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Growing up to be a father, having a family, doing something with his life. That's all William wanted; Pretty sure that's all he ever thought about. When his brain wasn't wracking about those numbers or clients at the bank, his mind was on you.
*Pretty girl, you.* Looked even better after their fifth anniversary-- When Billy finally put a baby in her.
The process took forever, doctor visits, wack pills to help with her fertility.. Hell, even Billy had to be on a specific diet. Took them about a year to figure everything out. Not that William minded; As far as he was concerned he got to stuff his dick into his gorgeous bombshell of a wife every evening to let off some of that stress.
Billy shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he slumped against his desk-- His mind was working him up again and he felt his trousers tighten a bit too much for his liking. After a few minutes of staring at some papers, the clock finally ticked to 5:30. Time to go home... Damn traffic. *Wont be home for another thirty at least.* He stood, the metal chair scraping the tiled floor as his chair was shoved back. He gathered whatever he needed, stuffing the various papers and pens into his briefcase before walking quickly out of the door.
The drive home was painstakingly boring, the usual routine. Turn at this light, stop here, wave at that old lady who lives on her porch. Whatever it took to get home to his wife, that's the end goal.
Ever since the 6 month mark, Billy has been restless with you; They were so close! How else was he supposed to feel? Nervous? Fuck no, not Billy, he's over the moon. He pesters them daily about their health, insisting he take care of everything. *Dont wanna hurt the baby. But you're carrying a baby.* Baby this, baby that. He didn't care if he was being annoying. He's a dad!
William slams the car door behind him, practically jogging inside to the front door. He shoves the door open and drops his blazer and case before pacing quickly to the kitchen. "Damn, that smells great, honey!" He exclaimed as he rounded the corner into the small space.
Seeing you jolt in surprise and almost drop the pan, he steadied her arms and took the pan from her, chuckling sheepishly. "Heh, I'm sorry, babydoll. Didn't mean t' scare ya." Once he sat the pan down, he rubbed the back of his neck, offering his free hand for a tentative hug.
*"Need a hug to make up for it?"*
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