The count down had already started, they would be married in a matter of a couple days. She said she was fine with the courthouse wedding but she only said that to placate Bill. She didn't want a ten grand wedding, just a pretty location, a nice little cake, a dress...Tears spilled from her eyes. It wasn't fair. Sure they were getting married but she still wanted a proposal or something. Bailey felt like a brat for being upset, but also felt vindicated. Bill kept waving her off and promising this reception to be the end all. Truthfully she didn't care about that. She wanted to have a wedding and then ride off on their honeymoon. She frowned, no honeymoon plans were on the horizon either. A long sigh escaped her lips. She definitely didn't feel special.
Bailey stared at the ceiling, they hadn't bothered to get up for the day. She still had to unpack. Where she was going to put her things, she wasn't so sure since Bill's ex-wife's stuff was still taking up a lot of space. She hoped he would just throw it out already...At least now she had her own clothes to wear instead of this other lady's. Bailey couldn't wait until she didn't need assistance with dressing herself among other things.
She couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed, disturbing Bill in the process. He reached for her as she got to her feet. "Where are you going?" He whined sleepily.
"Getting up. Been awake this whole time." She said tiredly, brushing the hair from her eyes.
"Come back." He mumbled.
Bailey made a noise and went into the living room to retrieve some clothes. She dug through the clothing box one handed, pulling out a sun dress and under garments. She sighed, of course she would need help. Bailey wondered if she could even wear a bra yet. Would it hurt? She would find out, she was so embarrassed to go out like that yesterday.
She shuffled back into his room and dropped the clothes at the foot of the bed. Bill was already sitting up, he smiled when he looked up at her. "Come here." He said with a sappy look on his face. Bailey's face softened as she walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and pressed his lips to hers. She melted under his touch.
Bill pulled back, looking her face over with a dreamy expression. "God, you're beautiful." He said breathlessly. Bailey blushed and turned her head. Bill gently turned her face back to him. His hand lingered there as he stroked her chin with his thumb. "I love you, Bailey Dauterive." Bill said with an intense look on his face.
"I'm not Mrs. Dauterive yet!" Bailey squeaked, her face beet red.
"What's a couple of days? You're my beautiful bride." Bill said before peppering her face with soft kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you too." She said sappily.
They both laughed softly, staring into each other eyes. Bill pulled her into his chest carefully and held her tenderly. "I'm glad something good came from all of this. I owe you my life. I'll do everything I can to give you the world, Bailey." Bill said in the crook of her neck.
Bailey pulled back and held his face in her hands. "What are you talking about?" She asked in concern.
"You took such good care of me. You didn't have to do all of that. I-" He broke down crying.
"You don't owe me anything, Bill." She said softly as she brushed away his tears.
"But I do!" He cried.
Bailey shook her head. "That's not why you're marrying me is it?" She asked, a pit forming in her stomach.
"No!" He said, tightening his grip on her hips. "I love you, that's why I'm marrying you." He quickly added. She tentatively leaned back into his touch. "I've waited my whole life for you, Bailey. I've never felt this way about any other woman in my entire life. You're my special one, my soul mate." He said, moving his hand up to gently fix her hair. Bailey blushed, turning her head to hide her embarrassed smile. She wasn't sure how to take any of this, no one had ever been so...intensely positive about her. She ate it up and leaned into him for another hug.
"We're still getting to know each other...what if you think I'm weird or lame after awhile?" She asked tentatively, tensing up as she waited for his answer.
"You're wonderful, god you're so wonderful. I have the rest of my life to get to know you and I look forward to every second. I cherish every single moment with you." He said, she averted her eyes from the intensity of his expression.
"I...I don't know what to say." She said, her voice a an octave higher as she hid her red face with her hands. Bill gently pulled them away and enveloped them with his own hands.
"Just say you're mine." He said, his voice barely above a whisper as he kept glancing at her parted lips.
"I'm yours, always." She whispered before pressing her lips to his. The kiss deepened into smoldering passion. Bill's hands slid lower.
He squeezed her ass and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his and mirrored his movements. Bill reached under her shirt and massaged her breast. She felt his erection pressed firmly into her thigh. Bailey broke this kiss. "You're such a horndog." She said in breathless amusement.
"I'm with you, why wouldn't I be?" He growled lustfully as he pulled down the sweatpants she was still wearing, they fell to her ankles.
"I want you so bad, but I'm so hungry." She said, pulling out of his reach, struggling to pull her pants back up.
"I'll make you something after..." He said, getting to his feet.
"I can't...I'm too hungry." Bailey said, catching her breath.
"I'll give you something to eat." He growled lustfully, pressing himself to her. She blushed and backed out of his hold.
"Help me get dressed please." She said with an embarrassed smile.
Bill pulled her into another smoldering kiss. "Let's get some breakfast in you then, so I can fill you soon after." He said with his forehead on hers, as he held her ass firmly.
"The longer you take here, the longer it'll be before...you know." She said shyly.
He gave a final squeeze before letting her go. Bill lifted her shirt off and bit his lip as he stared at her breasts. Bailey flushed even darker when she noticed his erection was twitching. Lord help her. She stepped out of the pants, now completely naked. She felt self conscious the longer he stared hungrily at her body.
Bill found it in himself to tear his eye away from his bride to be's naked form. It was harder when she told him how much she wanted him too. He grabbed the clothes that she abandoned at the foot of the bed. "We could always eat in the nude." He said playfully. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked away, feeling the heat in her face. "It'll make it easier to get back into things." He purred as he pawed at her.
"Damn it, I want you too bad now." She whispered as she closed the distance between them again. What was another thirtyish minutes? She thought as he laid her back down on the bed, standing between her legs. He slinked down lower, kissing her hips. Bailey balled the dirty sheet in her hand when she felt his hot breath on her nethers.
She pushed Bill away when he kept going after she had came. He gave her lusty toothy grin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Bailey laid there catching her breath when he dragged her lower half on the bed. He climbed on top of her and slicked up his tip with some saliva before pressing into her.
Bill moaned as he slid all the way in. He loved how aroused he made her. He rocked his hips as he leaned down and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. "I love you, Bailey." He moaned.
"Can you do the thing with my leg?" She asked breathlessly.
"This?" Bill asked when he put one of her legs over his shoulder, getting deeper in her.
"Yessss." She gasped.
Bill thrust deep when he climaxed. He let his sweaty head drop on hers. She turned her head so she could catch a breath. Bailey closed her eyes and held him as he laid on top of her panting hard. "I love you too." She whispered.
He made a happy noise and kissed her softly. Bill carefully pulled out and reached for the sweatpants on the floor. He cleaned both of them up.
"Is this how mornings will usually go?" She asked with a playfully smirk.
"I hope so." Bill said with a toothy grin.
She rolled onto her side and carefully laid an arm over his waist. "Me too...I really am hungry though." She said with a wince.
"I'll make us some eggs." Bill said dreamily as he sat up. "How do you like them? Fertilized?" He laughed suggestively. Bailey squeaked and hid her face behind one of the stale sweat soaked pillows.
"Scrambled!" Came her muffled reply.
Bill laughed and wiggled one of her toes playfully.
Bailey peeked from behind the pillow. "Will you help me get dressed now?"
"You don't clothes right now." He teased as he helped her sit up.
"You sound like you want to keep me naked all the time." She laughed awkwardly.
"Is that so wrong?" He said with a devious smirk as he picked up her bra. He turned it over in his hands, taking in the black and neon green spiderweb pattern. Bailey flushed scarlet and looked down at her lap. "Are you sure you should even try wearing this right now? Won't it hurt?" He asked in concern.
"Doesn't hurt to try." She said with a nervous shrug, wincing from her carelessness.
Bill nodded and helped put it on. "Uhh, how tight do you want it?" He asked.
"Middle." She said shyly.
Bill struggled with the hooks for a moment before finally getting it. She adjusted herself in the cups and fixed the straps. She winced, the strap was sitting right on top of her wound, of course. She moved the strap over some and found that to be more comfortable. Bill grabbed her panties next. "Are you sure you want to wear these right now?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said, taking them from him. She put them on with a wince.
Bill stared at her for a moment before helping her put her dress on. She smoothed it down once on. He stared at her more, taking in the black dress with moths printed all over it. He noticed it showed a good amount of cleavage too. "God you're beautiful." He breathed.
"Thanks." She blushed. "You're handsome yourself." She added shyly. This made him blush, he couldn't remember the last time he was called handsome. Bill kissed her softly. He slid his hand into hers and led her to the kitchen.
He pulled a dusty chair out for her. Bailey sat down and flashed him a smile before checking her phone.
"Can you believe it? We're going to be married in two days." He said excitedly as he gathered everything he needed on the grimy counter.
Bailey blushed again and put her head down momentarily. "I can't wait." She said in a warm shyness. She waited another moment before unlocking her phone again. "Hey Bill, what's your Wi-Fi passcode?" She asked quietly.
Bill hesitated for a moment, "Here, I can just do it for you." He stepped closer, reaching to take her phone.
"I got it, what is it?" She asked innocently.
Bill squirmed, not wanting to give it to her. "It's Bill and Lenore nineteen ninety-seven." He said reluctantly.
Bailey snorted, "What was so hard about that?"
Bill fidgeted, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "I...err...well"
"I thought it was going to be something like woundfucker69 or something." She laughed.
Bill made a disgusted face, which made her laugh harder. He stared at her in momentary shock.
"What?" She asked, crumbling under his gaze.
"I just wasn't expecting that from you, my sweet, Bailey." He said as he got back to cooking.
"It's not that shocking..." She muttered. At least Amy would have laughed. An awkward silence fell between them as she checked her socials. There were a few people concerned with her disappearance. Mostly it was people asking her to identify some insect they found and people saying they miss the memes she'd post and share. In a group she frequented she saw a post asking if bug girl was booted or something.
Bailey hesitated before checking Amy's profile. She steeled herself and went to it. There she found a gazillion posts about her missing and how it devastated Amy. There was one where she mentioned having a vigil. This made Bailey's blood run cold. She shook her head, she was over thinking that particular post. It bothered her how it was one of the most recent. There were a few photos of her and who she assumed was the detective she was seeing.
Bailey browsed through all the photos Amy posted of them together. A lot of them were screenshots of conversations they had with their catfish victims and selfies. She stared at one in particular from the most recent best friend's day. Bailey teared up. Where did everything go so wrong? She glanced up to see Bill plating up the food and quickly put her phone to sleep.
"Thank you!" She chirped when he set a plate down in front of her.
"My pleasure, love." He said with a warm grin, making the corner of his eye crinkle some. Bill watched her take the first bite and waited for her approval. He relaxed some when her face lit up.
" How did you make these so good?" She asked before shoveling another forkful of eggs into her mouth.
"I'm glad you like my cooking." Bill said warmly.
"This is so good! Could you show me how to cook these sometime?" She asked excitedly.
"Of course...don't you know how to cook eggs though?" He asked gently.
"Uhh...no..."She said, staring down at her plate in embarrassment.
"Oh...its no problem, I'd love to teach you." He said, salvaging the situation.
Bailey gave him a half heart smile, more for his benefit. She felt so stupid that she couldn't even cook eggs. Who doesn't know how to cook eggs? Dumbass bug girl. She finished her meal with less gusto. Would he still like her if she didn't know how to cook a proper meal?
Bill kicked himself. Living with a monster like Amy..."I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."
"Its fine." She said a little too quickly. Bailey decided she was finished and got up to take care of her plate. She sat back down at the table, unsure what to do with herself.
Bill put his hand out on the table, inviting her to put her hand in his. She did so, not meeting his gaze. "Bailey, what is it?" He asked softly, stroking her hand with his thumb.
"I can't cook...I never learned... " She cried, resting her head in her hand.
"Bailey, its okay. Once things settle down some I'll teach you." He said trying to lighten the mood.
"You don't think I'm a loser?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"Heavens no!" Bill reassured her.
She sighed in relief. "Oh good."
Bill gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. "Why don't we unpack your things, love." He said, getting up.
" Okay." She said quietly, wondering where the hell anything would go. She followed him into the living room.
He had already hefted her clothing box into his arms. "This is so exciting! Just you and me...moving your stuff in with mine." He said dreamily. Bailey gave a small smile. He set the box on the bed and opened it.
Bill pulled out the neat folded stacks of clothes. He opened a drawer to his dress and and frowned at his wrinkled wadded up clothes. He opened another drawer, which happened to be full of Lenore's old things as well. Bill stared at them for a few moments. He finally got to make room for a woman that actually cared about him. Bill grabbed handfuls of the clothes and tossed them into the now empty box.
He went through the rest of the dresser and closet, discarding all of her old forgotten clothes.
"Why do you still have all this stuff?" Bailey asked as she watched him.
Bill tried to stammer out a response. "I kept hoping Lenore would come back to me...someday." He said pathetically.
" Oh." She said quietly.
Bill fidgeted nervously before getting back to removing any trace of Lenore. He left to get a garbage bag. Bailey couldn't shake the feeling that she was just a replacement for whoever this other woman was.
Bill returned, nearly choking on his own spit when he caught Bailey going through an old photo album.
"Is this you?" Bailey asked, pointing to an old photo from high school.
"Sure is!" Bill said, looking sadly at his past self.
"Wait...that's you?" Bailey laughed. "Oh my god! You're the Bill Dauterive my school wouldn't shut up about whenever someone came close to beating some record?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yep." Bill said, reminiscing.
"That was like before I was even born..." She said wide eyed.
Bill grimaced awkwardly. "Yep..."
"Dang..." She said with an awkward laugh.
Bill was really feeling his age. It had been so long since he was in high school. Minus that time Hank helped him use that loop hole to keep his record. Wasn't even born...
"You were so cute in your gear." She said, easing the tension.
Bill blushed. "I'm just fat and old now..." He said sullenly.
"Aren't we all?" Bailey said as she turned the page. Bill gave her a confused look. "Oh was this your ex-wife?" She asked innocently.
"Yeah..." He sighed.
"She's beautiful..." Bailey said, feeling self conscious.
"Not as beautiful as you." Bill said, pulling the album out of her hands. He closed it and set it aside. "I can toss it." He said.
" Why? Its part of your life." She asked,
" I thought you would want me to...you know...get rid of it." He said awkwardly.
"I mean if you don' t want it. Don't get rid of it on my behalf." She said gently, moving it further away from the trash bag.
Bill teared up some, "Thank you." Bailey shrugged.
He got back to work making room for Bailey's things. He held up a particularly barely there strappy lingerie piece, silently asking if she'd wear it for him.
"Bill...stop asking me to wear your ex-wife's fucking lingerie." Bailey said tiredly. Bill stuffed it into overflowing garbage bag, red faced.
Now that all of Lenore's old clothes were rounded up, Bill quickly put away Bailey's wardrobe. She felt strange now that her stuff shared the same storage as someone else's. It shouldn't be too hard to adjust.
"I think we earned a break." Bill said, flopping down on the bed.
"I'm going to unpack the rest of my stuff if you don't mind. Bailey said as she got to her feet. Bill frowned. "I wanted to cuddle." He pouted. Bailey obliged and crawled back into bed. He cradled her in his arms. "God, I love you." He said passionately. "I love you too." She whispered sweetly.
