FIC: Western Lovers:Cowboys & Archaeologists 29/33

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Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Archaeologists 29/33
Author: sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, to be on the safe side.
Summary: How to remake something that is broken.
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know. This story is adapted from a series of books that I adored when I was younger written by Elizabeth Lowell.
Word Count: 4767
Header Art: Courtesy of the incredibly talented loki_girl
Previous Chapters: can be found Here
A/N: A huge thank you to dylan_dufresne for the inspiration, the prodding and the beta. She really deserves far more credit than just beta. This fic wouldn't be what it is without her labour of love. My grammar sucks really, really badly so she had to suffer it so nobody else would. Next Chapter on Friday.
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"Please Billy?" David asked, not bothering to remove the wheedling tone from his voice. "It's just one day," he explained further, his fingers gently stroking the cuddly, talc scented bundle in his arms.

"Why can't Miranda keep her today?" Sighing deeply, Billy tried valiantly to escape.

"She's not feeling well. Something contagious, she said, David explained. "You know Angel's immunity is really low. Until she puts on a little weight and loses that mild fever she's been carrying, common bugs could kill her."

"So explain to me, again, why you can't look after her for the day?" Billy asked as he quirked an eyebrow at his brother.

"There's a cougar decimating one of the herds. I need to track it, you know that. You told me it was my top priority, Ramrod." David smiled, seeing his brothers defenses crumbling.

"So why me? Why not Liv?" Billy's voice rose an octave.

"Liv has spent the last week driving the porcelain bus, and she's already got Milo worry about. I couldn't do that to her. You've got free time to burn."

"I've got a ranch to run," Billy retorted through tightly clenched teeth.

"And you've been doing such a shit-hot job of that over the last six weeks, haven't you?" David stared pointedly at his brother. Ever since Dom had left, Billy had lost weight, the circles under Billy's eyes had deepened, the lights burned in the old ranch house through the night, then there was the fact that Billy was always the first one to work each morning, seven days a week. "Besides, you practically raised Craig and I."

"One day, Daisy," Billy said, relenting with a sigh, opening his arms to accept the baby from David. "And just for the record, there's only four years difference between the three of us, you great git. We were teenagers when I took over. That's hardly raising."

"But you forget, I've seen you with Milo," David added softly as he pressed the baby to his brother's chest.

"Tomorrow you have to find a better solution," Billy warned. "I've got work to do, I don't have time to babysit."

"It's okay," David agreed mildly, watching his brother closely as Billy let the fingers of his free hand trail across Angel's delicate skin. "One day is all we'll need."

"Is she always this quiet?" Billy frowned, his fingers brushing a tiny, waving, fisted hand, his thumb finding its way into the baby girl's grip. A smile flirted briefly with Billy's lips as she pulled his hand to her lips.

David leaned in to fold his hand around Billy's shoulder, his other hand stroking Angel's wispy head. "Thanks, Pip. You won't regret this."

"I know," Billy replied, David already forgotten as he focused his attention on the bundle of love in his arms.

"I'll bring her things down before I leave." David spoke quietly as he watched Billy's attention being completely absorbed by his Angel.

"Anything I should know?" Billy trailed his fingers across the tiny pair of bare feet, his smile widening at Angel's bow lips turning up at the corners.

"She doesn't complain much," David leaned closer, his hand brushing across his brother's arms to gently pat the diaper clad curve of Angel's bottom. "She'll whimper a little bit when she's really distressed, but most of the time, she's completely silent. She'll suck on anything she can get those greedy little fingers around. Randy thinks she must be older than we think she is, and maybe she's teething."

"She doesn't make any noise?" Billy looked up into his brother's face. "Is she okay? You've had a doctor check her out, haven't you?" Billy's arms tightened ever so gently around Angel.

"Of course I have. And no, she's not deaf." David sighed. "They think it's trauma, that it's emotional not physical, but no-one knows for sure."

"She just needs someone to love her and keep her safe." Billy carefully lifted Angel so that she was cradled against his shoulder, kissing her lightly on the cheek as he rearranged her, his hand moving slowly, stroking her back.

"I've tried," David stated sadly, turning his back and walking towards the door. "I'll have to find a family for her soon if she doesn't improve."

"She doesn't need a new family," Billy whispered against Angel's head. "She just needs to be loved unconditionally."

"You sure you're alright with her?" David frowned, his hand on the door handle as he watched Billy snuggling into Angel.

"Fine. Get one of the hands to bring her stuff down," Billy offered distractedly as he turned and walked towards the other end of the old ranch house.

In the bedroom, Billy opened the windows and drew the curtains before he arranged the fluffy pillows on the bed into a crescent shape and laid the dozing baby into the space.

Sitting on the bed in front of her, Billy watched Angel's eyes slowly open as she realized that she was no longer cuddled in his arms. She didn't cry or even reach for him, but her bright, almond-shaped eyes watched him carefully. Billy couldn't help but think that there was an old soul behind those eyes, that were so chocolate they were almost black.

Reaching forward and brushing her baby soft curls back from her face, Billy never broke eye contact. Smiling, Angel's tiny fingers waved wildly in the air above her and she grabbed at his hand. Playing with her, Billy's fingers avoided hers for several moments before he let himself be caught. Delicate digits pulling Billy's pinky finger determinedly to her mouth, Angel sucked on it voraciously.

"You hungry, Angel?" Billy cooed at her. "We'll go and find you some lunch, yes?" Rising from the bed, Billy lifted her against his body once again.

Retrieving the soft cotton blanket he'd dropped on the back of the sofa, Billy draped it over the baby girl to protect her from the harsh sunlight outside. Lifting his hat from the hook beside the door, Billy pushed it onto his head before walking up to the main house, whispering and talking to Angel the whole way.

A wide smile curved up the corners of his lips as he entered the kitchen and saw Liv there, but the smile faded as he realized her skin had a nauseous green shade to it.

"You alright, Livvie?" Billy asked quickly, moving to brush his hand lightly across her back as she leaned on her elbows over the sink.

"I'll be fine in a month or two," Liv murmured, moving to stand up straight and turning so her hip rested on the edge of the sink. "I swear he's not touching me ever again."

"Really?" Billy asked with a knowing grin, but feigning innocence. "What happened, and is there anything I can help with?"

"Jesus, Billy, Liv groaned. "I thought you were old enough to know how this all works, and no, I really think Viggo did enough, all on his own."

Smiling fondly, Billy drew Liv into a tight, one armed hug. "Congratulations, Livvie. I know how much you two wanted more kids."

"Thanks, Billy." Liv sighed and leaned into Billy's embrace. "Now what can I do for you? Can I get you something to eat?"

"I'll have something later on," Billy replied absently.

"Yes," Liv said with a knowing nod. "Because I can see how well you've been eating lately. If I see any more ribs, I'm going to rent you out as a skeleton for Halloween."

"I've been working hard, Liv. You know how it is," Billy protested with a shrug.

"Yes, I do. Working too hard to not remember, and then you forget to eat. Been there, done that, Billy. It never ends well." With a final nod, Liv changed the subject. "I see David found a willing babysitter. I would have taken her, but I don't think I'd cope well."

"We're doing just fine on our own," Billy murmured, shifting Angel until her wide eyes could take in everything in front of them.

"So what can I do for you?" Liv asked, reaching out a finger to gently caress Angel's cheek, only to have her finger captured and pushed into Angel's mouth.

"How old is she?" Liv frowned as Angel gummed her finger, drooling as she did.

"I don't think David knows." Billy frowned in concern. "Why? Isn't she hungry?"

"My guess would be teething." Sliding her finger across Angel's gums, Liv pursed her lips in thought. "But she's so tiny, I wouldn't have thought she was old enough."

"How can I fix it for her?" Billy asked, cuddling the baby closer. "Do I need to take her to a doctor?"

"Sweetie, calm down." Liv smiled gently, moving to the huge, double door fridge. Pulling out a small container, she lifted the lid and took out what looked like a long biscuit. After handing it to the little girl, they both watched as Angel eagerly pushed the chilled biscuit between her lips, gnawing on it happily. "See? All better." Nodding in satisfaction, Liv pushed the container into Billy's hand.

"Is that all it takes?" Billy asked in surprised awe.

"Nope, but when Viggo goes into town tomorrow, I'll get him to pick up some teething rings for you. Well, for her, and maybe even some of the painkiller gel that I used for Milo and his first tooth."

"Anything else I should know?" Billy turned Angel in his arms, watching her as she gnawed on the teething rusk.

"David left a lot of prepared formula, and one of the boys is going to move it down to your house a little bit later on." Walking into the dining room for a moment, Liv returned with a large diaper bag, emblazoned with a big purple dinosaur on the side. "These are Angel's things, if you want to take them back with you."

"Great, thanks," Billy replied, looping the wide, purple strap over his shoulder. "Do you want us to stay and help you out?"

"No, it'll all be good," Liv answered slowly. "Bernard's coming to help." She paused, watching Billy closely. "You look good with
her, Billy."

"She's a good girl," Billy murmured softly in reply, snuffling his small, perfect nose into the side of Angel's head.

Liv crossed back to the fridge and pulled out a bottle, half filled with formula, and a couple of small jars of baby food, which she pushed into the side of Angel's bag.

"Billy?" Liv said faintly, hand covering her flat belly as her face paled. "I need to go. I'll see you later on." Before the words were completely out of her mouth, Liv turned on her heel and almost ran from the room.

"It looks like we're on our own, Sugarplum," Billy said softly, looking into Angel's serious, almost mournful eyes.

The baby's girl's tiny fingers closed on Billy's nose and pulled gently, oblivious to the meaning of his words, content just to be in his arms.

"C'mon," Billy murmured. "Lets go explore your things."

Walking back down to the old ranch house, Billy stacked the pillows up in the middle of the bed and then sat Angel in the middle of them, the thick softness at her sides making her sit almost upright when he was finished. Placing Angel's bottle and jars of food on the bedside table, Billy unzipped the main compartment of the diaper bag and peered inside.

Carefully extracting the contents of the overstuffed bag, Billy made neat piles along the edge of the mattress. First was Angel's tiny little dresses and playsuits, then her nappies, and finally, the various bottles and wipes required to keep her clean and comfortable. They were all stacked, and then secreted into the dresser. When Angel's things were all put away, Billy opened the top drawer and lifted out a carefully folded shirt. Pressing the cotton to his face, Billy inhaled deeply, drawing Dom's scent into his lungs, and then lovingly placed the shirt back in it's original spot, smoothing it gently with his hand before closing the drawer. All the while, Billy was watched by curious, chocolate eyes, tiny hands waving the teething rusk in the air as Angel followed his progress.

Lifting the final item from the bag, Billy frowned, intrigued and confused, until he realized what it was. Lifting the jumble of straps and buckles over his head, Billy slipped his arms through the appropriate places and smiled at Angel.

"I knew we were smart enough to work this out." Billy grinned at her, leaning forward to brush the tips of his fingers across the sole of one of her tiny bare feet.

"We'll save this for later on, I think." Slipping out of the contraption, Billy leaned forward to snuggle briefly against Angel's tiny body. Picking up the food and formula bottles, Billy walked through the house and deposited them in the fridge before returning to the bedroom. Lifting Angel into his arms, Billy carried her out to the back verandah. Settling on the porch swing, Billy turned the tiny cherub to face him, sitting her on his knees, and as his hands clasped firmly under her little arms, Billy looked into her sweet face as he began to swing gently.

"Nobody's ever swung you before, have they?" Billy crooned softly when Angel looked around, trying to understand what was causing the unfamiliar motion. "There's all sorts of fantastic things to show you, Sugarplum." Thumbs tickling her cloth covered belly, Billy pushed the swing again, watching her eyes widen with surprise as they moved.

Stilling the motion of the swing, Billy laid Angel back against his legs, one hand holding her as the other stilled one gently kicking foot. Pressing his lips against the soft sole of Angel's bare foot, Billy blew a wet raspberry there, his eyes watching her face carefully as her little mouth formed a perfect O when she felt his lips.

Turning on the seat, Billy laid Angel carefully on the soft cushioning before he alternated blowing raspberries to the bottom of each of her feet. His fingers tickled her tiny body gently, watching the silent delight and surprise in her face as he played with her.

Mere hours spent with the tiny angel in his arms had lessened the tight grip of loss from around Billy's heart, as his every thought wasn't centered on the all consuming grief he felt at sending his soul mate away. There was a short reprieve, as his attention was focused entirely on the little girl in his arms, and that was a very good thing. The little angel needed love and security, and Billy was just the man to provide it.

Hands holding her firmly under the arms, Billy pushed Angel's tiny shirt up with his nose and blew wet raspberries across her chubby belly. Lips vibrating against her skin, Billy held Angel as she wriggled gleefully in his arms. Lifting his head to look at her, Billy pulled Angel carefully to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I think, my Sugarplum, we need to change your diaper, and then we both deserve a nap. What do you think?"

Angel kicked her feet happily against Billy's body, her fingers reaching up to touch Billy's chin, the flat of her tiny palm resting against his stubbly skin as she looked up at him.

"You like that idea, don't you?" Billy murmured as he pushed up to his feet.

Carrying the baby girl into the house, Billy spread a soft, fluffy towel on the top of the dresser before he carefully and efficiently changed Angel's wet diaper. Dropping the soiled fabric onto the bathroom vanity to wash later, Billy then pushed the mountain of pillows into a line across one edge of the bed.

"I think we could both do with a nap, don't you?" Billy's gentle fingers tweaked Angel's nose as he sat down on the bed. Toeing his boots off his feet, Billy then unfastened his belt with one hand and pulled it from his waistband. Lying back against the bed, Billy laid his precious cargo next to him, gently rubbing her belly. Eyes wide and inquisitive, Angel watched Billy closely, flickering closed only to open again when his movements ceased.

"You need to sleep, Sugarplum," Billy murmured, his own eyes heavy. For the first time in what seemed like weeks, he was honestly tired. Hand cupping Angel's face, Billy traced across the tiny frown lines that were creasing her forehead with his thumb.

Watching her eyes flutter closed as he touched her, Billy frowned.

Pushing up against the pillows, Billy moved until he was laying back against them and then slid his hands under Angel's arms, lifting her until she was laying against his chest. While one hand covered the baby girl's cloth covered bottom, the other gently stroked her back as Billy watched her sleepy eyes slowly drop closed.

Hand stilling against her small body, Billy's own eyes drifted shut.

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Eyes fluttering open slowly, Billy gradually became aware of his surroundings. A tiny hand pressed against Billy's neck until the nearly insignificant weight against his chest reminded him of his tiny charge. Tilting his head slightly, Billy watched Angel as she slept, and let his fingers trace the side of her face.

Hands cradling the baby's sleeping form, Billy rolled onto his side, pressing Angel into the pillows. Releasing her slowly, Billy carefully sat beside Angel, pulling the corner of the coverlet up to wrap around her as she continued to sleep, but even as his hands finished adjusting the soft cotton over her, Angel's eyes were flickering open. Cupping Angel's face in his hand, Billy brushed his thumb along her soft skin.

"I'm sorry, Sugarplum. I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured.

Angel's little hands beat at the air around her, waving and grabbing at his fingers, her eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" Billy cooed, pulling aside the coverlet and scooping her back into his arms.

Snuggling into the curve of his chest, Angel settled almost immediately, her cheek pressed against Billy's heartbeat as her eyes drifted closed again.

"You just need someone to love you, don't you?" Billy whispered tenderly, pulling the baby girl closer into his arms as she slipped back into dreamland.

Hearing a knock at the door, Billy cradled Angel against him and went to answer the summons.

"Pip." David nodded at his brother. "She okay?"

"She's perfect," Billy answered.

"Just brought down the things she'll need until I get back tomorrow," David said, indicating the folded change table and crib at the foot of the porch stairs. "Bernard will be down later to set them up for you." Pausing, David reached out to run a finger across Angel's cheek. "Other than that, I'll be back at around supper time tomorrow to pick her up."

"No need," Billy replied mildly, his arm unconsciously tightening around the sleeping baby.

"What?" David exclaimed, eyes darting to Billy's face.

"I'll keep her for the week," Billy explained. "Then, until I can sort out the logistics, Miranda can have her back."

"Logistics?" David raised an eyebrow.

"She needs someone to love her, David. Someone she can depend on, to be there forever, and I want to be that someone."

"You can't be mum and dad to her, and work full time, Pip," David argued. "Be sensible. I want to keep her, too, but I can't, and I won't give her less than she deserves."

"She won't get less than she deserves, Daisy," Billy insisted in a low voice, watching the sleeping baby closely.

"So she's going to be a replacement for all the love you were lavishing on Dom, is she?" David asked and then frowned.

"Fuck off, David," Billy cursed softly at his brother. "She needs me, and I need her. Can't you just let it be at that?"

"No." David shook his head, opening his arms and gesturing for Billy to hand him the baby. "This is a bad idea. I'll find another solution."

"She's not going anywhere, Daisy." Billy pressed his lips together as his arms encircled Angel protectively.

"I won't let you hurt yourself like this."

"Then you want to see her go to strangers?" Billy's voice was strangled, his eyes glistening as he merely considered the possibility.

"No, but I don't want to see your heart broken either," David replied with a sigh.

"It won't be, and I know it's not the same as a family, but I need to fix her, Daisy."

"Then stop being such a stubborn asshole and bring Dom back."

"This has got nothing to do with, Dom." Billy's voice cracked, as he spoke his lover's name.

"Like fuck it doesn't," Daisy spat. "You think we're not worried about you? You don't interact with anyone anymore. You don't come to meals, which we all know means you're simply not eating. I see the lights on down here, all night long, while you're sorting pot shards. I'm willing to bet you're still sleeping on the sheets that Dom slept on, when you can sleep, that is. If you were snapping the hand's heads off like you used to, that would be something, but no, you've sunk into your own shell, complacent and hurting, and I have no idea what to do to help you. I've never not been able to help you before, Pip." David sighed.

"It's killing me, Pip. I can see you, slowly killing yourself with your pain, and I don't know what to do."

"Angel is not a replacement for him," Billy replied softly, unable to refute anything in David's statement.


"If you and Dom were together, I'd sign her over to you in a heartbeat, Billy." David paused to take a deep breath. "But she deserves a mother and a father, or at least two daddies." Shifting his weight, David shrugged.

'So just because I'm alone, I can't have her?" Billy whispered.

"No," David replied calmly. "I'm saying you need to get your shit together, Pip. You're killing yourself with regret and grief, and showering Angel with love is not going to be healthy for either of you." David paused. "He's no better off then you, Pip. Can't you see
that? You're not giving him a better life, you're destroying two lives."

"You don't know that, Daisy." Billy searched David's face, looking for clues to his Dom's condition. "He'll forget me. He has to."

"Will you ever forget him?" David asked bluntly.

"Not even if my memory were somehow erased)" Billy replied without hesitation.

"Then what makes you think he will?"

Billy paused thoughtfully. "And what makes you think that I can fix what I've already done to him. I've hurt him, Daisy."

"He knows why you did it. He also knows that for you to hurt him like that, you've hurt yourself worse."

"How the fuck do you know?" Billy growled at his brother.

"You may have chased away a lover, brother, but you neglected to remember that he's my friend, too."

"What does that mean?" Billy's eyes narrowed.

"It means that you broke his heart, Billy, and he needed someone to talk to." Sighing, David shook his head. "I won't choose between the two of you, but I'll be fucked if I'm going to let him suffer the way you seem to think he deserves." David fell silent as he saw the look of horror in Billy's eyes. "Or maybe it's you,that you think needs to suffer."

"I don't want anyone to suffer, David," Billy said softly.

"Then the wheels fell off that cart fairly spectacularly, didn't they?" David laughed mirthlessly as he quirked an eyebrow at Billy with a wry grin. "Just think about it, okay?" he asked softly. "You're scaring me, Billy; you're my big brother, and my best
friend. I don't want to lose you just because you're such a stubborn bastard." Reaching out, David touched Angel's cheek. "I want my brother to be happy, and I want you to keep Angel. I just need to know you'll be able to."

"I'll think about it. Happy?" Billy asked before lifting his free arm, laying his hand on David's shoulder and clasping it tightly. "I'm good, really," Billy assured him. "You know me. I just need some time."

"Yeah, I know you. That's the problem." David sighed, stepping close to hug his brother as tightly as he could without waking Angel. "You two need each other, Pip. Don't leave it so long you can't fix each other."

"I only said I'll think about it, Daisy. Don't you dare get his hopes up," Billy warned.

"Would I do that?" David asked innocently.

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"You know, we could put Angel in Milo's swing while he's asleep."
Liv spoke softly as she watched Billy lift crates of preserving Jars down from the top shelves of her pantry.

"No." Billy negated the idea quickly. "She needs physical contact," he said softly in explanation.

"All babies do, but it won't hurt them to amuse themselves for a little while," Liv countered gently.

"Seriously." Climbing down from the ladder and setting the box he was carrying on the kitchen table, Billy walked over to nuzzle his nose against Angel's cheek. Whispering so softly to her that Liv couldn't hear what he was saying, Billy then stood up straight and moved back towards the ladder. "I think her silence is emotional, not physical."

"What makes you say that?" Liv moved Angel so she was sitting up, her back pressed against Liv's chest, little arms waving in the air and chocolate eyes following Billy's movement around the room.

"It's just something I've noticed. She doesn't sleep unless she's being touched. She doesn't relax unless she's being held. And sometimes, if she's in just the right mood, and I blow raspberries on her cute little baby belly," Billy explained as he walked closer and tickled Angel's stomach with a gentle finger, "She makes the sweetest little gurgling noises, if you listen close."

"Gas?" Liv supplied as she smiled at him.

"It's almost like a giggle, but she's forgotten how to," Billy answered, shrugging before he turned back to climb the ladder again.

"That's so sad, Billy," Liv murmured, her fingers moving to stroke Angel's soft, ebony curls.

"Who knows what she saw before David found her," Billy murmured as he put the last box on the table and brushed the dust from his shirt. Walking back towards them, Billy extended his hands to the reaching, waving arms of the silent, tiny cherub in Liv's embrace.

"It must have been awful for her." Liv shuddered, folding her arms around herself as she thought about the very different start in life that her son and Angel had had.

"It can't have been good." Billy rubbed his cheek against Angel's head as she snuggled into his shoulder, his hand gently stroking her back. "And who knows what she saw or even how long she was there, all alone." Sighing, Billy shrugged. "But she's here now, and she's safe. She just has to believe in herself that she really is safe before she lets herself remember how to be a happy baby."

"She'll miss you when Miranda takes her back."

"I'll miss her, but I can't take care of her properly, just yet," Billy replied.

"She watches every little thing you do," Liv commented as she started to remove dusty bottles from the crates.

"It's only because I was the only movement in the room," Billy reasoned.

"No, she watched you. Just you. Pounce wandered through and she never even noticed. She reached for you every time you were close. She loves you, Billy. You make her feel safe."

"Well, it's all good then." Billy grinned as he lifted Angel up, pressed his face to her cloth covered belly and blew a raspberry there. Hands reaching out excitedly, Angel made contact with the top of Billy's head, her feet kicking out in joyful pleasure. "Because I definitely adore her. Yes, I do," Billy murmured against Angel's belly as he played with her happily.

"You need to have children, Billy." Liv smiled at him fondly. "Lots of them."

"I'd love them," Billy admitted and then shrugged "But it's a moot point, really."

"You only have to call him," Liv murmured softly as Billy lowered Angel, and settled her against his chest.

"Not you, too?" Billy's eyebrows lifted.

"No. Just saying." Smiling demurely, Liv turned her attention back to the bottles.

"Yes, David," Billy said with a heavy sigh. "Just leave it, Livvie. Please?"

"Not a word more," she answered solemnly.

Chapter 30

Comments

[light-the-sky76.livejournal.com]

Yeah Billy, just call him!

Sheesh *eyeroll*

:P

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

He's too stubborn to do what he's told.

Glad you're enjoying.

[crsty1961.livejournal.com]

Awe he's in for a world of hurt if they take her away. He had better change his mind pretty sone. Oh and the descriptions of him with a baby, make me so happy. Gosh I wish he'd get pictures of him and Jack on line. Also cloth diapers aren't used much here in the states, Pampers are.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

He is isn't he.

He's got to decide what is more important to him I guess.

I know about the Pampers, cloth is good for her though.

[daydreambeleevr.livejournal.com]

"It's okay," David agreed mildly, watching his brother closely as Billy let the fingers of his free hand trail across Angel's delicate skin. "One day is all we'll need."

hee. that tricky little devil. one day, indeed. i bet it's only gonna take one day for that baby to get under Billy's skin. perfect.


"She just needs someone to love her and keep her safe." Billy carefully lifted Angel so that she was cradled against his shoulder, kissing her lightly on the cheek as he rearranged her, his hand moving slowly, stroking her back.

don't mind me, i think i just ovulated. *grin*

i love billy's devotion to Angel. he's make a great daddy. :smile:

kerry =)

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

David is a tricky one isn't he, and for the record I think it took far less than a day for Billy to fall in love with her.

He will won't he? Almost makes you wish they could make their own babies.

Glad you're enjoying sweetie.

[lancslass.livejournal.com]

*sigh* so cute,
i thought this was going down another path, with trouble brewing in the pub/shop.
Yeah Billy, send Daisy to get Dom.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

They are cute aren't they?

Dom won't come back for Daisy, Billy made him leave so, he did.

[loozy.livejournal.com]

Stupid Billy... Just want to slap him... But then again, I also understand where he comes from and why he feels he has to do this... And I hurt for Billy :(

Can't wait for the next part...

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Billy's been hurt, he doesn't want to hurt again and he doesn't want to hurt Dom either. In his mind his decision was clear, it's just a shame that nobody else can see his muddled clarity isn't it?

Next part will be on Monday.

Glad you're enjoying hon.

[mystery-ink.livejournal.com]

*gives Billy the number AND a dime* *G*

CALL HIM!!!!!

I hope we find out where this Angel came from... and I'm trying to remember if we know who Miranda is in this. I'd love to know what David's been hearing from Dom.

Great chapter!

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

It'll take more than a dime to break through to the stubborn Billy, hopefuly someone will make him see sense soon.

You haven't really met Miranda yet, but you will soon I promise.

Can't you just see Dom and Daisy having those long teenage girlfriends phone calls late at night?

Glad you're enjoying hon.

[divinemadam.livejournal.com]

Billy + baby = LOVE!!! I am such a sucker when it comes to men and babies. I love how Liv and David are both trying to show Billy how much he needs to have Dom back and using the baby to do it. Anything to get them back together! What David needs to do is tell Billy that something has happened to Dom just to get the knee jerk reaction that we all know that Billy would have. Cruel? Yes, but sometimes we have to go to extremes to do the right things. Personally, I would like to smack him except for the cuteness with the baby.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

I love men with babies, there was a calendar done down here once of men and babies in B/W, almost like Anne Geddes style, it was gorgeous, every time i see a man with a baby it reminds me of that calendar.

I don't think that would even make Billy see sense, I think that Dommie is the only one that can do that.

[illiadri.livejournal.com]

I can't. Bear. It. Billeeeeeeeee. Per-leaase call him.

My hoped for reunion in Helm's Deep didn't happen.. I'm just hoping there's a reunion on the cards. Story's nearly through..

*bites nails*

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Billy's a stubborn git isn't he?

Glad you're still enjoying, but don't bite your nails much, you might need them later on.