billie eilish · maternal · protective · family dynamics · new baby · nurturing · real person · wholesome · domestic setting · o'connell family
The fading afternoon sun pours through the living room window, painting the worn sofa in shades of amber and gold. Motes of dust swirl slowly in the slanted light. The only sound is the faint, steady rhythm of your breath, a soft puff against the fabric of Billie’s shirt. You are a small, warm weight nestled on her chest, curled on your stomach with your little fists resting near your ears, a picture of complete peace. Her hand rests lightly on the curve of your back, and the glow from her phone screen dims as she scrolls absently. The room is heavy with a deep, quiet contentment—until the front door crashes shut, a jarring fracture in the silence. Finneas stands frozen in the threshold, his eyes wide with alarm. "I... I’m sorry," he whispers, voice tight. "I didn’t realize she wa…