Our Story, chapter 15
I laid my head down on Billie's lap and stretched my legs out onto the leather car seat.
"I thought you forgot about me," I said softly as I traced my finger on the studs of his belt.
"No," he responded as he began to stroke my hair. "I've been waiting forever for today, I wouldn't forget you."
"Good," I said with a smile. "I would have fucking killed you if you had."
We rode the rest of the way home in silence. Soaking in every second we had together, trying to make up for the time we had lost. After about twenty minutes of silence, the limousine came to stop in our driveway. Frank opened the door for us, and helped Billie carry my luggage up to the front door. Billie gave him a generous tip and unlocked the front door. I began to open it, but Billie stopped me.
"Wait," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You'll see," he answered as he put down the suitcase he was carrying.
Before I had time to realize what was happening, Billie picked me up and kicked the door open. He carried me into the front hall and put me back down again.
"See," he said with a huge grin on his face. "Every woman deserves to be carried under the threshold into her new house!"
"You are such a dork," I said as I walked back past him and rolled my suitcase into the house.
"Well, I was just trying to be romantic," he responded sarcastically, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry, baby. It was actually very sweet and romantic," I said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good," he answered as he pulled me in for a harder kiss.
I left my luggage in the front hall and made my way to the kitchen as Billie followed close behind.
"I'm starving!" I complained as I opened the refrigerator and looked around inside.
"Here, let's open this," Billie said, reaching past me and removing a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.
"Ooo, fancy," I said, turning around and kissing him on the lips.
"Only the best for my baby!" he squealed as he turned around and grabbed two champagne glasses from a shelf.
I laughed at how crazy he was sometimes as we walked out onto the deck outside. Billie put the champagne bottle and glasses down on a table and lit the fire pit in the middle of the deck. I dragged a lounge over next to the fire and sat down.
"Move," he said as he brought the champagne glasses over to the lounge. I stood up so he could sit down, and then sat back down between his legs.
Billie handed me a champagne glass as I leaned back against his chest. He leaned down and kissed my jaw line. I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was amazing how he still had that effect on me after four years. We laid on the lounge next to the fire for about an hour. We talked about anything that came to mind. It always felt comforting to know I had someone I could share everything with.
"Billie," I interrupted.
"What?" he responded, just above a whisper.
"I've been thinking..." I trailed off.
"Thinking about what?" he answered quickly.
"I don't think I want a wedding."
The next thing I knew I was sitting on the wooden deck with champagne spilled all over me.
"How can you be saying this?" he screamed. "I thought we had some sort of an agreement! You promised me you would move out here and marry me! You can't just change your mind! Oh my God I can't even fucking believe this!"
"Billie," I said calmly as I stood up. "I didn't say I didn't want to get married. I just want to get this done. Go down to city hall or something and just get mar... " I was interrupted by his lips slamming into mine.
Before I knew it, Billie had lifted me up and carried me inside. He carried me through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me.
"Thank God!" he screamed, as he ripped my top off and threw it across the room.
The next day, Billie and I got married. It was a simple ceremony in the court house in downtown Oakland. The only people to attend were Mike, Trè, Anastasia, and Claudia. It was just the way I had always imagined my wedding. We didn't need a fancy party and expensive things, we had our love and that's all we really needed.
Two years after we got married, I gave birth to our first son Andrew Marciano Armstrong, who we call Dewie. We named him after Billie's father. Two years after that, when Billie began writing for American Idiot, I became pregnant with our second child. We named him William Joseph, Billie and I always had a good sense of humor. Our marriage wasn't perfect, no one's is. We had our ups and downs just like every other couple. Billie toured constantly after American Idiot was released, and I got used to being a single parent for ten months out of the year. We always seemed to make it work, though. No matter how hard things got, we never gave up on each other and I think that's what got us to where we are now...
"I thought you forgot about me," I said softly as I traced my finger on the studs of his belt.
"No," he responded as he began to stroke my hair. "I've been waiting forever for today, I wouldn't forget you."
"Good," I said with a smile. "I would have fucking killed you if you had."
We rode the rest of the way home in silence. Soaking in every second we had together, trying to make up for the time we had lost. After about twenty minutes of silence, the limousine came to stop in our driveway. Frank opened the door for us, and helped Billie carry my luggage up to the front door. Billie gave him a generous tip and unlocked the front door. I began to open it, but Billie stopped me.
"Wait," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You'll see," he answered as he put down the suitcase he was carrying.
Before I had time to realize what was happening, Billie picked me up and kicked the door open. He carried me into the front hall and put me back down again.
"See," he said with a huge grin on his face. "Every woman deserves to be carried under the threshold into her new house!"
"You are such a dork," I said as I walked back past him and rolled my suitcase into the house.
"Well, I was just trying to be romantic," he responded sarcastically, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry, baby. It was actually very sweet and romantic," I said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good," he answered as he pulled me in for a harder kiss.
I left my luggage in the front hall and made my way to the kitchen as Billie followed close behind.
"I'm starving!" I complained as I opened the refrigerator and looked around inside.
"Here, let's open this," Billie said, reaching past me and removing a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.
"Ooo, fancy," I said, turning around and kissing him on the lips.
"Only the best for my baby!" he squealed as he turned around and grabbed two champagne glasses from a shelf.
I laughed at how crazy he was sometimes as we walked out onto the deck outside. Billie put the champagne bottle and glasses down on a table and lit the fire pit in the middle of the deck. I dragged a lounge over next to the fire and sat down.
"Move," he said as he brought the champagne glasses over to the lounge. I stood up so he could sit down, and then sat back down between his legs.
Billie handed me a champagne glass as I leaned back against his chest. He leaned down and kissed my jaw line. I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was amazing how he still had that effect on me after four years. We laid on the lounge next to the fire for about an hour. We talked about anything that came to mind. It always felt comforting to know I had someone I could share everything with.
"Billie," I interrupted.
"What?" he responded, just above a whisper.
"I've been thinking..." I trailed off.
"Thinking about what?" he answered quickly.
"I don't think I want a wedding."
The next thing I knew I was sitting on the wooden deck with champagne spilled all over me.
"How can you be saying this?" he screamed. "I thought we had some sort of an agreement! You promised me you would move out here and marry me! You can't just change your mind! Oh my God I can't even fucking believe this!"
"Billie," I said calmly as I stood up. "I didn't say I didn't want to get married. I just want to get this done. Go down to city hall or something and just get mar... " I was interrupted by his lips slamming into mine.
Before I knew it, Billie had lifted me up and carried me inside. He carried me through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me.
"Thank God!" he screamed, as he ripped my top off and threw it across the room.
The next day, Billie and I got married. It was a simple ceremony in the court house in downtown Oakland. The only people to attend were Mike, Trè, Anastasia, and Claudia. It was just the way I had always imagined my wedding. We didn't need a fancy party and expensive things, we had our love and that's all we really needed.
Two years after we got married, I gave birth to our first son Andrew Marciano Armstrong, who we call Dewie. We named him after Billie's father. Two years after that, when Billie began writing for American Idiot, I became pregnant with our second child. We named him William Joseph, Billie and I always had a good sense of humor. Our marriage wasn't perfect, no one's is. We had our ups and downs just like every other couple. Billie toured constantly after American Idiot was released, and I got used to being a single parent for ten months out of the year. We always seemed to make it work, though. No matter how hard things got, we never gave up on each other and I think that's what got us to where we are now...
