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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

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"Jesus Christ, Jesse," Billie exclaims, her eyes snapping open. "You're going to have me thinking the baby's going to pop out right here. I'm in a hospital bed, not a delivery room." I grin, relieved that she's finally starting to feel more like herself. "But seriously," she continues, "Thank you. For everything. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here." I lean in, kissing her forehead.

I took her soft hand and kissed it. "You'd manage, but without you I'd never be able to manage. You're my rock, my grounding. You're the best wife a man could ever ask for. And the best mom. Our little one's going to be the luckiest kid in the world. Mila is lucky to have you." Her smile made my heart ache with love for her.

"This monster in here is kicking my ribs. I think the baby's trying to get out of here," Billie teases, playfully rubbing her belly. I can't help but laugh, my heart swelling with love for the both of them.

Mila was sound asleep in the little chair beside the bed, her tiny hand curled into a fist. I gently brushed a strand of hair from her perfect little face. Mila held my hand in her peaceful slumber and I carried her and she nestled into the crook of my arm, pressing my nose into her soft, warm skin. Billie smiled, watching us.

"I can't wait to meet our little one," I whisper. "To see what she looks like, to hold her. I want to be the first one to give her a big, sloppy kiss."

Billie smiles, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know, it's going to be so amazing. I keep imagining what it's going to be like, all the things we're going to do together." She pauses, looking down at Mila sleeping peacefully in my arms. "I can't wait to see the look on Mila's face when she sees her sister for the first time. It's going to be like she's known her forever."

As if on cue, Mila stirs in her sleep and reaches her tiny hand up to pat my cheek. Her big, blue eyes blink open, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and love. She gives a little sigh and nestles herself further into my arm, her tiny body relaxing against mine.

"Aw," My wifey coos, watching Mila pat my cheek. "You're the best big sister ever, you know that? You're going to be the best thing that ever happens to your little sister. You're going to protect her, love her, and make sure she knows that she's always safe with you." I look over at Billie, feeling her words echo through me. I can't help but smile at the image of our little family.

But the thing is. . . The fuck do women even give birth? I mean, I know Billie is going to be the best mom ever, but she's human. How is she supposed to handle all of this? This new baby is going to be a whole new ballgame. I'm terrified for her.

Like man, I have no clue how bad it hurts because bitch, I'm a man, the hell would I know right? But all I know is that the hospital room was filled with blood, screams, and pain. I mean, I've seen enough movies to know what childbirth looks like. But it's different when it's real life, you know? It's terrifying as fuck.

When Gab gave birth to Mila, actually she didn't. She went through C-section because it was some emergency shit.

I looked at Billie and she had her hand placed on her stomach, rubbing it absently as if she could feel the baby moving inside her. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought. I could tell that she was already thinking about what it would be like to be a mother of two. I knew that she would be an amazing mom, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear for her.

I kissed her hand then her finger, right where her ring was. She's my fiancé, she's going to be my wife, and she's going to be the best mom ever. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her.

But I can't help but feel a little uneasy about the whole situation. I mean, I love her, and I know she loves me, and I know we both love Mila. But there's a little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me that this is going to change things. It's going to change us.

"I'm gonna close my eyes for a bit," she said and laid down as I patted her back. I watched her drift off to sleep, her features soft and peaceful. I couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about the same things I was. About the new responsibility we were about to take on. About how our lives were going to change.

The baby's heartbeat fills the room, a steady rhythm that seems to echo through every fiber of my being. I smiled and placed a hand on her bump and my eyes widened as the lit person kicked back, almost as if they were responding to my touch. I can't believe how much our lives are about to change. Just a few more weeks and we'll be meeting our new addition.

I look over at Billie, her face scrunched in concentration as she scrolls through her phone, her other hand gently rubbing her bump. She's going to be an amazing mom, I just know it. I feel so lucky to be able to share this experience with her, to be the one who gets to help her through this new journey.

"Oi, I thought you were gonna sleep," I tease, nudging her gently with my shoulder. She glances up at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I was just checking something," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She hands me her phone and I see she's been looking at baby names. I can't believe we're actually having this conversation. It feels so real now, like we're really about to meet our little one.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" I ask as I scan the list of names. There are some really cool names here, but I also see a few that Billie and I both liked before we even knew the gender.

"I don't know, I think it's a girl," she says, her voice soft. "But you never know. It could be a boy." She sits up a little, resting her back against the headboard. "What do you think?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I think it's a girl too, but I guess we'll find out soon enough." I glance back down at the list of names and tap my finger on one. "What about this name? You think it'd suit a boy or a girl?"

Billie looks at the name I've tapped and smiles. "I think it's a really nice name. It could suit either a boy or a girl, but I was thinking more for a boy." She thinks for a moment before adding, "What about you? Do you have any favorites?"

I shrug, trying to look nonchalant even though I've been just as invested in this process as she has. "I like a lot of these names, but I think my favorite for a girl is this one," I say, tapping another name on the list. "And for a boy, I like this one." I show her the names and she nods, seeming to like them too.

The rest of the night passes quietly, with us talking about baby names and our hopes and fears for the future. We both know that our lives are about to change drastically, but we also feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

I handed Mila over to Billie as Billie cuddled her close. I felt a surge of affection for her, knowing how much she loved our daughter and how much she wanted this new baby to join our family.

In the middle of the night, I felt someone tap my arm. I looked up, rubbing my sleepy ass eyes and saw Billie. "Babe I gotta pee." She whispered, her face half asleep.

I stood up from my chair and held Billie's hand, helping her up from the hospital bed. She leaned heavily into me, still half-asleep. Together, we made our way to the bathroom, the soft glow of the nightlight guiding us.

I helped her sit on the toilet and then leaned against the sink, my own eyes beginning to adjust to the dim light. As she finished, I took a few steps to the sink and splashed some water on my face, trying to wake myself up a bit. Billie reached over and dried my face gently with a towel, her movements so familiar and comforting.

I kissed her forehead. "C'mon let's get you back to bed," I said softly. As we walked back to the room, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Excitement for the new baby, nervousness about the changes it would bring, and a deep sense of love and gratitude for Billie, who had been by my side through it all.

𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽

A/N : SORRY IF IT WASN'T DRAMATIC ENOUGH😭