#dad!bill

Warnings:sick child, Bill being the best dad ever, fluffy goodness

“Billy, let me up for minute”, I nudged the red head. “Mhm no” Bill mumbled in my hair. “It’s almost ten and Dommy hasn’t walked in yet. Think something is wrong”, I said. Bill rolled over, cuddling the small pillow. “Be back” I said as I walked down the hall to Don’s room. Bathroom was empty, living room was quiet. “Please be okay”, I said as I opened her bedroom door.

She was laying down her with blanket to her face, stuffed dragon, uncle Charlie got her in hand. Ginger hair was a wild mess like most mornings, then she started to cough. I ran over to her crib and gently got her up. “Aww baby, you okay?” She looked up at me, eyes were pitiful, dark under eyes. Oh no, don’t feel good at all. “Dada!”, she started to whine. “You want your daddy? Come on, he’s still snoozing bean”, I picked her up. “Freddie!”, she whined for her stuffie. “I got him, love”

“Bill, wake up!”, I shook him. “Mhm what’s wrong?”, Bill shot up, looking confused. “Dada”, Dominique cried, crawling up Bill’s legs. “Aww what’s wrong, bunny?”, Bill petted her back. “Can’t tell but her eyes are pitiful. Look at her, Bill”, I said, getting back in bed with them. Dom was cuddled into Bill’s chest with Freddie in clutch. “I’m gonna owl Dad and see if he can come for a home visit.”, I kissed Bill’s cheek.

“Oh thank Merlin, you’re here dad! Come in”, I grabbed his hand. “Of course, anything for my loves”, he smiled. “She’s upstairs in bed with Bill. It was almost ten am and she hadn’t bursted in demanding Bill to get up. Was breathing with her mouth open, sounds stopped up, sorta warm. She’s whinny”, I rambled. “Y/n, first thing I need you to calm down and breathe. Dom will be fine, probably a summer cold alright?”, he held my shoulders. “I’m sorry, Daddy. She’s just hardly ever gets sick and now she’s look so pitiful and sad”, I sighed.

“Papy!”, Dom whined, looking up from Bill’s chest. “Hi doll baby, heard you’re not feeling good”, my dad walked over to the bed. She shook her head. “Sorry love, let’s fix that so you can annoy your mommy for me again”, he giggled. She gave a small smile back. Bill held her, kissing her head every so often. I was a nervous wreck and Bill sensed it. He walked over to me, “She’s not gonna be sick forever, Sweetheart. Luckily her pappy is a healer”, Bill pulled me into his chest. “I know, just worry about my baby bean is all”, I sighed.

“Hey Peanut?” My dad said, making me tear away from Bill’s arms. “Yeah what’s up?”, I picked Dommy up. “Summer cold, she should be fine by tomorrow. If not let me know and I’ll come back, let her rest today, fluids. Try to get her to eat something small, okay?”, he replied. “Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best”, I kissed his cheek. “I try! Keep me updated on her. And for you bean, get better soon. Papy loves you and hopes you feel better”, he kissed her cheek and rubbed her back. “Go make breakfast, I’ll get her in the bath. Try to break her fever.”, Bill walked over. “Right. Here go to daddy, Bean”, I handed her over. I stopped at the door, “Go downstairs, love. I got her, promise”, Bill smiled.

Bill’s pov-

I got Dom in the tub, letting her play with a few toys. “Here’s your ducky, love”, I handed her the last toy. “Dank you”, she smiled, running the duck over the water. I smiled, sitting beside the tub. “Alright Bunny, time for daddy to wash your hair.”, I grabbed the cup. Dom stood there as I dried her off with the duck towel. “Come on, love bug”, I carried her to her room. I rubbed her forehead, “Still warm. You feeling okay, baby?”, I asked her. She looked up at me with sad eyes. “Sorry bunny”, I kissed her head. Dom laid down finally, I gently shut the door.

“Hey love”, I kissed Y/n’s lips. “Hi”, she smiled. I pulled her onto my lap and held her waist. “She any better, Billy?”, she asked. “Still warm, didn’t take her long to fell asleep after her bath”, I replied. Y/n nodded, leaning her head in my neck. Y/n was sleeping on the couch downstairs, decided to check on Dom. She was snoring with her dragon by her side. “You look a little better, my love”, I smiled. “Dada!”, she smiled, wiggling to get to me. “Well hi pumpkin!”, I reached in her crib to get her. “Daddy”, she smiled. “Is my baby all better now? Huh?”, I asked her, running my hand over her back.

Alida Morberg’s instastory from 08.01.2020

You came to a fast agreement with Bill: twenty dollars an hour and double that if his daughters wanted a friend over. But before dropping you off, Bill handed you double what he owed even though the girls had played all night by themselves.

“This is too much,” you said, inspecting the folded cash he handed to you in the car.

“It’s not too much. I want to make sure I have you when I need you. I don’t want any other dads poaching the best babysitter ever. You’re mine—my babysitter, I mean. Is that enough to ensure I’m your only client?”

“Uh, sure. I mean, I would have agreed to that either way. I love the girls and... yeah. I don’t mind coming over a few times a week.”

Bill nodded. “Good. I’d love to have you around more often. Feels so good to have a lady around to teach the girls. And it keeps me in line, too. Don’t want to leave messes for you to see. I think you’re good for all three of us.”

Although his smile was wide and easy, you tasted a hint of flirtatiousness in his words, in the way his eyes kept sweeping over your whole body rather than staying affixed to your face. You didn’t mind, as Bill was one of the most good-looking parents you had ever worked for and his children were angels. You scored big time with this babysitting gig.

Bill’s generosity went a little overboard, and he started leaving you enormous tips and insisted you ordered in food almost every night you spent with the girls to avoid having to wash dishes. You couldn‘t accept it all without at least doing your part to earn it, so you vacuumed the house, washed the windows, scrubbed down the bathroom and did the girls’ laundry.

He found you in the laundry room long after the twins fell asleep. When you were finishing up folding, something from the corner of your eye startled a small gasp from you. When you whirled around, a great breath of relief pushed from your chest. “Oh, jeez, Bill. I didn’t realize you were home already.”

“Already?” He asked, sauntering closer to you. “It’s past midnight.”

“Is it? Wow. Time flies.”

Your words petered off when he approached. The drying machine ticked from recent disuse, mirroring your pulse as his scent filled your nose. Bill always wore delectable cologne that tickled your senses. You remembered seeing the bottle in his bathroom and taking a whiff from the sprits cap, sighing when you pictured him spraying it on his skin after a hot shower.

“You’ll have to excuse me, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a beautiful woman cleaning up after me and my family. I don’t know what it is about you, but you make it all seem effortless.”

“It’s not too much trouble,” you replied, cheeks firing red the closer he came. “I can’t justify accepting what you pay me without doing a bit extra. Plus, the girls conked out early and I had nothing better to do.”

“I’d give you more, but I know you wouldn’t take it.”

“Bill...”

“I’m so grateful to have you. I never want you to leave.”

You weren’t sure if the warmth from the dryer was to blame for the sweat breaking between your shoulders or if it was the way Bill gazed at you with lust weighing down his eyelids.

“I’d stay for the girls any night.”

“Just for the girls? Not for me?”

The inside of your cheek met the peaks of your teeth and your heart drummed a harsh beat in your chest. “I’d stay for you, too.”

“I’m so sorry. I should stop myself. This is inappropriate.” Bill cast his eyes away, but you shot a hand out to grab his wrist.

He looked down at your grip for a moment and countered it by taking your hand and pulling you closer. His lips smothered yours, five fingers angling your face up so he could take full advantage of your open mouth.

“I’ll stop if you don’t want this.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Good. I’ve wanted this for a while. You gorgeous little thing. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

“Mm, Bill... What about the girls?”

This is giving me dad!bill vibes😩😩😩😩😩😩

Bill and you have been married for 3 years; and during this time you’ve been wanting to have a baby with him. Bill agrees and every oppurtinty he gets, he reads up on best positions to get your pregnant, what your both eating and making sure you take your vitamins, making sure you’re relaxed, “(y/n) guessss what? Your ovulating this weekend” he’d tease. Every time you have sex, your in a compete euphoria. It’s the hottest sex of your life and the rush of the idea of being pregnant with his child sends chills down your spine. he spills his seed into you, and making sure he stays in as long as possible, and then once he pulls out, puts a pillow under your bottom to have your hips elevated. Rubbing your shoulders, “you’re doing so well baby, you’re gonna look so good pregnant, you’re gonna be the best mum to our child” he’s lying next to you with his hand propping up his head massaging your head, looking at you with such a gentle smile in the corner of his mouth, and in this moment you know he’s going to be the best dad.

Alida Morberg celebrating her sisters birthday. 30.05.20 (From alida.morberg2 on Instagram)