A/N - This chapter is loosely based on the song It Will Rain by Bruno Mars. Reader has a little sister in this chapter, who I pictured as being about 6. I hope you all enjoy it.
Billy had known from day one, that the main thing that would hinder your relationship would be your family. You'd always been pretty honest about how close you were, both with your parents and your little sister, and he was well aware that a guy with his reputation would always struggle to win over such a tight-knit family. But, he was willing to give it his best shot because, in all honesty, even the idea of losing you was enough to break his heart.
You'd been the first girl to actually look past the bravado and stupidity and find the man underneath it all. You'd treated him like an actual human being and it had been enough to make him fall in love with you, time and time again.
So, when, a few months into your official relationship, you'd invited him for dinner at your house, he'd been nervous, to say the least. Hell, if he was a dad, he'd be weary of someone like him dating his daughter. In fact, he doubted he would let himself anywhere close to his family if he had one.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," he murmured, pulling back to look down at you, your face all scrunched up in confusion whilst you were still huddled close into his chest, sapping up the warmth from his body.
"Why not?"
He shrugged slightly, clearing his throat. "I don't think they're going to want me there, Baby-"
"They wouldn't have invited you if they didn't want you there," you hummed, pulling back a little further to look at him properly. "They want to meet you," you added softly, letting a small smile pull at your features.
"But-" his words trailed off as he watched your smile fade slightly. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head. "What if they don't like me?" he murmured. "What if they think I'm bad for you?"
Your head tilted to the side slightly, your brow furrowing. "Why would they think that? You're a great guy-"
"I'm not though, am I?" he breathed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "I mean, almost everyone in town knows about the fight with Harrington last year-"
"That was last year," you interrupted. "And as soon as they meet you, they'll know that isn't you, alright?" You paused for a moment, linking your fingers through his and dragging his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Besides, they trust me. They know I wouldn't bring someone home if he wasn't worth loving. And you are more than worthy of being loved, alright? You're incredible-"
"I'm not-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Billy Hargrove," you bit out, silencing him before he could continue. "You are incredible and I love you, so deal with it."
He wrapped his arms around you again, drawing you into a tight hug, your face pressed rather inelegantly into his chest. "I love you too, Baby," he hummed out, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
*Time Skip*
Billy had gone full planning mode after that. He'd had the clothes he was going to wear prepped for over a week before dinner and he'd been saving up money to bring a gift with him. He'd even planned a couple of different conversation topics that he could bring up: Basketball; School; Cars; California. They were four things that he knew like the back of his hand, and God willing, he hoped they would be enough to get your dad talking too.
When he'd knocked on the door, you'd been the one to greet him, your eyes widening when you found him shielded by flowers.
"What's this?" you hummed, going up on tip toes to look over them at him and letting out a small chuckle.
"These are for you," he started, holding out one of the bouquets in your direction, and pulling you into a quick kiss when you cradled them delicately. "Hi," he added softly.
Another soft chuckle slipped out of you. "Hi," you repeated. "This is cute," you teased, nodding at the other bouquets in his arms.
"I'm trying to make a good first impression," he confessed. "Which ones do you think your mom will prefer?"
You glanced between the two bouquets, letting out a soft hum. "The pink. She loves Dalias," you told him, and he nodded.
"Which one's a Dalia?" You quickly pointed to one of the flowers, watching as he focused in on it. "Perfect," he murmured, swallowing down the anxiety rising in his throat.
"Take a deep breath," you told him softly. "You've already exceeded expectations by showing up on time, Baby. And these will be very impressive," you pressed on. "You're doing good."
He let out a soft breath, nodding. "Okay."
A woman walked in a moment later, a bright grin on her face. "You must be Billy," she started, quickly crossing the room to greet him with a hug, almost crushing the flowers in the process. "I'm Y/N's mom; she has told us so much about you."
"All good things, I hope," he chuckled, still looking a little out of his element.
"All good," she confirmed with a light breezy laugh.
Billy's mouth opened and closed as he searched for the right words. "These are for you," he finally started, holding out the bouquet in her direction as you grinned beside him. "Y/N said you like Dalias," he added.
"Oh, aren't you just adorable," she told him, taking the flowers and smiling down at them. "Thank you."
Footsteps came thudding down the stairs a moment later, interrupting the conversation until a little girl was standing at the bottom, staring up at Billy.
"Hi," she started, a toothy grin plastered on her face.
"Baby, this is my sister," you told him.
His smile only grew as he knelt down in front of her. "Then these must be for you," he hummed, holding the final bouquet of flowers in her direction and watching as her eyes widened in shock.
"For me?"
He nodded, letting her take them from him. "I like your dress," he pressed on. "It's very pretty."
"It's my princess dress," she confirmed, hugging the bouquet as though she was scared someone would try and take it from her. "I'm Aurora," she added softly.
"Sleeping Beauty?" he gasped out. "I love that movie."
"It's my favourite. I watch it all the time."
You chuckled, running your hand over Billy's shoulder. "So does Billy," you told her. "I bet he'd love to watch it with you sometime," you added, watching as he glanced up at you with a bright smile.
"Now?"
"Not now, Sweetheart," your mom interjected. "Dinner's almost ready," she explained, watching as your sister let out the most dramatic sigh possible, frowning deeply.
Billy let out a soft chuckle. "I promise I'll come and watch it soon," he told her. "I'll bring some candy, too, if your mom says it's alright."
"Come on, Little Princess," you hummed, steering her towards the dining room with a soft chuckle. "Dad," you started as you led Billy into the room. "This is my boyfriend," you added, reaching back and taking his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze.
Your dad got to his feet, moving towards Billy and holding out his hand for a firm handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Sir," Billy told him, trying his best to look brave whilst he was internally losing his shit.
Your dad nodded, clearing his throat. "Your name's Billy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Short for William?"
"Yes, Sir."
He nodded again. "You still in school, William?"
"No one calls him William, Dad," you uttered, a comforting hand still resting on Billy's arm. "It's just Billy."
"I am, Sir," Billy pressed on.
"And what colleges are you looking at?"
Billy swallowed. "I've been offered a scholarship at Purdue. I want to major in economics-"
"A scholarship?" Suddenly, your father looked a lot more interested in the conversation. "Sport?"
"Basketball, Sir."
"He's a power forward," you interjected. "Best player in the school."
Billy shot you a little side-eyed glance, a small smile pulling at his lips. "You make me sound like Magic Johnson-"
"An LA Lakers boy, huh?" your dad interrupted, a smile playing on his face.
"Yes, Sir. I grew up in California, so it just comes with the territory."
"Well, we should be a Pacers family, but there's no chance of them beating out the Celtics this year. You think the Lakers'll get to the final this season?"
You were grinning from ear to ear watching the interaction. It was so nice seeing them getting on without much prompting. In fact, it was going a hell of a lot smoother than you'd been expecting.
"Daddy look," your sister called out, brandishing the bouquet like it was a weapon in her arms. "Billy got me flowers."
"Well, aren't they pretty," your dad hummed out, sending a little glance back towards your boyfriend who was grinning at your little sister.
"And he said he's going to watch Aurora with me," she added, looking so goddamn excited that it was impressive that she could even stand still.
You squeezed Billy's arm tightly, drawing his attention over to you. "Told you they'd like you," you whispered, watching as his smile spread across his features.
"Can't even wait until the evening's over to tell me 'I told you so'?" he chuckled, brushing his hand over the small of your back before pulling away rather suddenly, all too aware of being in your dad's company.
You shrugged slightly. "When I'm right, I'm right. I'm not going to wait around to tell you," you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as your mom walked in with the first couple of plates, ushering you all to the table.
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