I WANNA DO IT TOO billie eilish
warnings; pregnancy journey, ivf, mentions of nausea and what comes after it, labor, breastfeeding, crying, screaming… (tell me if i missed anything pleeeeaseeee)
an; this is like… 20 pages long on my notes app, so buckle up. Also, thanks to my sweet angel @verysweetly for helping me with the comments of the last part (read to find outt)
The house was finally quiet.
Not silent — never silent with three kids under six — but quiet enough that the creaks of the floorboards and the soft humming of the baby monitor felt loud again. One of the twins, Ava, was still half asleep against your chest, tiny hand curled around your shirt while she breastfed lazily in the dim amber light of your bedside lamp.
You looked exhausted. Not miserable. Never miserable. Just lived-in exhausted. The kind that came with loving your life so much it drained every ounce of energy from you.
The bedroom door opened softly and Billie walked in wearing one of your hoodies and plaid pajama pants, dark hair messy, face sleepy. Shark followed right behind her, immediately jumping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
You smiled softly. “You finally got Sophia down?”
Billie nodded before climbing onto the bed beside you carefully, resting her head against your shoulder while Ava continued nursing.
For a minute, neither of you said anything. The sound of your daughter swallowing quietly and Billie tracing circles against your thigh being the only sound in the room– although you could hear shark snore now and then too.
Out of nowhere, she whispered, almost too softly “I know we said they were gonna be the last ones…” looking down at your baby.
You looked down at her immediately but she didn’t look up. Her eyes stayed on Ava instead.
“But after seeing you carry our babies…” she murmured, voice unsteady now, “I think I want to do it too.”
Finally she looked at you, nervous in a way Billie almost never was anymore. “I want to carry too.” And the room went still.
For years Billie had talked about how pregnancy terrified her. The pain. Losing control of her body. The vulnerability of it. Every time you’d been pregnant, Billie had hovered around you like an anxious shadow, terrified something would happen.
And now she was asking for it herself. “You’re serious?” you asked carefully.
Billie nodded slowly. “I wanna know what it feels like,” she admitted. “To feel them kick. To grow one of our babies. I don’t know… I just…” She laughed shakily. “I think I want it.”
Your heart physically hurt looking at her, because she sounded scared, but she was certain that she wanted this.
Ava popped off your breast sleepily with a tiny sigh, milk drunk and half unconscious already. Billie smiled immediately, brushing the little curls off her daughter’s forehead.
“You know if we do this,” you whispered, “this is really it.”
Billie looked around the room. At the discarded toys around your bedroom floor. The baby monitor sitting by your nightstand. The tiny socks on the dresser that still have to be folded.
The one family picture standing on the floor, the one you both still needed to hang up.
She then looked back at you. “I know.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “But… I love this life.”
And God, you did too. Even if it was messy. Loud. Chaotic. Exhausting. It was perfect, it was what you both dreamt of since you were 15, and now, she was asking for one last thing, being the one to carry your last baby. So you kissed her softly and whispered against her mouth. “One last baby.”
Billie grinned instantly. “yeah,” she whispered back.
Neither of you had any idea how wrong the word one was about to become.
The hormones hit Billie like a truck. One week into the IVF process and she was already dramatically sprawled across the couch groaning while –Luca, your six year old son– built Lego towers beside her.
“I think I’m dying,” Billie mumbled into a pillow.
“You said that yesterday too,” you reminded her while preparing the injection.
“Because I was ALSO dying yesterday.”
Luca looked up immediately. “Mama, don’t die.”
Billie lifted her head just enough to smile weakly. “Okay. For you, I’ll try.”
The twins waddled into the living room right then, coming from their room after doing whatever malicious thing they did back there. Immediately they spotted the syringe in your hand. Sophia gasped.
“A pokey?” she said, referring to the needle.
Ava looked horrified, cause at only two years old, they didnt understand what was happening. “Mama sick?”
“No, baby,” you laughed softly. “It helps Mama get the baby.”
Both girls stared at Billie in complete confusion. “Why stick tummy?” Ava asked sadly.
Billie sighed dramatically. “Because apparently babies are expensive.”
You snorted while Billie held your hand through the injection, squeezing hard enough to almost cut circulation off.
The process was exhausting. The hormones made Billie emotional and irritable in ways she wasn’t used to. She cried because the grocery store stopped carrying a specific cereal. She got nauseous randomly. She slept constantly because her body hurt before she was even pregnant.
At three in the morning one night, you found her curled on the bathroom floor beside the toilet, eyes glassy with exhaustion. “Baby…” you whispered softly.
Billie looked up miserably. “My stomach hates me.”
You sat beside her immediately, rubbing slow circles into her back while Shark rested his head in Billie’s lap protectively. “You okay?”
“No,” she groaned. “But keep rubbing, feels good.”
So you did. And even exhausted and hormonal and miserable, Billie still reached for your hand every single time.
Billie refused to look at the test. Absolutely refused. “Nope,” she said instantly, pacing the bathroom. “You look.”
“You look.” she said too harsh at first, immediately regretting it. “please.” she added then.
Your hands were shaking as you picked it up from the counter. Everything was silent, even Billie’s steps were silent. Your entire body froze and Billie noticed immediately. Her face dropping, her stomach churned.
“Oh,” she whispered. “It didn’t work.”
You couldn’t answer, sudden tears were filling your eyes so fast you couldn’t breathe. Billie stared at you in confusion. “Wait… wait, no, baby, what?” Her voice cracked. “Tell me.”
You looked up at her finally, crying already. “You’re pregnant.”
That made Billie stop moving. Actually stopped breathing. “What?”
“You’re pregnant,” you repeated shakily, laughing through tears now. “It worked.”
The sound that left Billie’s mouth was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Oh my God.”
She covered her mouth with both hands before collapsing into you completely, crying against your shoulder while you held her just as tightly. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered like she couldn’t believe the words existed.
And suddenly both of you were crying in the bathroom while the twins banged on the door yelling about waffles.
Billie filmed everything. Absolutely everything. The waiting room of the private clinic, thanking god no one was there to spot you too, or the internet would have found out already.
Your intertwined hands, although yours where a little shaky, you could hear on the tape “Gosh i hate being on the other side of this.”
Cause truth was that you did, not knowing if you were doing good enough for her. But she always reassured you were doing more than okay.
She also filmed the little paper bracelet on her wrist making sure she turned her wrist enough to be able to see all of it.
“You’re being annoying,” you whispered while she pointed the camera at you.
“This is historical footage.”
“You said that during Ava’s diaper explosion too.”
“Because it was historic.”
The technician laughed softly as Billie climbed onto the table.
Everything felt light and easy. Until it didn’t.
He applied the cold gel on Billie's tummy, spreading it around before placing the wand on it. Moving it around till the screen flickered.
“Okay, lets see how this baby is do–” the technician went quiet. Suddenly stopping his talk.
You noticed instantly. “Why did you stop talking?”
The man blinked once before smiling carefully. “Well…” He turned the monitor slightly toward you both. “There are two heartbeats.”
And silence invaded the room. Billie stared at the screen. You stared at Billie. The tiny flickering sounds filled the room. Then Billie started laughing. Not normal laughing.
Actual hysterical panic laughing. “No,” she wheezed. “No fucking way.”
You nearly fainted. “TWINS?”
The technician looked amused. “Yeah...”
Billie laughed so hard tears started falling down her face while you sat there looking like your soul had temporarily left your body. And for a second, it felt like it actually did.
And in a second, her laugh completely died, turning into silent tears, where you could only hold her hand and rub small circles in the back of it.
The drive home was dead silent. At least until Billie whispered from the passenger seat “It was supposed to be one.”
You glanced at her. But before you could speak she did for you. “The twins are still too young for another pair of ‘em.”
“I know.” Was the only thing you managed to get out.
Billie looked down at the ultrasound pictures in her lap.
You reached over slowly, taking her hand. “We’ll get through it,” you promised quietly.
Billie squeezed your hand tightly. “I know,” she whispered back. “We always do”
And somehow that made it less terrifying.
Luca understood immediately.
You and Billie sat all three kids on the couch while Shark shoved himself between everyone dramatically. “We have something to tell you guys,” Billie said carefully.
Luca’s eyes widened instantly. “You’re having a baby?”
Billie blinked. “How did you—”
“You threw up this morning. And you’ve been poking needles like mummy did with them” He said, pointing at the twins.
You burst out laughing, you always knew he was a very smart kid, but you didnt expect that.
“Well…” you smiled, “actually…” Billie held up the ultrasound photo. “There’s two babies.”
Luca’s jaw dropped. “WAIT. TWO babies? Like Sophia and Ava?”
“Exactly like Sophia and Ava.”
The twins had absolutely no idea what was happening. “BABIES!” Sophia screamed excitedly. “BABIES!” Ava copied immediately.
Then Ava climbed directly into Billie’s lap, pressing both tiny hands against her stomach. “Babies in mama.”
From that day on, every morning started the same way. Sophia and Ava leaving a tiny kiss against Billie’s stomach. “Morning babies.”
And every single time Billie melted completely.
Family dinner was chaos as per usual. You had invited Billie’s family over to tell the news, having practiced many times how you were gonna do it.
Luca practically vibrated with excitement the entire meal while the twins kept whispering “secret secret secret” to each other.
Finneas narrowed his eyes immediately. “What are you all hiding?”
Billie smirked. “Nothing.”
But that lasted about thirty seconds.
Ava suddenly pulled the ultrasound pictures out from under the table proudly.
Luca stood up immediately.
“There’s babies on the way!”
Silence was made for a second, a second that lasted too short, and then turned into absolute chaos.
Maggie was crying like she did the last two times. Patrick yelling “OH MY GOD.” Genuinely not expecting it this time. Claudia covered her mouth, although it was almost in the floor. And Finneas looked genuinely terrified for you both.
“One wasn’t dramatic enough apparently,” Billie groaned.
Ava pointed proudly at Billie’s stomach. “On mama belly!”
Billie, already overstimulated and emotional, snapped before she could stop herself. “NO, Ava—”
Making the room instantly freeze.
Ava’s tiny face crumbled instantly as she ran straight to you, bursting into tears.
Billie looked horrified immediately. “Oh my God.” Because she never yelled at the kids. Ever.
“It was me who was supposed to say that.” she added, eyes already tearing up, looking at you for reassurance, and you stretched your hand and took hers in yours, not wanting to make her feel alone even if your daughter was needing of your support too.
Dinner recovered eventually, but later that night Billie sat quietly beside Ava’s bed while your daughter played sleepily with a stuffed bunny.
“Hey baby?” Billie whispered.
Ava looked up immediately like nothing had even happened.
“I’m sorry I yelled earlier.”
Ava blinked, then shrugged. “Otay.”
Billie actually started crying, because Ava had already forgotten it. But Billie wouldn’t forget the look on her face for weeks.
Pregnancy did not make Billie glow.It destroyed her.
By ten weeks, she was throwing up so often that Luca had started bringing her crackers without being asked, and the twins automatically patted her back every time they heard coughing from the bathroom.
One morning, Billie ran out of an interview halfway through because the smell of someone’s coffee made her gag.
Another day she cried for twenty minutes because water “tasted aggressive.”
“Aggressive?” you repeated carefully.
Billie looked genuinely offended. “Yes.”
You laughed so hard she almost cried again.
The prenatals became an entire battle on their own. “They’re huge,” Billie complained dramatically, staring at the vitamin like it had personally insulted her family.
“You swallowed three ibuprofen dry yesterday.”
“That was different.” she sighed dramatically.
“I was suffering artistically.”
Most nights ended the same way lately. Billie sick. Billie exhausted. Billie curled against you while you rubbed slow circles into her lower back in the dark.
At three in the morning one night, she whispered miserably into your chest “How did you do this two times?”
You kissed the top of her head softly. “You’re doing it now.”
She shook her head immediately. “No, you were all calm and pretty and glowy.”
You snorted. “Billie, I threw up on a Target employee when I was pregnant with Luca. And I remind you, I was alone with Sully cause you couldn't walk around, already being too famous.” And that made her laugh.
Even Shark became weirdly protective.
Every time Billie got sick, the dog appeared instantly, following her from room to room like a giant anxious bodyguard. If she locked herself in the bathroom, Shark would lay outside the door whining until she came back out.
The horse incident became family legend almost immediately. Billie insisted on visiting the stable because she “missed the horses.”
Ten minutes later she was kneeling in the dirt beside the fence violently throwing up while one of the horses watched her with visible concern.
You crouched beside her trying not to laugh. “You okay?”
Billie wiped her mouth dramatically before sitting back against the fence. “No.” Then she started laughing. Actual tears streaming down her face, exhausted hysterical laughing while you laughed too.
“I look insane,” she wheezed.
“I’m never getting pregnant again.”
“You say that every morning.”
“Because every morning is horrible.”
But later that same night, you caught her standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her hoodie lifted slightly, fingertips brushing over the tiny swell beginning to form.
And the smile on her face made every miserable second worth it.
Luca took his role as older brother very seriously, sometimes even terrifyingly seriously.
By the second trimester, he acted like Billie was made entirely of glass.
One afternoon Billie groaned softly while trying to stand up from the couch, and before you could even move, Luca was already there offering both tiny hands to help her.
Billie stared at him emotionally. “Thank you, bug.”
“I’m strong now,” he informed her proudly.
At one interview, Billie had barely sat down before the interviewer jokingly asked if she’d still been exercising lately.
Before Billie could answer, Luca — sitting beside her because he refused to leave her alone that day — immediately interrupted “My mama has twins in her belly. She can’t run.”
Making Billie burst out laughing while the entire crew melted.
At night, Luca got even softer. One particularly bad evening around seven months, the pain hit Billie hard. Twin pregnancy was heavy. Exhausting. Constant pressure against her hips and spine.
You woke up around two in the morning to muffled crying beside you. Billie was trying so hard to stay quiet.
“Baby…” you whispered instantly.
“I’m sorry, just– my back hurts too bad,” she admitted shakily. You sat up immediately, helping her breathe through it while rubbing her lower back carefully.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open. Luca stood there sleepily holding his blanket. “Mama?”
Billie wiped her eyes quickly. “Hi baby.”
He climbed into bed without a word, carefully pressing himself against her side. His tiny warm hands rubbed her arm awkwardly. “It’s okay mama,” he whispered sleepily. “I got you.”
Billie broke instantly. Actually started crying harder while pulling him into her chest.
And you swore in that moment she’d never loved anything more than your children.
The realization hit during breakfast.
Ava was throwing blueberries. Sophia was singing to yogurt. Billie looked half dead from exhaustion. Luca was explaining dinosaurs at full volume.
And you casually said “We literally don’t have enough rooms.”
Billie looked around slowly.
The nursery was already occupied with the twins. Toys were scattered everywhere. Laundry mountains sitting everywhere. Baby things stacked on baby things.
“Hm,” she murmured. You should’ve known that the look on her face meant danger.
Two days later Billie disappeared with realtors.
She refused to explain anything.
Then on Friday afternoon she walked into the kitchen holding coffee and house keys. “I bought a house.”
You nearly dropped Sophia. “YOU WHAT?”
Billie grinned nervously. “Before you get mad—”
“You BOUGHT a HOUSE before talking to me?!”
You didn't say anything, Billie saw your hesitation immediately and attacked.
“Huge land. Eight bedrooms. One for each kid when they’re older, ours, two guest rooms—”
That made you stop “…continue.”
Billie smiled triumphantly. “The horses would have space.”
That was low. Very low. And completely effective.
The first time you saw the house, your breath caught. It didn’t feel cold or celebrity-perfect. It felt alive already. Huge windows. Warm wood floors. Open land stretching forever. A stable in the distance. Space for kids to run. Space for your family to grow.
Billie stood beside you quietly while movers carried boxes inside. “You hate it?” she asked nervously.
You looked over at her. Pregnant. Tired. Hair messy. Hands resting on her stomach automatically. And suddenly you saw it.
You were standing in your future. Loud dinners. Teenagers stomping down hallways. Horses outside. Music echoing through the house. Babies growing up.
Your life expanding right in front of you.
So you kissed her softly and whispered “I love it.”
The relief on Billie’s face was immediate. “Thank God,” she breathed. “Because I already signed everything.”
You laughed so hard you nearly cried.
The nesting hit Billie violently. Suddenly everything had to be perfect.
At thirty weeks pregnant, she sat on the nursery floor surrounded by tiny folded clothes while crying over baby socks. “They’re so SMALL.”
You looked up from incorrectly assembling a crib. “Baby, you’re sobbing over cotton.”
“They’ll have little feet.”
“You’ve literally already had three children.”
Fair enough. The twins “helping” paint the nursery became an absolute disaster.
Sophia somehow got paint in her hair. Ava painted one entire handprint onto Billie’s sweatpants.
Luca attempted to supervise everyone like a tiny exhausted father. “Guys,” he sighed dramatically. “No more wall.”
And that made Billie laughed so hard she had to sit down again.
Late one night, after all the kids were asleep, you found Billie alone in the nursery.
The room glowed softly from the small lamp in the corner. Two cribs sat one at each side of the big window at the wall of the room. Tiny blankets draped over them. Folded clothes waiting to be put in their wardrobe, of course, two pieces of everything in different colors. Stuffed animals already waiting.
Billie sat in the rocking chair quietly, both hands resting over her stomach where the twins shifted beneath her skin.
You leaned against the doorway silently. “She’s kicking?” you whispered.
Billie nodded. Then after a long pause “I’m scared.”
You crossed the room immediately. “Of what babygirl?”
Billie looked down. “That I can’t do this like you did.”
Your heart cracked a little. So you crouched in front of her carefully, taking her hands. “Billie,” you whispered softly, “you already are.”
And when she kissed you after that, it tasted a little like tears.
Pain — Complications — Fear
By the last trimester, pregnancy stopped being exciting and started becoming survival.
Billie was huge. Not in a bad way — she was beautiful, devastatingly beautiful actually — but carrying twins was brutal on her body. Her ankles swelled constantly, her lower back hurt so badly some nights she could barely walk, and sleep became almost impossible.
Every movement looked uncomfortable now. Getting off the couch required effort. Rolling over in bed became a full event. Even breathing seemed harder some days.
One night, around thirty-four weeks, you woke up to Billie gripping the edge of the kitchen counter breathing unevenly.
Your stomach dropped instantly. “What’s wrong?”
Her face tightened. “My stomach keeps tightening.”
You panicked immediately. “Contractions?”
The drive to the doctor felt endless. Maggie and Patrick stayed with the kids and you took Billie to the doctor.
Billie stayed quiet the entire time, one hand gripping yours so tightly your fingers hurt. You could tell she was scared now. Truly scared.
The midwife monitored her for almost an hour before finally reassuring you both.
“Not labor yet,” she explained calmly. “But with twins, her body’s under a lot more pressure. You need rest. Real rest.”
Billie groaned quietly. “I have children,” she deadpanned. “Rest is impossible.”
Even the midwife laughed at that.
But later that night, after the kids were asleep, Billie cried quietly while you rubbed lotion into her swollen feet.
“I get it now,” she whispered suddenly.
Her eyes were glassy. “What you went through.”
Billie shook her head slowly, emotional exhaustion written all over her face.
“I knew pregnancy was hard, but…” She laughed weakly through tears. “Jesus Christ.”
You smiled softly before leaning down to kiss one of her knees.
“You gave me three babies,” she whispered. “You did this two times.”
“And now you’re doing it too.”
Billie looked down at her stomach, both babies shifting visibly beneath her skin.
And despite all the pain, she smiled.
Labor started at 1:47 in the morning.
You remembered the exact time because the sound Billie made ripped you out of sleep instantly.
You sat upright so fast you almost fell off the bed.
Billie stood beside the mattress staring down at herself in horror.
For half a second, neither of you moved, but then chaos exploded.
You launched out of bed directly into the dresser. “OW— fuck— okay okay okay—”
Billie doubled over suddenly with a cry, grabbing the bedpost as the first real contraction hit. “Oh no. Oh no no no—”
Your panic vanished instantly. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”
Billie grabbed your arm so hard it hurt. “It hurts.”
Another contraction slammed into her before she could recover from the first one, making her cry out louder this time.
And that woke the kids. Immediately tiny footsteps were heard, followed by the door opening. Their confused sleepy voices sounded more worried than anything else.
“Mama?” Luca appeared first, eyes wide with panic the second he heard Billie crying again.
“Mama’s crying.” Behind him, the twins started crying too almost instantly, overwhelmed by the noise and confusion.
Everything became loud. Billie was screaming through contractions. Sophia sobbing. Ava crying for you. Luca frozen in fear.
You grabbed your phone immediately. “I’m calling Finneas.”
Billie barely nodded through another contraction.
Finneas arrived twenty minutes later looking half dressed and completely panicked while Claudia rushed in behind him.
“She’s in labor,” you answered breathlessly and right on cue Billie screamed from the bedroom.
The twins hadn’t stopped crying since they first woke up, their little eyes now swollen and red.
Claudia reacted instantly. “Okay, okay, hey girls,” she soothed softly, crouching down. “Wanna go for a car ride with me?”
“No!” Sophia cried. But Ava clung to Claudia anyway, exhausted and overwhelmed.
Eventually Claudia managed to get both girls into the car by promising strawberry ice cream while Finneas stayed with Luca downstairs, the kid insisting she wanted to protect his mama from downstairs.
Still, every time Billie screamed upstairs, Luca flinched. “Is Mama okay?”
Finneas swallowed hard before pulling him close. “She’s okay, buddy,” he promised softly. “Your mama’s just really strong.”
The room they settled at home glowed gold.
The lights were dim. A pool sat in the middle of the room, the water warm in that kind of perfect temperature. Soft voices from the midwives moving calmly around the room.
And in the center of it all was Billie. Destroyed. Sweaty hair stuck to her face. Body trembling. Hands gripping yours desperately while contraction after contraction ripped through her.
You held her face carefully. “Breathe, baby. Breathe with me.”
“I AM BREATHING.” Another scream tore from her throat.
The contractions came fast now, almost no space between them because of the twins. Billie barely had time to recover before another wave hit.
“I can’t do this,” she cried suddenly. “I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” you said immediately. “Look at me. Look at me.”
Billie sobbed openly now. “No I can’t, baby, I can’t, they won’t come out—”
So you climbed fully into the pool behind her. The warm water sloshed around both of you as you pulled her back carefully against your chest, holding her weight when she couldn’t anymore. “There,” you whispered against her damp skin. “I got you.”
Billie cried harder immediately. You held her legs apart for her when she was too exhausted to keep them up herself, one hand locked with hers while the midwives coached her through each push. “You’re doing so good, Billie.”
“I hate this,” she sobbed.
“I hate you a little bit too.”
That made you laugh despite everything. Then suddenly a midwife said “There’s the head.”
Billie screamed so loudly downstairs Luca started crying too. One more push was all it took. And almost immediately your baby cried.
The room changed instantly, relief crashed through Billie so hard she nearly collapsed against you. “Oh my God,” she sobbed.
The midwife lifted the tiny slippery baby carefully. “Here’s the boy.”
Billie cried openly the second they placed him against her chest. “He’s here,” she whispered shakily. You kissed the side of her head over and over.
But then the midwife smiled gently. “One more, Billie.”
Billie looked up in horror, still holding your son, while she screamed “FUCK.”
Because the second labor felt even harder. Her body exhausted now. Shaking. Barely functioning.
But she still pushed. Still fought. Still held your hand hard enough to bruise while you whispered how proud you were after every contraction.
Until finally another cry filled the room. Your babygirl. Billie completely broke down. Both babies were here. Safe and alive.
And suddenly all the pain had somewhere to go.
Silence settled slowly after the chaos.
Not true silence, your house was never silent anymore since the first baby, but enough to be calm around you.
Tiny newborn noises.Water moving softly. Billie’s exhausted breathing. But peaceful. You sat behind Billie in the birthing pool, holding her weak body upright against your chest because she was too tired to sit alone anymore.
One baby rested against her skin. The other slept quietly in your arms. Your top part now naked too, needing to do skin to skin.
Billie stared down at them both like she couldn’t believe they were real, silent tears sliding down her cheeks.
You kissed her bare shoulder gently. “You made it.”
Billie let out a shaky laugh. Then leaned her head back against you completely. “We made it.”
And even though she was exhausted and raw, you swore she looked as beautiful as ever.
A few hours later, Billie was already laying in bed when you heard quiet footsteps approaching the room.
Finneas appeared first carrying Sophia while Luca held Ava’s hand tightly beside him.
The second Ava walked in, her eyes widened dramatically. “Mama nakey.” She said, not even noticing the babies in her arms.
The entire room burst into tired laughter. Billie actually snorted. “Yeah, baby,” she rasped weakly. “Mama nakey.”
Sophia, already overwhelmed by the strangers, the noise and the new babies, immediately burst into tears.
“Mama hold.” She said, sliding off Finneas hip to reach for Billie. She tried climbing directly into the bed despite Billie still being half naked beneath blankets now.
But her mama didn’t hesitate for even a second. “C’mere.”
You carefully helped adjust the babies while Sophia climbed into Billie’s side, curling against her chest instantly, the toddler relaxing the second she touched her.
Luca stayed near the doorway at first. Quiet. Watching carefully.
Then finally he stepped closer. “Are you okay, Mama?”
Billie looked up at him, exhausted beyond words. But she smiled softly anyway and nodded.
Luca stared at the twins for a second before looking back at her. “I’m proud of you.”
That broke Billie instantly.
Fresh tears spilled down her face while she held both Sophia and the newborn against her chest. “Thank you, bug,” she whispered shakily.
The room got emotional enough that Finneas finally cleared his throat dramatically. “So,” he said carefully, “do these tiny humans have names yet?”
You and Billie looked at each other immediately. Then together you said “Milo.” the name of your son. “And Luca chose it, right dude?” You added
Luca grinned proudly. “Because of the song,” he explained to everyone instantly.
“And Madeline,” Billie added softly, making Sophia clap excitedly. “That my baby!” Apparently the twins had heard the name in a movie weeks ago and never let it go afterward.
Finneas looked around the room slowly. Five kids. Two exhausted mothers. Absolute chaos everywhere. But an insane amount of love.
Then he laughed quietly. “This family is insane.”
You looked over at Billie. At your children. At the life you’d built together somehow before turning thirty.
And honestly? He was right. But it was yours. And your 16 year old selves would be beaming if they knew you already had all of this, and together.
Billieeilish, Ynoconnell Milo and Bella O’Connell. 9.16.2028.
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