Billie Joe's Girl!, chapter 7
I'm sure you guys don't want to know my life story of how the next nine months went, but they were good, better than I could have ever imagined. So me and Billie Joe had obviously split after I found him with my best friend - I guess you could say the band took a break - and I had found out that I was pregnant with Tre's baby. So I'm only 17, me and Tré had discussed the matter and we both knew we were ready. Me and Tré didn't really know what to do, as the pregnancy was a little unexpected. Tré asked me to move in with him... on a friendly basis, though I guess that's when we began to date - It kind of happened naturally. Tré was well, I was well, the baby was well, and we were all happy, all three of us that is!
"Tré, come here! The baby just kicked again!" I said excitedly as I placed my hand on my big round belly.
"Ooooh" Tré giggled as he walked up to me placing his hand on my stomach. He felt the baby kick, and then glanced up to me with a cheeky smile, which made him look irresistible. Then kissed my belly. I took his hands and tugged them gently, so he would stand up. I looked into his blue eyes.
"We're gonna do this aren't we!" I smiled.
"Roxy, I wouldn't have wanted my child with anyone else but you!" he replied, gently putting his hands on my face and pulling me close so our noses were touching, I smiled and closed my eyes as we began to kiss. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, it was time.
"Tré, I think im having the baby!" I shouted happily.
A huge smile spread across Tre's face "im gonna' be a daddy, im gonna be a daddy, im gonna be a daddy!" he sang as he ran around the room grabbing a bag with clothes and his keys. "Come on lets go!" he smiled as he grabbed my hand.
*3 hours later*
I sat in the hospital bed warn out, with a baby in my arms, mine and Tre's baby. I look up at Tré, to see the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. "So what are we going to call him?" I asked.
"What about O... " he said but stopping himself "oh, it doesn't matter."
"No, what were you going to say?" I asked
"What about Owen?" he replied shyly.
"Owen!" I smiled, as I looked at the baby boy in my arms "yes, I like it... Owen."
Tré smiled adorably, he leant in and we kissed passionately. We pulled away and laughed, the hospital was full of 30 year old woman expecting a baby. And there was me, with my red dreads, and Tré with his bright green hair, short leg jeans, and a pair of old converses... what a sight!
I passed the baby to Tré. His face lit up as the little baby held Tre's finger tight in his hand. "Hello Owen!" Tré said quietly, I stared at Tré, and the smile on his face, but was distracted by something In the corner of my eye, I looked to the right to see Billie Joe and mike walk into the ward.
"Tré, come here! The baby just kicked again!" I said excitedly as I placed my hand on my big round belly.
"Ooooh" Tré giggled as he walked up to me placing his hand on my stomach. He felt the baby kick, and then glanced up to me with a cheeky smile, which made him look irresistible. Then kissed my belly. I took his hands and tugged them gently, so he would stand up. I looked into his blue eyes.
"We're gonna do this aren't we!" I smiled.
"Roxy, I wouldn't have wanted my child with anyone else but you!" he replied, gently putting his hands on my face and pulling me close so our noses were touching, I smiled and closed my eyes as we began to kiss. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, it was time.
"Tré, I think im having the baby!" I shouted happily.
A huge smile spread across Tre's face "im gonna' be a daddy, im gonna be a daddy, im gonna be a daddy!" he sang as he ran around the room grabbing a bag with clothes and his keys. "Come on lets go!" he smiled as he grabbed my hand.
*3 hours later*
I sat in the hospital bed warn out, with a baby in my arms, mine and Tre's baby. I look up at Tré, to see the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. "So what are we going to call him?" I asked.
"What about O... " he said but stopping himself "oh, it doesn't matter."
"No, what were you going to say?" I asked
"What about Owen?" he replied shyly.
"Owen!" I smiled, as I looked at the baby boy in my arms "yes, I like it... Owen."
Tré smiled adorably, he leant in and we kissed passionately. We pulled away and laughed, the hospital was full of 30 year old woman expecting a baby. And there was me, with my red dreads, and Tré with his bright green hair, short leg jeans, and a pair of old converses... what a sight!
I passed the baby to Tré. His face lit up as the little baby held Tre's finger tight in his hand. "Hello Owen!" Tré said quietly, I stared at Tré, and the smile on his face, but was distracted by something In the corner of my eye, I looked to the right to see Billie Joe and mike walk into the ward.
