You thought you'd wake up to something normal, something expected and routine, like the honking of cars outside, the running of the shower water, or maybe the barking of dogs. But no, it seemed like this fine morning had different plans for you.
You wake up to Bust A Move by Young MC blasting in your kitchen and carrying all throughout your home. The smell of cake drifts through the air as well, the scent almost as sweet as the laughter you hear from the kitchen, undoubtedly coming from Billie.
She glances over her shoulder at you when you appear at the kitchen doorway, a stupid grin on her face and a bit of cake batter smeared on her chin. "Hey there, mama." She sing-songs, bumping the cabinet she was just rummaging through shut with her hip and dusting her hands off.
If she didn't look so fucking cute right now, you'd knock her backwards hat right off β but you can't exactly complain about cake and a happy Billie.