Request: bringing home newborn baby girl, cute cuddly daddy Bill ensues. Hope you like it! 💙
Bill’s got a particular way with children; they just naturally flock to him. You’re not sure whether it’s because he’s been around children for most of his life, but he exudes this natural ability to be at ease around them and they absolutely love it.
So when you took that pregnancy test nine months ago (almost to the day) and a miniscule pink plus sign appeared amidst the sea of white, you honestly didn’t think you’d ever seen Bill happier. He peered down at that little window for what felt like hours, and when he lifted his green eyes to yours, they were glistening brightly. “It’s going to be a boy.” He had murmured excitedly.
“You don’t know that for sure, my love.” You were about to home a person in your belly for the next nine and a half months, and the only thing you cared about was that it was healthy. Over the course of those months, Bill was the absolute best partner you could have ever asked for. Late night stops at the local grocery store for soda crackers and habanjero jelly, and even later nights running you scalding bubble baths at three in the morning. You had decided at the beginning not to know the gender of the baby, though Bill had held fast to the idea that there would be yet another heir to the Skarsgård throne.
So it comes as a complete surprise to you both that when 5:47 am rolls around on September 24th, you have the most beautiful baby girl wedged within your grasp. A full head of bright blonde hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes. At five pounds six ounces, Bill is completely and totally head over heels for her. “You did so, so amazing baby.” He murmurs, pressing his lips gently to your forehead.
Stepping into your home later that evening, with the baby carrier wedged in one hand, and Bill’s much larger hand closed around yours, you’re quite sure you’ve never felt happier. Bill disappears for a few minutes and when he comes back, it’s to tell you that there’s a candlelit bath waiting for you and to head straight to bed when you’re finished. You’re really in no position to argue so you plant a kiss to his cheek and make off in the direction of the washroom.
When you emerge from your bedroom six hours later, it’s to the sound of complete and total silence. You pad your way through the house, stopping in the doorway of your baby daughters room. The lights are soft, a playlist of classical music plays quietly in the background and in the corner of the room, Bill sits fast asleep in the wooden rocking chair. Curled up sleeping, in the crook of his neck is your twentyfour hour old baby girl. He’s obviously dressed her for the day; she wears a pink satin headband around her head and a light pink snuggly. Wide open on his lap sits his favourite book as a child. He must have been in the middle of reading it to her when he fell asleep. You’re sure it didn’t take much longer for her to drop off either. You’re about to leave the room to let them be but Bill suddenly stirs and opens his eyes. It takes a moment to remember where he is and when he does he just closes his eyes and grins from ear to ear. He makes a move to get up with her. “Don’t move babe she’s sleeping!” You whisper.
“I have to pee!” Bill whispers back. You watch tentatively as Bill slowly tries to lift her off of his shoulder, being as careful as possible not to wake her. He’s halfway to the wooden cradle when she opens her eyes, is silent for half a beat and then starts screaming. He brings her back to his shoulder and places a large hand over her back, rubbing it soothingly. “Shhh baby girl. It’s okay. It’s alright.” She cries a few seconds longer and you watch, transfixed, as she completely settles down again, cooing softly into his shoulder. “See?” Bill winks, turning to you. “I’m a natural.”