A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
Title: Nine Months
Author: Logan
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: One mistake leads to nine months of sickness, tears (of joy, anger, and sadness), and more baby clothes than any one child could ever possibly use.
A/N: I’m slowly working on finishing the mountain of started one-shots that are in my documents folder. This one was started ages ago and I’m really fucking happy to say that it’s finally done.
The time frame for this one goes from the summer of 2009 until the end of April 2010.
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Month One
Billie Joe and Mike weren’t planning on having a baby. It wasn’t that they didn’t want a baby, because secretly they both thought it would be pretty damn awesome to have a little person sharing their genes, but it was more so that a baby just didn’t fit. Sure, they had other children - three between the two of them - but when those babies had been born they had also had wives that were okay with staying on the tour bus or, later on, at home while they worked and did band stuff. With both of them being in Green Day they didn’t really have the option to sit to the side and tend to a baby while the other rocked out on stage. It just wouldn’t work so it was something that they didn’t bring up.
So those first few weeks after the fateful night that the condom broke they didn’t think much of it. They were drunk when it happened and to be completely honest, they weren’t even sure if the condom had actually broken or if they hadn’t used one or if they were just being idiots with the whole thing. Alcohol tended to do that to them, make them forget and argue about what really happened. In the end they decided that they were just being idiots and that they must have had too much to drink that night which resulted in fucked up dreams.
For the first month, after that fateful night, they continued on like they had prior to that night. Rocking out and partying it up because they were on tour and they were going to make this the best fucking time of their lives. Well, yet another best fucking time of their lives.
Of course that all changed when Billie started puking four days before the first month was supposed to end.
Month 2
The second month began with a vicious bout of what Billie brushed off as being the effect of too much alcohol on too empty of a stomach the night before. He ignored the fact that he’d been puking for the past few days and instead chose to blame it all on alcohol and exhaustion. So he gathered up his band members and declared that they needed to take a break for a few days. Just long enough so he could clear his head and maybe see a doctor if the damn puking didn’t stop.
Mike was the first to agree, with his arm wrapped firmly around Billie’s shoulders and an almost worried look in his eyes. The other guys mumbled their agreement, decided that they’d just hang out in the city that they were in for a few more days and do some sightseeing or something. There were no protests because there wasn’t time, what with Billie running off to the hotel bathroom to empty his already empty stomach for the third time that morning.
After a five day long break and one make-up show, Mike cornered Billie and demanded that he go to a doctor. He used an empty threat, filled with talk of force and throwing Billie over his shoulder or dragging his body to the clinic, to try and scare his boyfriend into getting checked out and was met with teary green eyes and a fist connecting with the side of his face. Billie apologized the next morning and swore that he’d see a doctor if he was still puking by the end of the month, which also happened to be the end of that leg of the tour.
When the taxi dropped them off in front of their shared home two and a half weeks later, Billie moaned and tossed a shoe at Mike’s head when he dropped his bags on the front step to run to the kitchen where he promptly puked in the sink.
Mike made an appointment the next day and forced Billie onto a much bitched about bout of bed rest until the appointment in three days.
Month 3
While the doctor had done the blood tests Billie had focused his eyes on the ugly green walls and willed his stomach to behave for the entirety of the appointment. It had and he rewarded it with an extra-large vanilla milkshake, one that tasted sinfully good, that ended up in the toilet two hours later. The only good thing that came out of the puking, and the loss of a perfectly good milkshake, was the comfort sex that Mike had provided upon seeing Billie’s tears.
There was even more comfort sex the next morning when the doctor had called and congratulated them. Well, comfort sex with a bit of their own congratulatory sex mixed in. Because the doctor was congratulating them on something that they both wanted but were too scared to admit. Billie Joe Armstrong was officially impregnated by one Michael Ryan Pritchard.
After the initial shock…anger…joy…and confusion wore off, they just stared at each other. Neither of them knowing exactly how they should be reacting to the news and both waiting to see the other’s reaction. When Billie cracked a smile and placed both hands over his flat stomach Mike’s own face broke out into indescribable joy. He slid off the bed and grabbed him, lifting the smaller of the two off of the ground into a bone-crushing hug before panicking and rubbing his stomach, apologizing for crushing the tiny life growing inside his boyfriend.
Reality hit two weeks later when the decided that they had to tell everyone and they had to figure something out. They had another couple months of touring that had to be cancelled, or changed severely to accommodate Billie’s current condition. And that meant having to deal with bitchy band members and record label people, not to mention thousands of disappointed fans. The thought alone caused Billie to lock himself in their walk-in closet and sob until Mike broke down the door and pulled him out into the light.
They told the guys three hours later and were met with nothing but congratulations and sloppy kisses from Tre. They worked out the tour issue, with a promise to do those dates, or most of those dates, after the baby was born and around for a few months.
Month 4
By the time Billie reached the start of his second trimester, he was beyond ecstatic. The puking had pretty much come to an end and he was actually starting to show. He would spend upwards of thirty minutes standing in front of the bathroom mirror just staring at his slowly expanding waistline, his hands tracing the pale skin that was housing his child for the next few months.
Mike just shook his head and grinned each time he caught his boyfriend staring at his reflection. He would press kisses across Billie’s stomach and tell him that the moment he starts bitching about being fat Mike was so not listening. Billie would shove him away and laugh, telling his boyfriend that he was never going to bitch about being fat because this was their child growing inside of him.
He started bitching about being fat eight days later while out shopping with Adrienne. The woman seemed to be the only person that Billie shop with because he claimed that he was too embarrassed about his hugeness to be around anyone else. Because she understood how he felt because she had been pregnant twice before. She hadn’t known whether or not she should take this statement as a compliment but went along anyways, tossing her head back and laughing the first time Billie broke down in a dressing room about his fatness.
His kids were the next ones to hear him complain about being fat after he bumped into not one, but both of them with his tiny stomach while they attempted to cook supper together one night. He had mumbled some sort of apology that ended with him calling himself fat and glaring down at his stomach while both boys hid their laughter behind their hands and swore up and down that Jakob had just told a funny joke when Billie’s glare moved from his stomach and onto his laughing sons.
By the end of the fourth month everyone, including his neighbours to the left and across the street, had heard about Billie’s sudden fatness that was ruining his life. He took to wearing oversized t-shirts and ratty sweats because none of his clothes fit, or so he said, and refused to let Mike see him naked for two weeks straight.
That ended when Mike forced him to dress up and go out in public. They didn’t make it out the front door after Billie caught sight of his reflection in the hall mirror and decided that actually, the stomach wasn’t that bad and didn’t look all that fat when covered with a new shirt and jeans. They decided to forget about the date and instead fuck on the living room couch.
Mike woke up to Billie staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror the next morning, a smile spread across his face.
Month 5
They found out they were having a little girl when Billie had just passed the completion of his fourth month. Their obstetrician told them that she wasn’t one hundred percent sure because it was still a little early but that they were, most likely, going to blessed with a bundle of pink blankets at the end of the ordeal. Billie had just nodded, tears shining in his eyes because was finally getting the baby girl that he had always wanted.
He insisted that Mike drive to the mall immediately after the appointment and ended up dropping too much money on too many girly clothes, half of which wouldn’t fit the baby until she was at least six months old. Mike didn’t say anything, because he was a good, caring boyfriend, and instead just stood back and watched as Billie tore apart the store with the excitement of a four-year old in a candy store. He wanted to hold his head and groan at the amount the register displayed at the end of it all but didn’t, because Billie was too damn happy and he knew that a happy Billie ended with sex.
The month went on with more impromptu shopping trips and one white dresser filled over half-way with baby clothes in pastel colours and pink, too much pink. But Mike didn’t argue and instead presented Billie with a soft pink teddy bear that had caused his boyfriend’s eyes to shine and his lips to end up bruised from the kisses that he received.
Mike quickly learned that mentioning their little girl would earn a smile and a kiss from Billie and ended up going out of the way to drop a ‘she’ or a ‘baby girl’ into nearly every sentence spoken about the baby. They ended up fucking in nearly every room of their house because happy Billie mixed with crazy pregnancy hormones meant that nearly every kiss turned into something more.
When they went back at the end of the month for another appointment and the doctor confirmed that they were having a girl Billie disconnected their phone line and locked them in the master bedroom for the rest of the weekend.
Afterwards, when Tre asked what exactly went down that weekend, Mike just told him that Billie was apparently extremely happy about having a baby girl. He forgot to mention that Billie hadn’t shut up about the colour pink and curly hair for the entire weekend, which had kind of ruined the mood. But only kind of.
Month 6
When the baby started really moving around at the start of the sixth month, Billie had grumbled about it and swore loudly at his stomach. He ended up shoving Mike out of the bed and onto the floor the moment his boyfriend mumbled something about want to feel. And when Mike had tried to climb back into the bed Billie kicked at his stomach, rather weakly due to being tired and pregnant, and claimed that that was how it felt. Mike didn’t mention wishing to feel the baby kick for another few days.
Not until the boys, and Estelle, were over for the weekend and the five of them were situated in the living room watching Joey moan about losing some racing game to his younger brother because that just wasn’t fair. Mike had been too into watching the game, and the argument, play out that he hadn’t noticed that his daughter was resting her hands on Billie’s stomach until she let out a rather loud squeal of delight that caused everyone’s head to turn in her direction.
After she claimed that the baby had just kicked her hand the boy’s left their video game, paused and waiting for their return, to shove their own hands onto their father’s swollen stomach. They all let out their own whoops and exclamations of joy when they felt the kicks against their hands. By the time they grew bored and turned back to the game, Estelle joining in and also beating Joey at the game that he apparently was the best at, Billie was back to moaning and swearing about just how much the kicking hurt. He pushed Mike’s curious hands away and mumbled something about going to take a bath.
When Billie started nearing the end of his sixth month, and the start of his third trimester, he finally caved and let Mike run his hands across the stretched skin of his stomach. He felt the fluttering movements inside and grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hand and moved it from the left side to the right and told him to just wait, that she was waking up.
Once Mike felt the tiny kick, followed by a much harder one, he lifted Billie off the ground and spun him around in a quick circle. That move ended with Billie kicking at Mike’s legs and both of them tumbling to the floor with Mike jumping into doctor-mode the minute Billie’s ass made contact with the ground.
After that Billie let Mike touch his stomach and feel the kicks whenever he wanted too. Well, he allowed it after Mike promised that he would never, ever, lift him off the ground again for the remainder or the pregnancy and possibly his life.
Month 7
It wasn’t until the start of Billie’s third trimester that they started discussing baby names. Mike came home one day from the bookstore with a book of names and a large hot chocolate for Billie. He had handed the paper cup to his boyfriend before sitting down next to him on the couch and beginning to flip through the rather thick book. They spent that first afternoon laughing over possible names and ended up with a list of names that they would not, in a million years, name their child.
The next time they took out the book they noticed corners folded down and certain names highlighted in pink, yellow and orange. They found a piece of paper that told them which colour belonged to which child and spent the night looking through the names that their children liked. There were a few names that were highlighted with a mess of colours and they took these ones as being the ones that all three had agreed on. They added those names to a list of good names and tore up the list of horrible names.
The piece of paper with the possible names was stuck on the refrigerator door and was studied by everyone in the house at least once a day. Mike began to find Billie standing in front of the list more often than he stood in front of the mirror and just laughed each time his boyfriend made lists of pros and cons for each name. He told him that no matter what they named their child it would be awesome just because it was theirs. And Billie had grinned back at him and nodded his head before turning away from the list and kissing his way down Mike’s neck.
Mike learned in that seventh month that names were fucking hard to choose, Billie’s pregnancy hormones were still running crazy and that books of baby names was apparently something to sob over. Billie had tried to tell Mike that he was crying over the movie playing across the TV screen but Mike knew better. The night after he found Billie crying on the couch he convinced his boyfriend to tell him the truth and Billie broke down and sobbed about the fact that they were never going to find a perfect name.
Mike studied the list for hours that night and, by the time Billie stumbled into the kitchen at two in the morning to search for god knows what, he had a new sheet of paper stuck up on the fridge that just read: Sophia Jade Pritchard.
Billie had made his way back up to the master bedroom and had hit Mike on the side of the head for just using his last name but quickly got over that to tell him that it was the perfect name for their little princess.
Month 8
The start of the eighth month brought about a whole new mess of issues and tears with anything, and everything, that concerned Billie Joe and the baby. The band was dealing with the knowledge that their musical was debuting on the Broadway stage in less than two months and Billie was dealing with the fact that he was tired and cranky and fucking huge and he had to actually be seen by people.
The weeks before heading up to New York City were spent with Billie moaning and bitching about not having anything to wear as he tossed all of his clothes out of his closet and onto the bedroom floor. He dragged Mike, Adrienne, Tre, his children, basically anyone who would go with him, to the mall every chance he got. By the time they were ready to leave for the city, Billie had a new wardrobe of clothes that he knew he would look horrible in come the end of the month.
Getting to New York wasn’t a problem, minus Billie glaring at Mike for the entire plane ride and later bitching him out in the hotel room for bumping into his stomach. Mike ended up spending that first night in Tre’s room after making the mistake of calling Billie’s baby bump huge and telling him that it was his fault that they bumped into each other with that giant stomach.
The next couple weeks didn’t go any smoother. They did the previews for the musical and the talks that went along with them. Billie glared at anyone who dared mention his pregnancy and tried his hardest to cover the stomach that was impossible to hide. When one daring fan managed to lay her hand across his bump, he told her to fuck off and spent the rest of the day locked in his hotel room. He found her the next day, waiting around the theatre, and apologized for being a bitch.
Of course, when she tried to ask him about the baby he ended up glaring into her eyes and telling her to mind her own fucking business, before breaking down and apologizing until Mike pushed him into the building. From that moment on Mike took all the questions regarding Billie’s pregnancy while his boyfriend pouted next to him, swearing loudly every single time their little girl kicked at him from inside.
Month 9
By the time Billie reached the first few days of his ninth month of pregnancy he was in full out bitch-mode as Mike liked to call it. Snapping at anyone who looked at his stomach and locking Mike out of the hotel room for hours on end. He even went as far as to yell at both of his children for one small comment about a cool pair of baby shoes that they had found while searching the city with their mother. He was miserable, tired and sore and wanted nothing more than to get his little girl out of his body.
He ended up spending one night searching up ways to speed up labour on the internet and tried to get Mike to help him get Sophia the hell out of him. Mike had refused and spent the rest of the night cuddling an extremely grumpy Billie Joe while his boyfriend alternated between cursing him out and crying on his shoulder.
The month progressed in a similar fashion. Billie didn’t know what to do with himself for the most part and spent his good days piling up on more baby shit than any infant needed. Mike just stood back and watched in horror as Billie would come back to the hotel room and dump out bag after bag of tiny outfits, toys and stuffed animals. He kept his mouth shut and avoided telling Billie that their daughter didn’t need anything else because everyone quickly learned that ending one of Billie’s good days came with an outcome that was almost worse than death.
When it was time for the musical to make its Broadway debut, Billie was nearing thirty-eight weeks and refused to be seen in public. It took both Mike and Tre to attempt to get him to break this and ended with Adrienne being the one to get him dressed and out of the hotel. The night passed by in a blur that ended with Billie falling asleep on Mike’s shoulder and Billie moaning about back pain the entire ride back to the hotel.
Two days later Billie went into labour. While Billie was being taken to his own hospital room, Mike was sitting in another with a doctor tending to his swollen eye and nose that had nearly been broken by Billie’s fist. The rest of the day went on with no more punches but a grip on Mike’s hand that he swore bruised all of his fingers. Billie moaned and yelled and swore at Mike for hours on end, glaring into the other man’s blue eyes and vowing that he was never, fucking ever, doing this again.
The night ended at two sixteen in the morning with a bundle of pink blankets being placed in Billie’s arms and apologizes pouring out of his mouth in slurred words, green eyes drooping with the effort of trying to stay awake. Mike just kissed the side of his head and told him it was okay before reaching out to stroke one long finger across his baby’s cheek.
And in that moment they both forgot about the fights, the bruised face and the mountain of baby things that they had accumulated over the past few months and instead focused on the tiny, breathing bundle of pink that was resting in Billie’s arms. So, she wasn’t planned and she couldn’t have chosen a worst time to come but she was theirs and she was perfect.
When they went back to their home a week and a half later they were greeted by their friends and family and a pink and purple banner that welcomed their baby Sophia into her new home and in that moment they both decided that maybe this was quite possibly the best mistake they had ever made.
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Just a little note to anyone who reads these...
This might or might not turn into a universe of sorts.
So I might end up writing some other one-shots and short stories to go along with this same frame of mind.
Just thought I'd throw that out there :)
Author: Logan
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: One mistake leads to nine months of sickness, tears (of joy, anger, and sadness), and more baby clothes than any one child could ever possibly use.
A/N: I’m slowly working on finishing the mountain of started one-shots that are in my documents folder. This one was started ages ago and I’m really fucking happy to say that it’s finally done.
The time frame for this one goes from the summer of 2009 until the end of April 2010.
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Month One
Billie Joe and Mike weren’t planning on having a baby. It wasn’t that they didn’t want a baby, because secretly they both thought it would be pretty damn awesome to have a little person sharing their genes, but it was more so that a baby just didn’t fit. Sure, they had other children - three between the two of them - but when those babies had been born they had also had wives that were okay with staying on the tour bus or, later on, at home while they worked and did band stuff. With both of them being in Green Day they didn’t really have the option to sit to the side and tend to a baby while the other rocked out on stage. It just wouldn’t work so it was something that they didn’t bring up.
So those first few weeks after the fateful night that the condom broke they didn’t think much of it. They were drunk when it happened and to be completely honest, they weren’t even sure if the condom had actually broken or if they hadn’t used one or if they were just being idiots with the whole thing. Alcohol tended to do that to them, make them forget and argue about what really happened. In the end they decided that they were just being idiots and that they must have had too much to drink that night which resulted in fucked up dreams.
For the first month, after that fateful night, they continued on like they had prior to that night. Rocking out and partying it up because they were on tour and they were going to make this the best fucking time of their lives. Well, yet another best fucking time of their lives.
Of course that all changed when Billie started puking four days before the first month was supposed to end.
Month 2
The second month began with a vicious bout of what Billie brushed off as being the effect of too much alcohol on too empty of a stomach the night before. He ignored the fact that he’d been puking for the past few days and instead chose to blame it all on alcohol and exhaustion. So he gathered up his band members and declared that they needed to take a break for a few days. Just long enough so he could clear his head and maybe see a doctor if the damn puking didn’t stop.
Mike was the first to agree, with his arm wrapped firmly around Billie’s shoulders and an almost worried look in his eyes. The other guys mumbled their agreement, decided that they’d just hang out in the city that they were in for a few more days and do some sightseeing or something. There were no protests because there wasn’t time, what with Billie running off to the hotel bathroom to empty his already empty stomach for the third time that morning.
After a five day long break and one make-up show, Mike cornered Billie and demanded that he go to a doctor. He used an empty threat, filled with talk of force and throwing Billie over his shoulder or dragging his body to the clinic, to try and scare his boyfriend into getting checked out and was met with teary green eyes and a fist connecting with the side of his face. Billie apologized the next morning and swore that he’d see a doctor if he was still puking by the end of the month, which also happened to be the end of that leg of the tour.
When the taxi dropped them off in front of their shared home two and a half weeks later, Billie moaned and tossed a shoe at Mike’s head when he dropped his bags on the front step to run to the kitchen where he promptly puked in the sink.
Mike made an appointment the next day and forced Billie onto a much bitched about bout of bed rest until the appointment in three days.
Month 3
While the doctor had done the blood tests Billie had focused his eyes on the ugly green walls and willed his stomach to behave for the entirety of the appointment. It had and he rewarded it with an extra-large vanilla milkshake, one that tasted sinfully good, that ended up in the toilet two hours later. The only good thing that came out of the puking, and the loss of a perfectly good milkshake, was the comfort sex that Mike had provided upon seeing Billie’s tears.
There was even more comfort sex the next morning when the doctor had called and congratulated them. Well, comfort sex with a bit of their own congratulatory sex mixed in. Because the doctor was congratulating them on something that they both wanted but were too scared to admit. Billie Joe Armstrong was officially impregnated by one Michael Ryan Pritchard.
After the initial shock…anger…joy…and confusion wore off, they just stared at each other. Neither of them knowing exactly how they should be reacting to the news and both waiting to see the other’s reaction. When Billie cracked a smile and placed both hands over his flat stomach Mike’s own face broke out into indescribable joy. He slid off the bed and grabbed him, lifting the smaller of the two off of the ground into a bone-crushing hug before panicking and rubbing his stomach, apologizing for crushing the tiny life growing inside his boyfriend.
Reality hit two weeks later when the decided that they had to tell everyone and they had to figure something out. They had another couple months of touring that had to be cancelled, or changed severely to accommodate Billie’s current condition. And that meant having to deal with bitchy band members and record label people, not to mention thousands of disappointed fans. The thought alone caused Billie to lock himself in their walk-in closet and sob until Mike broke down the door and pulled him out into the light.
They told the guys three hours later and were met with nothing but congratulations and sloppy kisses from Tre. They worked out the tour issue, with a promise to do those dates, or most of those dates, after the baby was born and around for a few months.
Month 4
By the time Billie reached the start of his second trimester, he was beyond ecstatic. The puking had pretty much come to an end and he was actually starting to show. He would spend upwards of thirty minutes standing in front of the bathroom mirror just staring at his slowly expanding waistline, his hands tracing the pale skin that was housing his child for the next few months.
Mike just shook his head and grinned each time he caught his boyfriend staring at his reflection. He would press kisses across Billie’s stomach and tell him that the moment he starts bitching about being fat Mike was so not listening. Billie would shove him away and laugh, telling his boyfriend that he was never going to bitch about being fat because this was their child growing inside of him.
He started bitching about being fat eight days later while out shopping with Adrienne. The woman seemed to be the only person that Billie shop with because he claimed that he was too embarrassed about his hugeness to be around anyone else. Because she understood how he felt because she had been pregnant twice before. She hadn’t known whether or not she should take this statement as a compliment but went along anyways, tossing her head back and laughing the first time Billie broke down in a dressing room about his fatness.
His kids were the next ones to hear him complain about being fat after he bumped into not one, but both of them with his tiny stomach while they attempted to cook supper together one night. He had mumbled some sort of apology that ended with him calling himself fat and glaring down at his stomach while both boys hid their laughter behind their hands and swore up and down that Jakob had just told a funny joke when Billie’s glare moved from his stomach and onto his laughing sons.
By the end of the fourth month everyone, including his neighbours to the left and across the street, had heard about Billie’s sudden fatness that was ruining his life. He took to wearing oversized t-shirts and ratty sweats because none of his clothes fit, or so he said, and refused to let Mike see him naked for two weeks straight.
That ended when Mike forced him to dress up and go out in public. They didn’t make it out the front door after Billie caught sight of his reflection in the hall mirror and decided that actually, the stomach wasn’t that bad and didn’t look all that fat when covered with a new shirt and jeans. They decided to forget about the date and instead fuck on the living room couch.
Mike woke up to Billie staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror the next morning, a smile spread across his face.
Month 5
They found out they were having a little girl when Billie had just passed the completion of his fourth month. Their obstetrician told them that she wasn’t one hundred percent sure because it was still a little early but that they were, most likely, going to blessed with a bundle of pink blankets at the end of the ordeal. Billie had just nodded, tears shining in his eyes because was finally getting the baby girl that he had always wanted.
He insisted that Mike drive to the mall immediately after the appointment and ended up dropping too much money on too many girly clothes, half of which wouldn’t fit the baby until she was at least six months old. Mike didn’t say anything, because he was a good, caring boyfriend, and instead just stood back and watched as Billie tore apart the store with the excitement of a four-year old in a candy store. He wanted to hold his head and groan at the amount the register displayed at the end of it all but didn’t, because Billie was too damn happy and he knew that a happy Billie ended with sex.
The month went on with more impromptu shopping trips and one white dresser filled over half-way with baby clothes in pastel colours and pink, too much pink. But Mike didn’t argue and instead presented Billie with a soft pink teddy bear that had caused his boyfriend’s eyes to shine and his lips to end up bruised from the kisses that he received.
Mike quickly learned that mentioning their little girl would earn a smile and a kiss from Billie and ended up going out of the way to drop a ‘she’ or a ‘baby girl’ into nearly every sentence spoken about the baby. They ended up fucking in nearly every room of their house because happy Billie mixed with crazy pregnancy hormones meant that nearly every kiss turned into something more.
When they went back at the end of the month for another appointment and the doctor confirmed that they were having a girl Billie disconnected their phone line and locked them in the master bedroom for the rest of the weekend.
Afterwards, when Tre asked what exactly went down that weekend, Mike just told him that Billie was apparently extremely happy about having a baby girl. He forgot to mention that Billie hadn’t shut up about the colour pink and curly hair for the entire weekend, which had kind of ruined the mood. But only kind of.
Month 6
When the baby started really moving around at the start of the sixth month, Billie had grumbled about it and swore loudly at his stomach. He ended up shoving Mike out of the bed and onto the floor the moment his boyfriend mumbled something about want to feel. And when Mike had tried to climb back into the bed Billie kicked at his stomach, rather weakly due to being tired and pregnant, and claimed that that was how it felt. Mike didn’t mention wishing to feel the baby kick for another few days.
Not until the boys, and Estelle, were over for the weekend and the five of them were situated in the living room watching Joey moan about losing some racing game to his younger brother because that just wasn’t fair. Mike had been too into watching the game, and the argument, play out that he hadn’t noticed that his daughter was resting her hands on Billie’s stomach until she let out a rather loud squeal of delight that caused everyone’s head to turn in her direction.
After she claimed that the baby had just kicked her hand the boy’s left their video game, paused and waiting for their return, to shove their own hands onto their father’s swollen stomach. They all let out their own whoops and exclamations of joy when they felt the kicks against their hands. By the time they grew bored and turned back to the game, Estelle joining in and also beating Joey at the game that he apparently was the best at, Billie was back to moaning and swearing about just how much the kicking hurt. He pushed Mike’s curious hands away and mumbled something about going to take a bath.
When Billie started nearing the end of his sixth month, and the start of his third trimester, he finally caved and let Mike run his hands across the stretched skin of his stomach. He felt the fluttering movements inside and grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hand and moved it from the left side to the right and told him to just wait, that she was waking up.
Once Mike felt the tiny kick, followed by a much harder one, he lifted Billie off the ground and spun him around in a quick circle. That move ended with Billie kicking at Mike’s legs and both of them tumbling to the floor with Mike jumping into doctor-mode the minute Billie’s ass made contact with the ground.
After that Billie let Mike touch his stomach and feel the kicks whenever he wanted too. Well, he allowed it after Mike promised that he would never, ever, lift him off the ground again for the remainder or the pregnancy and possibly his life.
Month 7
It wasn’t until the start of Billie’s third trimester that they started discussing baby names. Mike came home one day from the bookstore with a book of names and a large hot chocolate for Billie. He had handed the paper cup to his boyfriend before sitting down next to him on the couch and beginning to flip through the rather thick book. They spent that first afternoon laughing over possible names and ended up with a list of names that they would not, in a million years, name their child.
The next time they took out the book they noticed corners folded down and certain names highlighted in pink, yellow and orange. They found a piece of paper that told them which colour belonged to which child and spent the night looking through the names that their children liked. There were a few names that were highlighted with a mess of colours and they took these ones as being the ones that all three had agreed on. They added those names to a list of good names and tore up the list of horrible names.
The piece of paper with the possible names was stuck on the refrigerator door and was studied by everyone in the house at least once a day. Mike began to find Billie standing in front of the list more often than he stood in front of the mirror and just laughed each time his boyfriend made lists of pros and cons for each name. He told him that no matter what they named their child it would be awesome just because it was theirs. And Billie had grinned back at him and nodded his head before turning away from the list and kissing his way down Mike’s neck.
Mike learned in that seventh month that names were fucking hard to choose, Billie’s pregnancy hormones were still running crazy and that books of baby names was apparently something to sob over. Billie had tried to tell Mike that he was crying over the movie playing across the TV screen but Mike knew better. The night after he found Billie crying on the couch he convinced his boyfriend to tell him the truth and Billie broke down and sobbed about the fact that they were never going to find a perfect name.
Mike studied the list for hours that night and, by the time Billie stumbled into the kitchen at two in the morning to search for god knows what, he had a new sheet of paper stuck up on the fridge that just read: Sophia Jade Pritchard.
Billie had made his way back up to the master bedroom and had hit Mike on the side of the head for just using his last name but quickly got over that to tell him that it was the perfect name for their little princess.
Month 8
The start of the eighth month brought about a whole new mess of issues and tears with anything, and everything, that concerned Billie Joe and the baby. The band was dealing with the knowledge that their musical was debuting on the Broadway stage in less than two months and Billie was dealing with the fact that he was tired and cranky and fucking huge and he had to actually be seen by people.
The weeks before heading up to New York City were spent with Billie moaning and bitching about not having anything to wear as he tossed all of his clothes out of his closet and onto the bedroom floor. He dragged Mike, Adrienne, Tre, his children, basically anyone who would go with him, to the mall every chance he got. By the time they were ready to leave for the city, Billie had a new wardrobe of clothes that he knew he would look horrible in come the end of the month.
Getting to New York wasn’t a problem, minus Billie glaring at Mike for the entire plane ride and later bitching him out in the hotel room for bumping into his stomach. Mike ended up spending that first night in Tre’s room after making the mistake of calling Billie’s baby bump huge and telling him that it was his fault that they bumped into each other with that giant stomach.
The next couple weeks didn’t go any smoother. They did the previews for the musical and the talks that went along with them. Billie glared at anyone who dared mention his pregnancy and tried his hardest to cover the stomach that was impossible to hide. When one daring fan managed to lay her hand across his bump, he told her to fuck off and spent the rest of the day locked in his hotel room. He found her the next day, waiting around the theatre, and apologized for being a bitch.
Of course, when she tried to ask him about the baby he ended up glaring into her eyes and telling her to mind her own fucking business, before breaking down and apologizing until Mike pushed him into the building. From that moment on Mike took all the questions regarding Billie’s pregnancy while his boyfriend pouted next to him, swearing loudly every single time their little girl kicked at him from inside.
Month 9
By the time Billie reached the first few days of his ninth month of pregnancy he was in full out bitch-mode as Mike liked to call it. Snapping at anyone who looked at his stomach and locking Mike out of the hotel room for hours on end. He even went as far as to yell at both of his children for one small comment about a cool pair of baby shoes that they had found while searching the city with their mother. He was miserable, tired and sore and wanted nothing more than to get his little girl out of his body.
He ended up spending one night searching up ways to speed up labour on the internet and tried to get Mike to help him get Sophia the hell out of him. Mike had refused and spent the rest of the night cuddling an extremely grumpy Billie Joe while his boyfriend alternated between cursing him out and crying on his shoulder.
The month progressed in a similar fashion. Billie didn’t know what to do with himself for the most part and spent his good days piling up on more baby shit than any infant needed. Mike just stood back and watched in horror as Billie would come back to the hotel room and dump out bag after bag of tiny outfits, toys and stuffed animals. He kept his mouth shut and avoided telling Billie that their daughter didn’t need anything else because everyone quickly learned that ending one of Billie’s good days came with an outcome that was almost worse than death.
When it was time for the musical to make its Broadway debut, Billie was nearing thirty-eight weeks and refused to be seen in public. It took both Mike and Tre to attempt to get him to break this and ended with Adrienne being the one to get him dressed and out of the hotel. The night passed by in a blur that ended with Billie falling asleep on Mike’s shoulder and Billie moaning about back pain the entire ride back to the hotel.
Two days later Billie went into labour. While Billie was being taken to his own hospital room, Mike was sitting in another with a doctor tending to his swollen eye and nose that had nearly been broken by Billie’s fist. The rest of the day went on with no more punches but a grip on Mike’s hand that he swore bruised all of his fingers. Billie moaned and yelled and swore at Mike for hours on end, glaring into the other man’s blue eyes and vowing that he was never, fucking ever, doing this again.
The night ended at two sixteen in the morning with a bundle of pink blankets being placed in Billie’s arms and apologizes pouring out of his mouth in slurred words, green eyes drooping with the effort of trying to stay awake. Mike just kissed the side of his head and told him it was okay before reaching out to stroke one long finger across his baby’s cheek.
And in that moment they both forgot about the fights, the bruised face and the mountain of baby things that they had accumulated over the past few months and instead focused on the tiny, breathing bundle of pink that was resting in Billie’s arms. So, she wasn’t planned and she couldn’t have chosen a worst time to come but she was theirs and she was perfect.
When they went back to their home a week and a half later they were greeted by their friends and family and a pink and purple banner that welcomed their baby Sophia into her new home and in that moment they both decided that maybe this was quite possibly the best mistake they had ever made.
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Just a little note to anyone who reads these...
This might or might not turn into a universe of sorts.
So I might end up writing some other one-shots and short stories to go along with this same frame of mind.
Just thought I'd throw that out there :)