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Billy opened the door to the apartment, not thinking anything of it. He wasn't expecting to see Cecilia standing in front of him with some baby. After a moment, he realized that this kid had to be hers. She obviously wasn't pregnant anymore. Wilson walked in fro his bedroom and kissed Cecilia on the cheek. Billy noticed that there was no shock in seeing the baby from his father, or surprise in seeing her that morning. His father knew that she had had the baby and that she was stopping by that morning and didn't even tell him.
This enraged Billy in a way that he had never been before. He huffed off and sat on his bed in the middle of the main room in the apartment and both Cecilia and Wilson saw him do that. Cecilia felt bad, but Wilson was frustrated. He had no idea what was bugging Billy. He had been fine when Cecilia wasn't around; it didn't take a genius to figure out that it had something to do with her.
Cecilia shook off Billy's actions with an elegance that she had become accustomed to in the past year. She put her carrier down with Juliet in it in Wilson's counter and he started to play wit the baby. His baby voice made her smile; it was sweet and a lot less annoying than when other people did it. Juliet seemed to respond well to him, too. That was good to know, since she would be leaving her with him in a matter of minutes.
The diaper bag was the next ting that she placed down- right beside her daughter with a slight thud. "Everything is in here- diapers, food, two full bottles, a few toys- and a pacifier is in there somewhere." He looked away from the child and smiled at her reassuringly. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I am sure," he said. "You need me to help and I think it'd be good for me to spend a little time with Juliet. Besides, it's only for an hour or two."
"Well, great. Thanks again. I really owe you." Her eyes went from his eyes, to his nose, and then lingered on his lips. They were so endearing that she had to fight the urge to jump on him at that moment. As that faded from her mind, Juliet came into focus. Her eyes shifted to the right of her and to her daughter. She appeared content- now was the time to go. "I guess I should get going then. Quicker I go quicker I can get back." Wilson didn't say anything as she reached her finger out to Juliet. She wrapped her fist around Cecilia pointer so eagerly and tightly.
Why was she leaving again? This was the first time she was leaving Juliet, or having someone else watch her for that matter. She'd been with her for six weeks now nonstop. It was hard to just drop her off and walk out the door without her. But she couldn't bring her with her, and this whole thing was for her benefit. Well, her benefit and Cecilia's.
"Mama's just going to go pick up our things and I'll be right back, OK? Wilson's going to take care of you though. He's a dad; he knows what to do. Then when I get back, we can start moving into our new apartment. Isn't that exciting?" Juliet smiled in that way that she did- it wasn't exactly what would be called a smile, but Cecilia was able to detect it like any mother would have. She sighed and bent down, kissing her forehead. Then, she turned back to Wilson and kissed his lips quickly. "Thanks," she said again. After looking back about four times in the three feet it was from where she was standing to the door, Cecilia finally left. She lingered outside of the door and listened intently for crying. After hearing nothing, she was off down the elevator.
Wilson picked up Juliet's carrier and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, then sat himself at the couch. He didn't really know what he should be doing. He fully grasped the concept of babysitting- watching the kid- but he wasn't sure if he had to stop everything and stare at her, or if he could get up and walk around a bit. He thought about getting up, but then thought she would probably wail if he left her. Instead, he thought of something better.
"Hey Billy, come here for a second." Grudgingly, he obliged. "I'd like you to meet someone. Sit please." Billy just crossed his arms over his chest, stuck on hip out, and remained standing. Wilson rolled his eyes at the moodiness of his son. "Fine, don't sit. This," he put his hand on the carrier, "is Cecilia daughter. Her name is Juliet."
"Hi," he spat out in the baby's direction. "Cecilia was pregnant before you met her, right?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you care about her so much? This isn't your daughter. She isn't your wife. What's the point?"
"The point is," Wilson said calmly, "that I like Cecilia. She's a very nice woman, and right now she needs a little help from us. That's why we are watching Juliet for an hour or so."
"Where did she go?" Billy said, referring to Cecilia in a rude tone.
"She went back to her house to get her things." He sighed, knowing this would bring about some big fight, but he knew he had to tell him eventually. "Cecilia is moving into the apartment across the hall, the one the Vanovers used to live in."
"I hate you!" he screamed. Juliet jumped, as did Wilson, but nothing earth shattering happened. "Now she's going to be over here constantly! How could you let this happen? Why? What did I do to make you do this?"
This time, Billy didn't run away. That made Wilson think that Billy actually wanted an answer to the questions he had just posed. "You didn't do anything. And I didn't let anything happen. Cecilia saw that the apartment was for rent when she came over one day. Besides, I have no control over where she lives, Billy."
"I know," he said, this time more calm but with tears coming down his cheeks, "but now everything is going to change. I don't want you dating her. I don't like her."
"So I've noticed. Why not?"
"Because. Because she isn't a good person. She has a daughter and she's not married."
"I have a son and I'm not married," Wilson reasoned.
"You were married," he reminded him. "She's going to want you to be her baby's dad. And you can't be because you're my dad. I'm not sharing you with someone like her."
"You think we are getting married?"
"Not now, but some day."
"We are not getting married- not now, not soon."
"Not ever?" he asked optimistically.
"Look, I like Cecilia. She is important to me. Not as important as you are, but important enough. Can't you just respect that?"
"No," Billy answered heatedly. Wilson knew he was starting to wear him down, though. That "no" was lined with affirmative undertones that weren't as hard to sense as Billy would have liked.
"Fine. Anything else you wanted to tell me?" He shook his head. "Any other reason you don't like Cecilia?" Again, he shook his head and then went back to sit on his bed. "All right then," Wilson mumbled to himself. He looked down at the floor, then up at Juliet in front of him. Her eyes gleamed with the innocence of youth, something Wilson, Cecilia, and apparently even Billy had been robbed of way too early. Growing up wasn't nearly as fun as you always thought it would be. Adult content is better left to the true adults.
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait in chapters. I was very unmotivated. And I don't even have any idea what the next chapter is going to be so expect an even longer wait. ::sighs:: I hate having trouble with this stuff.
Anyhoo, I liked the beginning of this chapter. The whole Wilson/Billy thing was impromptu and stupid. Oh well.
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Just because Billy doesn't like Cecilia doesn't mean you don't have to. Review and confess your true feelings like Billy did.
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