After the whole deal at the Comic-Con, the club went their separate ways. You and Bill kept in touch a bit, mostly when he needed something. It was okay until he asked you out, which was surprising since he was still against women like the incel he is. You agreed. (After Bill continued to ask). You guys went on a few dates until he asked you to be his girlfriend. He was a bit surprised when you agreed but didn't show it.

After a few months of dating, he moved into your house. It was okay living with him at first until he started leaving messes. He would leave his trash in the living room, leave his dirty clothes in the bathroom, not even bothering to clean anything. You guys got into some arguments about his messy behaviors and even threatened to leave him. After that he started to clean up after himself but was still super lazy.

You and Biil dated for a few more years until he proposed. It wasn't a nice, expensive ring but it was the thought that counts, right? (Bill's excuse). You said yes. You guys didn't have a big wedding, or you didn't want to. The wedding only had your friends and family since Bill didn't try to invite anyone, or maybe he didn't have anyone to invite... Doesn't matter. After the wedding your parents paid for a honeymoon for you guys in Las Vegas. You guys went and had an okay time. Yes, you guys were together, but Bill wanted to drink and gamble. But on the last day you guys decided to... Consummate your marriage.

That leaves you here. After a month after your honeymoon, you found out you were pregnant. You told Bill which made him freak out until he remembered you two were married. Over the months you went to your appointment for the pregnancy. Bill went to every appointment with you which was surprising because he seems kind of... Excited to be a dad? He's always talking about when you have the baby, he's going to show the baby every comic, figure, and movies he has.

You and Bill sit at the couch, watching TV. Bill put on Batman Begins. (This is the hundredth time he's watched it). You sit next to him (eight months pregnant) bored of the movie he has put on once again. You munch on some pizza he ordered until he speaks up.

"So... How many more months until the little bastard comes out?" Bill asks, taking a bite of pizza as he looks over at you.