"Alright Carrie, let's see what's going on with Mr. Big!" I muttered as I sat down with some vanilla fudge ice cream. I was halfway through the episode when there was a knock on the door and I grunted. "Fucking typical, just when I get comfy." , I got up and walked over to it.

"Oh - hey. What are you doing here? Thought you'd be halfway to the paradise city with the boys about this time." I said seeing Billy standing there.

"I might have felt bad for laughing at you. I'm not into apologies, but I brought Chinese food and pizza. I wasn't sure which one you'd prefer, and I know they're probably not the best for you right now but you're already constipated, so what harm can it do?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face. I laughed and put my hand over my eyes.

"Oh wow, I'm embarrassed." I muttered and looked at him, grabbing the pizza. "You suck at trying to say you're sorry, by the way." I added and walked in, leaving the door open for him to follow. He sat down and I resumed my place on the couch.

"You look cute in pyjamas." He smirked.

"You still suck at apologies." I answered back, biting into my pizza. I pressed play and settled back.

"What the fuck are you watching?" he asked, a certain tone of disgust in his voice.

"Sex and the City, now shut up. Carrie just started an affair with Big."

"His name is Big?"

"No it's just his nickname. They've been on and off for the last three seasons and he just showed up again. He's married and she's with this gorgeous guy Aidan, but I don't think she ever stopped loving Big." I answered.

"Jesus it sounds fucking terrible, Leah."

"Shhh!" I hissed but he continued asking questions and by the time we had watched four episodes, I suspected he had started to enjoy it, but knowing Billy he would sooner die than admit to such a thing.

"What does it feel like?" he asked and I looked at him, he nodded toward my stomach.

"Oh, well the baby's not moving yet so it doesn't feel too different. I mean I know there's something going on in there, but it's not different really." I shrugged.

"No I mean your stomach. What does it feel like?" he asked. I looked at him and grinned.

"Would you like to feel it?" I asked, knowing he did.

"Nah, I'm just wondering." He shrugged, trying to look indifferent.

"Billy it's alright, I won't tell anyone. You're allowed to be excited, it's your baby." I said and with a small hesitation, he moved over beside me.

"It's not going to hurt you is it? I don't want to be too hard." He said and I suppressed a giggle. Here he was; Billy Darley the big bad afraid of hurting me by rubbing my stomach too hard. I lifted up my pyjamas top slightly and took his hand, placing it gently on the small firm bump.

"See? There's no need to worry. I'm not made of glass, and neither is the baby." I said and he smiled slightly as he let his hand relax a little and feel it properly. His hand was warm on the skin and for a moment, I got a flash of how nice it would be to have a baby with someone you loved, like a boyfriend or husband. There would be so many special moments to share together. He took his hand away and immediately the air turned from intimate and warm to awkward.

"I better go, it's late. You must be tired." He said and stood up.

"Thanks Billy." I said sincerely and he nodded, not looking at me before walking toward the door.

"See ya!" he called back and I sighed, a hint of a smile still on my face. He was a sweet guy really, just impossible to predict and completely conflicted by the way he was brought up and the way expecting his first child was making him feel. Something in him had definitely changed though; ever since hearing the heartbeat for the first time he had become a bit less argumentative, visibly biting his tongue when he wanted to argue back. We still had a long way to go because he was still downright infuriating at times and I knew he felt the same about me, but we were getting there. I was starting to feel hopeful that maybe our baby wouldn't grow up with parents that couldn't stand each other. Maybe, just maybe, our child would grow up with parents who, at the very least, could be somewhat friendly with each other.