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You felt the sharp sunlight cover your eye. You knew when you opened them you would have to wake up. You rolled over to try to go back to sleep, but it was too late.
You blinked your eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of them.
Billy was still sound asleep next to you. He’s been such a heavy sleeper since he moved in with you. You had the feeling he hadn’t gotten much good sleep before now.
He still ate like a mad man but you at least now you could convince him to use silverware now.
He’s not perfect. He had a couple episodes when he first moved in. They were honestly really scary. You knew in the future it would happen again. This wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.
He was doing his best though. He seemed to really enjoy helping you with laundry and other chores. Having his company has made them easier.
He really likes cooking with you. But you weren’t planning to make cookies with him again anytime soon, after what happened last time. You’d only stepped out of the kitchen for a couple minutes, but when you came back he had eaten at least half of the dough. He had made a point to save some for you which was sweet, but you still were freaking out a little internally. The good thing was you used pasteurized eggs but he still got an awful gut ache. You ended up eating the cookie dough with some ice cream so it wasn’t really a big loss.
Carefully you lifted yourself out of bed, doing your best not to disturbed Billy sleep. The floor of your apartment felt uncomfortably cold against your feet. Burr.
You pulled on a pair of socks and an old oversized flannel to keep yourself warm.
You strolled into the kitchen. After assessing your ingredients you were sure you could make what you wanted.
You got out your griddle, turned it on and started mixing up your batter. You separated some batter and put chocolate flavoring in it.
You weren’t sure this was going to go well. The griddle had been an impulse buy you made a while ago that has sat in a cupboard since. You would do your best though. But you were sure Billy would be happy with whatever you made him.
The first thing you tried to make was a Christmas tree. Which wasn’t great. But the next thing you made was a pig face. It turned out cute. You could tell what it was meant to be.
As you continued to make pancakes you gained confidence. You were able to make some cartoon characters that you knew Billy liked. You smiled, happy with your work.
Billy brushed his hair out of his face. He looked over to the other side of the bed. He was a little sad to see you were gone but he could hear you in the kitchen. He knew you weren’t really gone .
He was sure when he got out of bed he would get to see you.
He still got nervous sometimes, the idea of you leaving scared him. A lot. But he could trust you. Finally he could trust.
He pulled the blankets up to his face. It had lost some warmth, your warmth. It still smelled a little like you. Almondy and dark. Almost like chocolate. Exceptionally pretty.
He should get up now. If he didn’t he would miss his cartoons.
The moment he opened the bedroom door he smelled pancakes.
“Hey sleepy head.” You giggled. It was so nice to see him up. You’re still not quite used to it. Used to him.
“Y/N made pancakes for Billy?” He asked.
“Yeah I did.”
He made a cute little noise and rushed to get you both plates.
When he saw the pancakes he just stood there, his face wide with shock.
“Do you like them?”
“Billy loves them!” Billy pulled you into a tight hug. He did that a lot. He’s so clingy.
After you managed to pry yourself away from him you both picked out some pancakes. He seemed really excited by the pig pancake and a pancake of a troll character who looked a bit like a hippo. He has an adorable smile on his face.
The pancakes were delightfully fluffy and buttery. The chocolate really added that little something that brought your pancakes to the next level.
You looked across the table to see Billy who was really struggling to cut his pancakes. He’s mumbling angrily under his breath.
“ Filthy, stupid Billy.”
“You want help with that?” You asked.
His face turned red. You couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.
“Could Y/N help Billy?” He sounded nervous, as though expecting you to yell at him.
“Of course.”
You showed him how to use his fork and knife to have more leverage for cutting.
“Mmf?” Billy made a noise that seemed to be asking for input.
“Try holding the knife a little more like this.” You adjusted his hand to make it easier for him to cut.
He cut a row through his pancake, bringing a piece to his mouth.
“Good job.”
He beamed.
After you both finished eating you worked together to do the dishes. You’d worked out a pretty good system where you washed the dishes and Billy dried them and put them away. You’d tried to get him to do the dishes but the wet food and heat was a bit much for him. And you almost enjoy doing them, it’s almost meditative.
As soon as you finished, Billy rushed to the living room to watch his cartoons. You decided to clean a little more, sweeping and wiping down the table.
When you stepped into the living room to saw Billy sitting on the floor in front of the couch, eyes transfixed on the colorful tv screen. He was mumbling impressions to himself while his pencil moved wildly in his sketchbook. You were glad he had some sort of outlet.
You sat on the couch behind him. You stretched out your legs, easing out a bit of tension.
You ran your fingers through his hair. Soft and curly, but still a little greasy, you should probably find a better shampoo for him.
He leaned into your touch.
“You’re so pretty.” You told him.
Billy hummed. “Y/N is too sweet.”
“I’m not sweet enough!” You giggled mischievously. “You’re the prettiest ever!”
“Well, Y/N is the kindest ever.”
“Aw. You’re too cute.” You ran your knuckles across his scalp.
After an episode of the show running ended Billy dropped his sketchbook on the floor and sat next to you. You caught a glimpse of it, inside Billy had drawn an angular character with a large pointy hat and scarf.
He snuggled his head into the crook of your neck.
“ Y/N, pretty pretty Y/N..” Billy continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as you watched his show. You felt his head get heavier.
“Can Billy rest his head here?” he asked politely.
“Yeah, course.” You put a throw pillow on your lap and let him lay down.
You ran your fingers across his forehead.
“Billy loves you soo much!” He said sleepily.
“I love you too.”
You gazed out the window as you felt Billy grow heavy and warm in your arms.
You yawned.
Your eyes fluttered shut. Easing your way into unconsciousness.