A/N: i'm a liiiiiittle high rn so idk if this chapter is even any good and i'm not proof reading bc i want you to get this chapter asap, please excuse any errors... okay here we gooooo
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Here I stood in the center of the empty dance studio, surrounded by mirrors reflecting my every move. The beat of the music throbbing through the speakers, urging me to move, to create, to dance. With each step I took, the vibrant colours of the graffiti-covered walls seemed to blur together, matching the whirl of emotions inside of me.
My hands swept through the air, carving out invisible paths for the routine. The steps flowed from my mind to my body. But beneath the surface, a wave of nausea churned.
I closed my eyes, attempting to push the feeling away, focusing on the music. But it seemed that every step I took was a battle against the queasiness I felt in my stomach. I pushed through each move, each turn, each beat.
As I spun and twisted, my breath quickened, beads of sweat forming on my brow. The room spun around me, the colours blending into a dizzying kaleidoscope. But still, I did my best to push forward knowing I had to get this choreography figured out as soon as possible.
But as I turned I realized I needed to give myself a break. At that moment, I stood still and stared at myself in the mirror, biting back the nausea when suddenly I heard my phone vibrate with a familiar text tone.
I walked over to the side of the dance studio, rummaging through my bag to find my phone. When I saw the text from Billie, a smile crept onto my face.
Billie
happy 7 weeks wren! our babies are like little frogs with webbed feet and webbed hands 🐸
kinda creepy if you think about it... anyways how are you feeling mama?
Good morning bil! 😊 What are you doing up at 2 am?
I didn't even realize how much time had gotten away on me! I started working on this choreography at 7 pm and now it's 2 am? It usually doesn't take me this long to come up with the first few steps for a dance but here we are...
Billie
i should be asking you that question but if you must know i was in the studio with finn and we were on a roll i just got home now. what are you doing awake, pretty?
I'm at the studio trying to come up with choreo for my oldest hip hop dance class but the nausea is making me so slow it's agonizing
im sorry :( are you there alone?
I am, why?
would you mind if i stop in? maybe watch the process a bit?
Only if you get me boba after... i've been craving it all day
deal!!
see you in 10!
I smiled to myself as I tried to come up with a few more moves before Billie got here. Grabbing the studio iPad I practiced the moves I had so far trying to perfect them despite my stomach turning. After a little while I decided to start the song from the beginning, hoping to run through everything I had one time before Billie got here.
(watch this video, pretend it's Wrenley's face claim and roll with it please)
As the song kept playing I ran out of moves and walked to the side of the studio where the soft glow of the iPad illuminated the dim space. As I stopped the music, I was startled by the sudden sound of applause, I turned to find Billie standing there, a captivating smile adorning her face.
Relief flooded my body, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. Without a word, I watched Billie extend her arms in a silent invitation, and I found myself rushing into her embrace. The hug seemed to linger and I just couldn't help but stand there enjoying her embrace as she ran her fingertips up and down my back soothingly. Finally, I pulled back realizing I was probably sweaty and gross. "I'm sorry I probably stink," I apologized yet she didn't take a step back.
"You're good," she smiled while lightly shaking her head before she held up a drink between us.
My eyes lit up immediately, "Mango?"
A subtle nod from Billie was all the confirmation I needed. I felt Billie lean in closer, the proximity between us crackling with unspoken emotions. Billie had this look in her eyes as she examined my face, it made shivers run through my bones. My nausea disappeared into butterflies.
"You dance perfectly," Billie spoke softly and raspy, her eyes practically undressing me.
"How much of it did you see?" I questioned, maintaining eye contact while attempting to ignore the pulsating nerve inside of me with every heartbeat.
"The whole thing, baby," Billie rasped, using her hand to swipe my hair behind my shoulder and place her hand ever so gently on the side of my neck.
"How did it make you feel?" I teased with a smirk. The air felt still and intimate like a bubble of blur was around us. There was an unspoken tension that seemed to always linger between our bodies. My gaze locked with hers, and that's all it took for her to break the distance between our lips.
Her touch was soft but filled with desire. My body felt as tho time stopped and all I could feel was comfort and my heart beating faster. Our lips fit perfectly, moving in sync as my hands wrapped around her shoulders.
After a while, we parted slowly. My senses heightened and my heart was on fire.
Billie's voice remained tender and calm. "You look tired," she remarked, "you and our babies need some rest," her eyes probing, searching for signs of vulnerability beneath my composed exterior.
Only once she said it, I realized how exhausted and fatigued I truly felt. I nodded my head, silently agreeing with her as I took a sip of the refreshing boba tea.
"Let's get you home," Billie extended her hand out and I happily grabbed it. She grabbed my bag off the floor. "Is this everything you need?"
"Mhm," I nodded. She led me out of the studio giving me a moment to lock up and turn out the lights before a hum of her engine provided a soothing backdrop as the city lights blurred past. I couldn't help but lean my head against the window, taking sips of the cold tea until I could hardly keep my eyes open.
Billie placed a hand on my thigh, urging me to look over at her. "I'll wake you up when we get there, sleep a little." That's all I needed before the rhythmic motion of the car, coupled with the comforting presence of Billie beside me, beckoned me into a peaceful slumber.
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Billies pov
As I drove through the labyrinth of Los Angeles streets, the city lights painting the night sky in a soft glow, I stole glances at Wrenley, her serene face illuminated by the dashboard lights. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath, the only sound in the car the faint hum of the engine and the occasional distant honk of a horn.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched her sleep, her features softened in the gentle light. There was something about her peacefulness that made my heart flutter, something that made me want to protect her from the chaos of the world outside. To not just protect her at all costs but also protect our babies that she is growing inside of her.
And as I drove on, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, I was falling for her. But that's crazy, right? With each passing light, memories of our stolen kisses flooded my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The way her lips felt against mine, soft and eager, as if they were meant to be there all along. The way her touch ignited a fire within me, consuming every thought until there was nothing left but her.
I knew I shouldn't be thinking about this now, shouldn't be allowing myself to get lost in the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume me. But as I glanced at Wrenley once more, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, I couldn't help but admit to myself that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly where I was meant to be.
I may have taken a few unnecessary turns, taking the long way to Wren's apartment. I couldn't help it, she looked so peaceful and I admittedly didn't want her presence to be gone. But enough was enough and I knew she needed some rest in her own bed. Once the car was in park I gently moved my fingers and whispered her name, careful not to scare her awake.
Her head gently lifted from the window and she glanced at me with an oh-so-adorable sleepy smile. "Good morning sleepy head," I giggled.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired," she shrugged, placing her hand on top of mine that was still resting on her thigh.
"No need to apologize," I shook my head. "Let's get you inside." She nodded my head and the rest of the night felt so gentle and peaceful as I walked her into her apartment, hugged her goodbye and drove myself home. I couldn't stop thinking about her and how our life together might turn out.