and he was so sure that he was gonna make you feel nice and warm. "I'm sorry Billy. My car was low and gas and I had to stop by the station to get gas." You apologized as he pulled you down onto the couch. You sat down as he crawled on the cushions, and then layer his chin on your shoulder looking at your side profile with a close point of view. He pressed into your side, holding onto your arm as if he would lose you any second if he let go. You shuttered at the new found warmth, but used your closest arm to wrap around him.
"I'm so happy your back. 'Was so worried." He said, burying his head into your shoulder. His speech was muffled by your soft sweater. "I missed you too, but I have some happy news for you," you spoke with a soft tone, leaning your tired head onto his. "What is it?" Billy asked with eagerness. "Since the snow is getting a little out of hand, we have a few days off of work after the weekend. Isn't that good?" You said, your words lacing around him like a comforting ribbon. "Wow! Really?" He sat up, your head now losing the 'pillow.'
You bummed happily, confirming his question. You looked at him, his eyes a bit lean due to tiredness of waiting all day, but they where still a bit wide. He smiled, his cheeks puffing up and his eyes turning upward. "Does this mean you'll be home with Billy now?" He asked. You nodded. "I may have to leave a few times to get groceries, but other than that I'm all yours." He grimaced at the thought of you leaving to that place. He remembered the few times he went with you, and all he could think about was all the people and the bright buzzing lights.
He focused on the fact that you'd still be with him, and he was grateful for that. "Did you make yourself dinner?" You asked him, breaking him out of his thoughts. He frowned guiltily.
He took a small second to reply. "I was..." he paused. Where you gonna be mad at him? "I was too distracted waiting for pretty Y/n. I'm sorry," he said looking down, holding your soft hand, fidgeting with your fingers. "It's okay Billy. We can make dinner together." You smiled tiredly. His face shot up, his eyes meeting yours. "No, no no. Your so tired, you must be. Billy will do it for you, please let him." He pleaded, furrowing his eyebrows. You tilted your head in awe. He looked at you devoted to his statement.
"Okay Billy, you can. Just be extra careful in the kitchen, I don't want you to get hurt." He hummed with happiness, and grabbed you by your hand pulling you up from the couch. You stood in confusion for a small second, but watched as he leaded you to the bedroom. He let go when you guys entered, and moved the blankets to clear a spot. "Lay," he said demandingly. You walked over the spot he made and laid down, confused. He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you in trying to maximize the comfort. You watched his concentrated motions, filled with nothing but love and care. "You can wait here while I make you dinner. Stay here." He said, leaning down and placing a wet kiss on your forehead. You watched as he walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door but leaving a few inches, light peeking through the door.
You sat in the complete silence, the only noise being pots and pans banging in the kitchen. You thought for what seemed to be a long time. Billy was so caring, how could anyone hate him? You felt bad as you thought about him sitting home patiently waiting for you to walk through the door. He was so loving and devoted towards you. He was starved of any affection from his childhood, and you always fulfilled his hunger for it. He hadn't known how to love someone, since he never received it himself. But you could tell he tried so so hard, and even during your hard days where you wanted to scream at the world, he did his best, and during his fair share of hard days, he knew that you where always there for him.
Your eyes began to grow heavy, and you yawned. 10 minutes passed by when Billy walked in the room, holding two plates. On both of them sat bacon, wich looked a small tad over cooked, and eggs that where scrambled with cheese sloppily sprinkle on d top of them, melting with the heat of the egg.
He turned on the light, and you sat up rubbing your eyes. "Dinner is made." He said, handing you your plate. Sure it wasn't the best, but you where so glad he managed to cook by himself. "Thank you so much, Billy."
He sat on the bed beside you, pressing into your side while sitting cross cross. "Your welcome, pretty kitty deserves it." He chirped. You guys ate your food, and a few minutes after you both had finished. Billy hurriedly took the dishes to the kitchen setting them into the sink. He walked back into your room, and slid into his spot on the bed. You had already been laying down, facing his direction. He looked at you with his tired doe eyes, his lashes fluttering softly. He inched closer to you, playing his forehead against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.
He brought his knees up to his lower stomach. You tangled your fingers in his soft but unkempt hair, hearing him purr like a cat. You smiled softly. "Goodnight my sweet Billy," you whispered, Billy hearing your chest lightly rumble as you spoke. You could feel his cheery smile as he buried himself into you more, as if he was a flustered teen girl hiding her face into a pillow. You brought your arms down to his back, lightly tracing shapes on him, making him yawn and slowly doze off. You shortly did the same after.
