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billy hargrove as a dad

- when you first found out you were pregnant you were nervous as to how you were going to tell him - it wasn’t something you two had planned - you had only talked about having kids once or twice but it was nothing serious - you had graduated only two weeks ago and you were both still so young - and billy - you honestly didn’t know if he would want this - yet you knew that you would eventually have to tell him - you decided to wait in the living room for billy to finally enter that door - when he arrived he was confused to see you sitting still on the couch - “what’s going on, baby?” “did someone hurt you?” - asking him to sit down you took his hand - “i don’t know how you’re going to react to this” “but please remember, i love you more than anything in the world, it doesn’t matter what we plan to do when i tell you but please don’t leave me” tears started filling your eyes - he reached out and pulled you into his lap - his left hand rested on your waist as he cupped your cheek with the other “you can tell me anything, you know” “i would never leave,” “i’m pregnant, billy” - he froze - his hand falling from your cheek, his eyes wide open - “you’re,” he repeated shakily “pregnant?” you nodded quietly - silence filled the room - “say something, billy please”  - he finally looked up when you grabbed his hand - “you’re pregnant” he said again, this time more confidently “my god” before you could say anything he pulled your body against his “fuck, you’re pregnant” he kissed your forehead  - you felt your heart stop as you realized he wasn’t angry - wrapping your arms around his neck your cried out loud, happy - “fuck, baby” he started again “i’m going to be a dad” - he’s so fucking cute omg - he would go around and be so excited - and omg when your stomach started to develop a bump he would be over the moon - but like in a lowkey, cool type of way - he would keep reminding you not to drink - or eat certain foods - he ended up confiscating coffee, having heard it wasn’t good for pregnant women “billy, jesus christ, i just want my damn coffee you jerk”  - he simply kissed you “it’s for your own good, baby”  - as time passed, you noticed how he was visibly trying to cut back on the smoking and the drinking - and now, when you were driving around, he seemed more cautious  - he loved cuddling with you even more now - whenever he thought you were asleep, he would rest his hand on your stomach, talking softly to your baby - “hey, kid” “it’s your dad again” he would talk for what seemed like hours about his day and you of course “you go easy on your mother, yeah?” - uwu - you caught him in the act once - he was so fucking embarrassed it was adorable - “i love you, billy” “shut up”he buried his face in his hands, groaning as you cooed at him, playing with his newly braided hair

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dating billy hargrove would include

- first of all - car dates - like just driving around town - hard rock music blasting from the radio - and you trying to sing along with billy can’t help but smile - you’d totally try and get to sing along - and you’d totally succeed - it’s fucking cute - ahem also - car sex - rough car sex - he’d be the first one to say “i love you” but you’d say it right back - anyways, aside from car dates, billy loves staying home with you - laying in his bed and talking - or listening to music together - or having sex - a lot of pda - expect him to always have his arm around your waist - or his hand on your ass - especially if any of your friends are around - he is very protective of you and wants everyone to know who you belong to - he’s a hickey guy, both giving and receiving - he’d pick you up for school every day - and on the way there, you’d talk with max - she loved you - skateboard buddies with max btw - convincing billy to be nicer to his sister - him offering you smokes only to scrunch your nose  - “they smell horrible, please stop smoking all the time” - “no can do, baby” - “then i won’t kiss you anymore” he cut you off with a kiss -  but like he would try his best to cut back on the smoking if you were really against it - omg and kisses - forehead kisses just - ugh he’d be so fucking cute about it too - he would usually kiss you on the forehead as a greeting - “good morning, princess” kiss - and all the nicknames good god - baby - baby girl - babe - princess - sweet cheeks - the list goes on - you met back when he first transferred to your school - the first time you saw him was in the parking lot - he stepped out of his car and winked at you - truthfully flustering you - you hurried on your way and saw him again in your class - he was sitting behind you - “hey, baby” you gulped before sitting down “hi” “i’m billy, billy hargrove” - he’d keep his eyes on you throughout the class - poking at you every five minute - “billy, oh my god, what is it?” “meet me after school, parking lot” - you simply did as told, honestly a little nervous - he came waltzing out of the school, a lit cigarette in his mouth - “let’s go for a shake”  - and so you did - surprisingly having a lot of fun together - he couldn’t figure you out - you just felt so different from all the other girls he’d ever met - you were so sweet - and caring - and really fucking cute - on your way home, he’d notice you shivering and throw you his jacket - “but you’ll get a cold,” “i don’t get sick” he gave a subtle smile - and so you simply pulled on his jacket - tbh the leather jacket didn’t exactly go with the rest of your outfit but he absolutely loved how it looked on you - probably ‘cause it was his  - you continued talking  - going out as often as possible - shakes, car, movie and arcade dates were common - he hates the arcade but he loved how you lit up whenever you beat your record in any of those stupid games - he’s won a shit ton of plushies for you - you know from the those claw machines that scam for you fro way too much money lol -  “i’m going to get that fucking bunny for you, babe and that’s that” - playing with his hair and braiding it - listening to his complains about his excuse of a father - he’d have to hold you back so you wouldn’t go and do something stupid - cleaning his wounds after a fight  - “stop fighting,” “he was asking for it” “you’re an idiot” “your idiot” he’d grin - offering him to stay with you when he’s had enough of it - him opening up to you about his mother - sleeping together - his head tucked under your chin as you run your fingers through his hair - his arms wrapped tightly around your waist - finally feeling at ease - god he loved you more than words could describe