Billie is only 22, so she obviously wasn’t planning on having kids anytime soon- but her doorbell rang

and she was met with a crying baby, you. No note no nothing.

“Geez..um. Yeah no you’re not my responsibility”

Billie closed the door but didn’t take a step. She sighed and opened the door again

“Fine you little stinker..”

honestly she didn’t even know your birthday but you’re like 4 by now. You were playing with your toys and you called out for “mommy”.

she walked over to the living room where you played and rolled her eyes. She’s always been a little..cold towards you

“I’m not your mommy stop calling me that”

but she stilled loved you in a way