Chapter 5
A couple months later
Velma and Billy were playing with their son on the couch, laughing which was nice. Velma, although mostly unhappy, couldn't help but shine when she was around Billy and her son. She zoned out for a minute, watching her loving husband play with her child. Her child it rang in her head. She never imagined a kid, she always imagined fame. And it seemed this baby of hers, of Billy's and hers, was most important now. Then again she never imagined the Depression, or the pain, of love again. She always thought of herself as wealthy, and famous. People recognized her for a couple months, but after awhile it decreased. The only people that recognized her were Billy and her son. That was enough for the time being, but missed the fans. She missed Roxy, although she was surprised how much she really did miss her. Velma looked into Billy's eyes. He watched as she began to release tears from the corners of her eyes. He sighed, then went around to the other side of her, and hugged her tight. "Velma, I'm scared too. I'm scared too" he looked at his son as he continued to hug his wife. Just as Billy was about to kiss her on the cheek, they heard gun shots outside. Velma quickly grabbed her son and backed away from the window, even though they were considerably high off the ground. Billy leaned out the window to see what had happened. There was three cars crashed, and a cop shot, lying in a pool of blood on the cold cement sidewalk. "Well?" Velma asked. "Nothing that concerns us" he told blandly. She knew that meant it wasn't good, and not worth looking of even feeling curious about. Velma went warily over to the bedroom. Billy followed. Velma fell asleep to Billy rubbing her back and head. And their son lying between them, on his side facing Billy like his mom. Billy sat up most the night, until he finally felt his eyes slowly start to shut. Finally.