You’re curled up on the couch, resting your hands on your growing belly when Billie walks in with a bag of takeout. She grins, setting it down and immediately kneeling beside you.

“How’s my little family doing?”

She asks, her hand gently caressing your stomach. Billie presses a kiss to your forehead and then to your belly.

As she sits beside you, pulling you into her arms, she whispers:

“I can’t wait to meet our baby… and spoil you both rotten.”