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Title: Of Love & Life (4/?)
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jettabug
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: Yay! Part four!
Summary: There's a photo on the wall.
Of Love & Life: Part Four
by Jenna
Dom shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around his body as he navigated his way down the street.
The cab driver that had picked him up at the airport dropped him three blocks from his desired destination, so he had the arduous trek to Billy’s through the sleet and rain.
“Fucking Scotland…” Dom muttered under his breath, tugging his beanie down further on his head, rubbing his gloved hands together for more warmth.
He lifted his head to peer at letterbox numbers, and found himself standing directly in front of Billy’s townhouse.
This is it, he told himself. Do or die.
He made is way in and up the icy pathway to the three stairs. He stepped up once, twice, but as he bough the third foot down, it slipped out from under him, and he went tumbling onto the stone steps.
“Holy shit!” he groaned as his back hit the steps, sending bolts of pain up and down his spine.
“Dom?”
Dom tried lifting his head, but couldn’t, but he recognised the voice as Ali’s.
“What are you doing lying on my doorway in the rain?”
“Sunbathing,” Dom responded, trying to sit up, but the bundles of clothing he wore impeded the action.
Ali laughed and held out a hand, and pulled him to his feet. “What are you doing here, anyway? Billy didn’t mention anything about you visiting.”
Dom shrugged and picked up his discarded duffle back and followed Ali into the warm house. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up in the front entryway, and took Ali’s grocery bags as she shrugged out of hers.
He cringed as she rubbed her belly as she walked into the kitchen, motioning for him to follow.
“Bill not home?” he asked, setting the paper sacks on the kitchen bench.
Ali shook her head. “No. He’s installing my grandmother’s new railing. She had trouble with her new hip a few months ago, and now she’s all better and up and walking, just needs that extra help.”
Dom nodded like he was listening.
“Yeah, I left there about an hour ago to get some groceries. Bill was nearly finished, should be home soon.”
“Ok,” Dom said, sitting down at the bench. “So…how are you feeling?”
“Not fantastic,” Ali admitted. “But ok.”
“Uh huh.”
“Something wrong, Dom?”
Dom looked up at Ali, who was putting the kettle on the stove. “Just tired.”
She smiled. “I know how that feels. Little sod doesn’t let me sleep much anymore.”
Dom forced a smile and watched as Ali straightened her t-shirt over her straining belly and started to make them tea.
“So, what brings you to Scotland? The weather is positively nasty.”
“Uh, I just had some free time…thought I’d come hang out.”
She nodded. “That’s nice. Billy’s been pretty down lately. Tired all the time. I think he’s nervous about the baby coming.”
You have no idea, Dom thought to himself, but added, “I’d be nervous too. Big thing and all.”
Ali grinned and dipped their tea bags. “Seeing anyone?”
Dom sighed. “I was.”
“Didn’t work out?”
“Don’t know,” Dom admitted. “I’m trying to work out a few things first.”
He thought back to Billy’s admission of coming to LA. He’d jumped the next 747 to Scotland to make sure he’d made the right decision.
“You were always happiest when you had a conquest,” Ali said, handing Dom a ceramic cup full of tea.
Dom accepted. “Yeah, well. Times change. I’d rather just have a someone than a conquest. I’m over all that.”
Ali nodded and sipped her tea. “I hope you don’t think I’m rude, but I have to make a phone call.”
“Oh, go ahead.” Dom smiled. “I’ll just sit here and enjoy this.” He sipped his tea.
Ali smiled and excused herself, and made her way upstairs.
Dom got up and walked around the living room, decorated with pictures of Ali’s family, of Billy and her together, and of Billy’s sister.
He paused in front of one photo. It was one of the fellowship on the last day of filming for Fellowship Of The Ring. Elijah and Sean were crouched down in front of Viggo, Sean Bean, John and Orlando, who sat on a stone bench from the Rivendell set. Behind them stood Billy, Dom and Ian.
But it wasn’t just the photo that caught Dom’s eye. It was the expression on his face, standing there, his arm slung around Billy’s shoulders.
Did I know I loved him way back then? He asked himself, narrowing his eyes and moving closer to the picture. I look so happy. We both do.
Dom bit his lip to keep tears from welling up in his eyes and he walked away from the picture, looking around at the other various frames. Billy and Ali in LA, Ali with her family, Elijah, Sean A, Dom and Billy in Feet one morning, Billy and his sister Margaret.
Dom sighed. Billy seemed so far away from everything now. He had this separate life in Scotland. A girlfriend, a baby. It was as if he wasn’t even apart of Dom’s world anymore.
Dom closely studied a picture of Billy’s parents. He couldn’t get over the likeness between Billy and his father. The same laughing eyes, the grin, the hair. He was so engrossed, he didn’t hear the door open.
“Dominic?”
Dom turned around and smiled slightly. “Uh, hey Bill.”
Billy dropped his coat on the floor and crossed the room and pulled Dom into his arms, burying his face in his neck.
“I’muf issered os mufshe.”
“What?” Dom demanded, pulling back a bit.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Billy said again, this time, his words unmuffled by Dom’s shirt.
Dom smiled. “I’ve missed you too.”
“What are you doing here? Is Ali home?”
“Yeah, she’s on the phone upstairs.”
Billy lifted his hand to caress Dom’s cheek lightly.
Dom felt all of his self-control slip from his body at Billy’s touch. “Stop,” he said softly, eyes closing slightly.
Billy didn’t listen, just used the other hand to grip Dom’s hip.
“Bills…stop…” Dom breathed.
Billy leant against his body, resting his cheek on Dom’s shoulder. “I meant what I said. On the phone, about choosing you.”
Dom opened his eyes and shook his head. “Now isn’t the time or place.”
Billy hugged him again tightly and Dom winced.
“What’s wrong?”
“I fell over on your stairs.”
Billy frowned in confusion as Ali entered the room.
“Hello love, you’re home,” she said softly, kissing Billy’s cheek and moving into the kitchen, not noticing the electricity between her boyfriend and his best friend.
“Uh, yeah,” Billy said distractedly.
“I just spoke to mum, she invited me for dinner at her place tonight. Thought you and Dom could use the night to catch up.”
Dom swallowed. “That’s really nice of you, Ali.”
She smiled. “Anything for you, Dominic.”
“Thanks Ali,” Billy said. “You gonna stay there?”
She nodded, grabbing some containers from the refrigerator. “It’s just easier than making that long drive so late at night.”
“Yes, it’s probably best,” Billy agreed, moving away from Dom and into the kitchen where he gave Ali a kiss and rubbed her belly.
Ali packed the containers into a bag. “Have fun, ok?” She kissed Billy.
“Sure thing, love,” Billy answered, and watched her as she shoved her arms into her coat and grabbed her car keys.
“See you later!” she called with a wave, pulling the door closed behind her.
Dom turned to Billy, but he was already crossing the room, arms outstretched.
His crushed his lips to Dom’s, his tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth. Dom kissed him back feverishly, like he was addicted to Billy, and in every sense, he was.
“Oh Billy…” he murmured softly, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Dommie…”
Dom looked down at Billy whose face was buried in his neck.
“You crying, Billy?”
Billy lifted his tear-streaked face. “No…”
Dom smiled and kissed the tears away. “Why you crying, beautiful?”
“I’ve missed you so much…I don’t know how I’ve survived Dom…all these months without you here…”
“I’m sorry for just showing up, I had to see you…after our last talk…”
“Not now, Dom,” Billy pleaded softly. “I can’t talk about this now. I just want you to hold me, ok?”
Dom nodded and walked them both to the couch, where they sank gratefully, and Dom bundled Billy into his arms, brushing kisses across his forehead, and whispering words in his ear.
“It’s gonna be ok, Bills. I promise. I swear that everything will work out…”
**
Billy woke up alone on the couch.
He reached around for Dom, and then realised why he wasn’t warm: Dom wasn’t there.
“Dommie?” he called out softly, voice laced with the last remaining feelings of sleep.
“Hey baby,” Ali replied, and Billy’s eyes flashed open.
“Ali! You’re back early!”
She smiled. “Not really. You’re just up late. It’s nearly lunch time.”
Billy sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Where’s Dom?”
“At a hotel, I think. He left this note.” She handed him a bit of paper with Dom’s hasty scrawl.
Bills –
You fell asleep, so I took off. Staying at the Glasgow Central Hotel. Gimme a call so we can get together.
Dom.
Billy tucked the note into his pocket and turned to Ali, who had her feet up, reading the newspaper.
“You mind if I go see Dom?”
She smiled. “Of course not, honey! Have fun while he’s here, I know you’ve been missing him.”
You have no idea, Billy said to himself as he got up off the couch and made his way upstairs for a shower and a shave.
**
“Dommie?” Billy knocked tentatively.
“Come in!” Dom hollered from the other side of room 214.
Billy pushed open the door and smiled as his eyes fell on Dom, propped up in bed, still in his boxers, his eyes glued to the TV which was playing reruns of The Price Is Right.
“Still love that show, huh?” Billy asked, shrugging off his jacket, and threw it over a chair.
“’Course,” Dom replied, smiling as he lowered the volume on the TV.
“Did you just wake up?”
Dom shook his head. “I’ve been up since 6, just…haven’t bothered to get dressed yet.”
“You haven’t changed a bit, Dommie.”
Dom smiled. “Guess not. You, however, have changed heaps.”
“Have I?” Billy asked softly, sitting down in an armchair.
“Yup.” Dom pushed his hands through his mussed up hair. “I’ve never seen you this down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you down.”
“People change.”
“You always said you never would. Change, that is. You always said you were never gonna morph into what someone else wanted you to be.”
Billy sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Changing?”
Dom shook his head. “Don’t be. Anyway, I don’t believe this is a permanent change.”
“I wanna be with you, Dom.”
Dom looked over at Billy. “I want to be with you too. I always have, I think, and I will always want to be. But…I can’t stand in the way of you and Ali.”
“There is no ‘me and Ali’.”
“But there’s you and your child. And I can’t be the man that stands between that.”
“There’s gotta be something, Dom. I can’t just let you go like this. I won’t do it.”
“You’re going to have a child. A living little person, who is half yours. Who will grow up to have the most beautiful green eyes, and the softest hair. They’ll become such a beautiful person because you’re their father.” Dom sighed.
“Don’t you think I know what I’m sacrificing to want to be with you?” Billy said, a sob escaping his throat.
“I know,” Dom said softly, reaching out for Billy’s hand. “But you’re saying you want to be with me? What, you’re going to move to LA and miss out on all of that stuff?”
“I don’t know what to do…”
Dom moved closer and pulled Billy over onto the bed, holding him in his arms as he began to cry.
“I don’t know what to do, Dom,” Billy sobbed.
“You need to do what’s right.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s what’s in here,” Dom said, pointing to Billy’s chest. “In your heart.”
Billy sat up. “What’s in my heart is the right thing?”
“I think so,” Dom said. “I mean, I don’t know for sure, but my mum always told me to follow my heart, but take my head with me. So far, I’ve lived my life letting my heart take lead.”
“I’ve looked into my heart, Dom. So many times it’s not funny. It should be filled with all different things. But it’s not. It’s filled with you. Which makes me feel like a bastard, because all I’m thinking about is you. Not my unborn child, or my girlfriend who loves me, but you.”
“Billy, I can’t be the one…I can’t come between you and the baby.”
“What are you saying, Dom?”
“I’m saying no, Billy. I can’t be with you. Not like this. Not behind Ali’s back, not when you’re gonna become a father.”
Billy sucked in his breath. “No? As in…you don’t want to be with me, ever?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying…if situations were different….if everything was different…”
“How can you be saying these words?”
“Billy…” Dom said, taking his hand.
Billy pulled away. “No, Dom! You don’t mean this! You can’t!”
“I love you, but you have to know…this is your life, Bills. I can’t ruin it for you.”
“But I want to be with you!”
Dom got up and followed Billy as he stumbled towards the door, and wrapped his arms around him. “Listen to me, please…”
Billy fought against him, but then relaxed.
“When I found out Ali was pregnant, I was angry. And then when I thought about living without you, I was broken. But I realised that this wasn’t about me. It was no longer about me or you, either. It’s about this baby. Your baby. As much as we want to be together, which we do, because I love you with all my heart, this baby is your first priority. Your only priority.”
“This can’t be how this ends,” Billy whispered through his tears. “This can’t be it…”
Dom kissed his shoulder through his shirt, tears staining the white material. “Then how come it is?”
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monaboyd & fellow_shippers
Author:
jettabugPairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: Yay! Part four!
Summary: There's a photo on the wall.
by Jenna
Dom shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around his body as he navigated his way down the street.
The cab driver that had picked him up at the airport dropped him three blocks from his desired destination, so he had the arduous trek to Billy’s through the sleet and rain.
“Fucking Scotland…” Dom muttered under his breath, tugging his beanie down further on his head, rubbing his gloved hands together for more warmth.
He lifted his head to peer at letterbox numbers, and found himself standing directly in front of Billy’s townhouse.
This is it, he told himself. Do or die.
He made is way in and up the icy pathway to the three stairs. He stepped up once, twice, but as he bough the third foot down, it slipped out from under him, and he went tumbling onto the stone steps.
“Holy shit!” he groaned as his back hit the steps, sending bolts of pain up and down his spine.
“Dom?”
Dom tried lifting his head, but couldn’t, but he recognised the voice as Ali’s.
“What are you doing lying on my doorway in the rain?”
“Sunbathing,” Dom responded, trying to sit up, but the bundles of clothing he wore impeded the action.
Ali laughed and held out a hand, and pulled him to his feet. “What are you doing here, anyway? Billy didn’t mention anything about you visiting.”
Dom shrugged and picked up his discarded duffle back and followed Ali into the warm house. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up in the front entryway, and took Ali’s grocery bags as she shrugged out of hers.
He cringed as she rubbed her belly as she walked into the kitchen, motioning for him to follow.
“Bill not home?” he asked, setting the paper sacks on the kitchen bench.
Ali shook her head. “No. He’s installing my grandmother’s new railing. She had trouble with her new hip a few months ago, and now she’s all better and up and walking, just needs that extra help.”
Dom nodded like he was listening.
“Yeah, I left there about an hour ago to get some groceries. Bill was nearly finished, should be home soon.”
“Ok,” Dom said, sitting down at the bench. “So…how are you feeling?”
“Not fantastic,” Ali admitted. “But ok.”
“Uh huh.”
“Something wrong, Dom?”
Dom looked up at Ali, who was putting the kettle on the stove. “Just tired.”
She smiled. “I know how that feels. Little sod doesn’t let me sleep much anymore.”
Dom forced a smile and watched as Ali straightened her t-shirt over her straining belly and started to make them tea.
“So, what brings you to Scotland? The weather is positively nasty.”
“Uh, I just had some free time…thought I’d come hang out.”
She nodded. “That’s nice. Billy’s been pretty down lately. Tired all the time. I think he’s nervous about the baby coming.”
You have no idea, Dom thought to himself, but added, “I’d be nervous too. Big thing and all.”
Ali grinned and dipped their tea bags. “Seeing anyone?”
Dom sighed. “I was.”
“Didn’t work out?”
“Don’t know,” Dom admitted. “I’m trying to work out a few things first.”
He thought back to Billy’s admission of coming to LA. He’d jumped the next 747 to Scotland to make sure he’d made the right decision.
“You were always happiest when you had a conquest,” Ali said, handing Dom a ceramic cup full of tea.
Dom accepted. “Yeah, well. Times change. I’d rather just have a someone than a conquest. I’m over all that.”
Ali nodded and sipped her tea. “I hope you don’t think I’m rude, but I have to make a phone call.”
“Oh, go ahead.” Dom smiled. “I’ll just sit here and enjoy this.” He sipped his tea.
Ali smiled and excused herself, and made her way upstairs.
Dom got up and walked around the living room, decorated with pictures of Ali’s family, of Billy and her together, and of Billy’s sister.
He paused in front of one photo. It was one of the fellowship on the last day of filming for Fellowship Of The Ring. Elijah and Sean were crouched down in front of Viggo, Sean Bean, John and Orlando, who sat on a stone bench from the Rivendell set. Behind them stood Billy, Dom and Ian.
But it wasn’t just the photo that caught Dom’s eye. It was the expression on his face, standing there, his arm slung around Billy’s shoulders.
Did I know I loved him way back then? He asked himself, narrowing his eyes and moving closer to the picture. I look so happy. We both do.
Dom bit his lip to keep tears from welling up in his eyes and he walked away from the picture, looking around at the other various frames. Billy and Ali in LA, Ali with her family, Elijah, Sean A, Dom and Billy in Feet one morning, Billy and his sister Margaret.
Dom sighed. Billy seemed so far away from everything now. He had this separate life in Scotland. A girlfriend, a baby. It was as if he wasn’t even apart of Dom’s world anymore.
Dom closely studied a picture of Billy’s parents. He couldn’t get over the likeness between Billy and his father. The same laughing eyes, the grin, the hair. He was so engrossed, he didn’t hear the door open.
“Dominic?”
Dom turned around and smiled slightly. “Uh, hey Bill.”
Billy dropped his coat on the floor and crossed the room and pulled Dom into his arms, burying his face in his neck.
“I’muf issered os mufshe.”
“What?” Dom demanded, pulling back a bit.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Billy said again, this time, his words unmuffled by Dom’s shirt.
Dom smiled. “I’ve missed you too.”
“What are you doing here? Is Ali home?”
“Yeah, she’s on the phone upstairs.”
Billy lifted his hand to caress Dom’s cheek lightly.
Dom felt all of his self-control slip from his body at Billy’s touch. “Stop,” he said softly, eyes closing slightly.
Billy didn’t listen, just used the other hand to grip Dom’s hip.
“Bills…stop…” Dom breathed.
Billy leant against his body, resting his cheek on Dom’s shoulder. “I meant what I said. On the phone, about choosing you.”
Dom opened his eyes and shook his head. “Now isn’t the time or place.”
Billy hugged him again tightly and Dom winced.
“What’s wrong?”
“I fell over on your stairs.”
Billy frowned in confusion as Ali entered the room.
“Hello love, you’re home,” she said softly, kissing Billy’s cheek and moving into the kitchen, not noticing the electricity between her boyfriend and his best friend.
“Uh, yeah,” Billy said distractedly.
“I just spoke to mum, she invited me for dinner at her place tonight. Thought you and Dom could use the night to catch up.”
Dom swallowed. “That’s really nice of you, Ali.”
She smiled. “Anything for you, Dominic.”
“Thanks Ali,” Billy said. “You gonna stay there?”
She nodded, grabbing some containers from the refrigerator. “It’s just easier than making that long drive so late at night.”
“Yes, it’s probably best,” Billy agreed, moving away from Dom and into the kitchen where he gave Ali a kiss and rubbed her belly.
Ali packed the containers into a bag. “Have fun, ok?” She kissed Billy.
“Sure thing, love,” Billy answered, and watched her as she shoved her arms into her coat and grabbed her car keys.
“See you later!” she called with a wave, pulling the door closed behind her.
Dom turned to Billy, but he was already crossing the room, arms outstretched.
His crushed his lips to Dom’s, his tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth. Dom kissed him back feverishly, like he was addicted to Billy, and in every sense, he was.
“Oh Billy…” he murmured softly, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Dommie…”
Dom looked down at Billy whose face was buried in his neck.
“You crying, Billy?”
Billy lifted his tear-streaked face. “No…”
Dom smiled and kissed the tears away. “Why you crying, beautiful?”
“I’ve missed you so much…I don’t know how I’ve survived Dom…all these months without you here…”
“I’m sorry for just showing up, I had to see you…after our last talk…”
“Not now, Dom,” Billy pleaded softly. “I can’t talk about this now. I just want you to hold me, ok?”
Dom nodded and walked them both to the couch, where they sank gratefully, and Dom bundled Billy into his arms, brushing kisses across his forehead, and whispering words in his ear.
“It’s gonna be ok, Bills. I promise. I swear that everything will work out…”
**
Billy woke up alone on the couch.
He reached around for Dom, and then realised why he wasn’t warm: Dom wasn’t there.
“Dommie?” he called out softly, voice laced with the last remaining feelings of sleep.
“Hey baby,” Ali replied, and Billy’s eyes flashed open.
“Ali! You’re back early!”
She smiled. “Not really. You’re just up late. It’s nearly lunch time.”
Billy sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Where’s Dom?”
“At a hotel, I think. He left this note.” She handed him a bit of paper with Dom’s hasty scrawl.
Bills –
You fell asleep, so I took off. Staying at the Glasgow Central Hotel. Gimme a call so we can get together.
Dom.
Billy tucked the note into his pocket and turned to Ali, who had her feet up, reading the newspaper.
“You mind if I go see Dom?”
She smiled. “Of course not, honey! Have fun while he’s here, I know you’ve been missing him.”
You have no idea, Billy said to himself as he got up off the couch and made his way upstairs for a shower and a shave.
**
“Dommie?” Billy knocked tentatively.
“Come in!” Dom hollered from the other side of room 214.
Billy pushed open the door and smiled as his eyes fell on Dom, propped up in bed, still in his boxers, his eyes glued to the TV which was playing reruns of The Price Is Right.
“Still love that show, huh?” Billy asked, shrugging off his jacket, and threw it over a chair.
“’Course,” Dom replied, smiling as he lowered the volume on the TV.
“Did you just wake up?”
Dom shook his head. “I’ve been up since 6, just…haven’t bothered to get dressed yet.”
“You haven’t changed a bit, Dommie.”
Dom smiled. “Guess not. You, however, have changed heaps.”
“Have I?” Billy asked softly, sitting down in an armchair.
“Yup.” Dom pushed his hands through his mussed up hair. “I’ve never seen you this down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you down.”
“People change.”
“You always said you never would. Change, that is. You always said you were never gonna morph into what someone else wanted you to be.”
Billy sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Changing?”
Dom shook his head. “Don’t be. Anyway, I don’t believe this is a permanent change.”
“I wanna be with you, Dom.”
Dom looked over at Billy. “I want to be with you too. I always have, I think, and I will always want to be. But…I can’t stand in the way of you and Ali.”
“There is no ‘me and Ali’.”
“But there’s you and your child. And I can’t be the man that stands between that.”
“There’s gotta be something, Dom. I can’t just let you go like this. I won’t do it.”
“You’re going to have a child. A living little person, who is half yours. Who will grow up to have the most beautiful green eyes, and the softest hair. They’ll become such a beautiful person because you’re their father.” Dom sighed.
“Don’t you think I know what I’m sacrificing to want to be with you?” Billy said, a sob escaping his throat.
“I know,” Dom said softly, reaching out for Billy’s hand. “But you’re saying you want to be with me? What, you’re going to move to LA and miss out on all of that stuff?”
“I don’t know what to do…”
Dom moved closer and pulled Billy over onto the bed, holding him in his arms as he began to cry.
“I don’t know what to do, Dom,” Billy sobbed.
“You need to do what’s right.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s what’s in here,” Dom said, pointing to Billy’s chest. “In your heart.”
Billy sat up. “What’s in my heart is the right thing?”
“I think so,” Dom said. “I mean, I don’t know for sure, but my mum always told me to follow my heart, but take my head with me. So far, I’ve lived my life letting my heart take lead.”
“I’ve looked into my heart, Dom. So many times it’s not funny. It should be filled with all different things. But it’s not. It’s filled with you. Which makes me feel like a bastard, because all I’m thinking about is you. Not my unborn child, or my girlfriend who loves me, but you.”
“Billy, I can’t be the one…I can’t come between you and the baby.”
“What are you saying, Dom?”
“I’m saying no, Billy. I can’t be with you. Not like this. Not behind Ali’s back, not when you’re gonna become a father.”
Billy sucked in his breath. “No? As in…you don’t want to be with me, ever?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying…if situations were different….if everything was different…”
“How can you be saying these words?”
“Billy…” Dom said, taking his hand.
Billy pulled away. “No, Dom! You don’t mean this! You can’t!”
“I love you, but you have to know…this is your life, Bills. I can’t ruin it for you.”
“But I want to be with you!”
Dom got up and followed Billy as he stumbled towards the door, and wrapped his arms around him. “Listen to me, please…”
Billy fought against him, but then relaxed.
“When I found out Ali was pregnant, I was angry. And then when I thought about living without you, I was broken. But I realised that this wasn’t about me. It was no longer about me or you, either. It’s about this baby. Your baby. As much as we want to be together, which we do, because I love you with all my heart, this baby is your first priority. Your only priority.”
“This can’t be how this ends,” Billy whispered through his tears. “This can’t be it…”
Dom kissed his shoulder through his shirt, tears staining the white material. “Then how come it is?”
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“This can’t be how this ends,” Billy whispered through his tears. “This can’t be it…”
Dom kissed his shoulder through his shirt, tears staining the white material. “Then how come it is?”
That's just about the saddest thing ever! *squirms*