"No, no… Not there, Billy. Over there." Rebecca pointed to a slightly shadier patch of the backyard, indicating that he put the picnic table he was carrying down there. Man, I love watching him lift heavy things… Mmm…
"…Okay, Beautiful." He replied, a slight smirk beginning to pull at the corners of his lips.
"Don't you give me that 'okay', Billy Coen!" Rebecca replied crossly. She'd learned pretty quickly in their relationship that when Billy said 'Okay, Beautiful' what it really meant was 'Okay, but I still think you're wrong'. He laughed outright at her ire, and she found herself fighting a smile.
"Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you guys hated each other." Jill mumbled as she hefted a table cloth and a bowl of potato chips towards the table that Billy had finally plunked down in the right spot. Her comment made Rebecca laugh; they'd been told plenty of times that they seemed to fight like cats and dogs, but anyone that really knew them also knew that almost all of the time their 'fighting' was just playful in nature. Rebecca turned with a smile as she felt Chris' hand press lightly against her back.
"Why don't you sit down?" He asked, a fake air of innocence to his tone that was doing nothing to cover up the over-protectiveness. "We can handle the rest." Rebecca smirked at him, rubbing a hand fondly over her distended stomach.
"Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm made of glass." She said wryly, just to watch Chris squirm. She was so looking forward to the day that he and Jill had their first child… It was bound to be hilarious to watch him.
"Yeah," Billy called over, obviously having heard her comment. "I bet you any money she could still kick some zombie ass if she had to." Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine, and clutched her stomach just a bit tighter. She really, really hoped that she would never have to deal with such things ever again. She didn't want to bring a child into the kind of nightmarish world that they had all lived in. Brushing off the bad mood, she pasted a smirk on her face and turned back to her husband.
"I still kick your ass on a regular basis, so why not?" She replied cheekily. Chris and Jill laughed when all Billy did was shrug.
"Yeah," He said, grinning like a maniac. "but you know I just enjoy that." Rebecca shook her head over his antics, and went to seat herself somewhat awkwardly at the picnic table. Before she could sit down, however, Chris' sister Claire seemed to pop out of nowhere.
"Hang on a sec, Becca." She called, carrying a large padded chair. Rebecca blinked at her in surprise as she plunked it down at the head of the table. "Hard wooden benches would probably be hell on the back for you." She explained with a shrug.
Rebecca smiled fondly at Claire before taking a seat, always a little awed by how sweet the girl was. She'd loved Claire from the first second that she'd met her; She was tough as nails, and – from the stories she'd heard – just as experienced in the whole Umbrella disaster as the rest of them, but Claire somehow still retained a kindness about her when it came to her family. Nothing humbled Rebecca more than the fact that she and Billy were considered a part of that family. She watched as the rest of them brought out various bowls and platters that contained the rest of their picnic feast, smiling to herself at the friendly bickering between Billy and Chris.
I love my family.
Billy glanced over the table once more to make sure they had everything, before seating himself with the rest of them. Catching the soft smile on Becca's face, he couldn't help but ask.
"What's got you so smiley?" He said in a low undertone, out of everyone else's earshot. She grinned at him, and he felt his breath catch at how beautiful she was. It struck him every day, just how lucky he'd gotten.
"I was just thinking…" She said, rubbing a hand softly over her tummy. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it. "I love our family." Billy smiled, turning to look over the others gathered at the table. Chris was pulling on his sister's ponytail, obviously doing the big brother thing and annoying the hell outta her, while Jill was nagging at him to leave Claire alone and eat his food. It was so damn… domestic, something that Billy'd never thought he'd be able to have for himself.
"Yeah…" He mumbled affectionately. "I love our family too." And if that's not enough to rot your fuckin' teeth… He glanced back at Becca, taking in the loose sun-dress that she had on. It was weird seeing her in a dress; it wasn't often that she wore them. It seemed so… out of character, for her. At least it's black, he smirked to himself. Impending motherhood had really done nothing to get rid of that hellcat attitude of hers… and Billy couldn't be more happy about that.
Looking down at where her hands rested on her tummy, as if cradling the kid growing in there, he resisted the small surge of panic that rose up. Personally, Billy didn't think he was gonna be the best father… He'd never really been around small kids, or had to deal with them. He'd even go so far as to say that he was bad with kids. But, Becca told him all the time that she had faith in him, that she thought he was gonna be an awesome dad… Billy supposed he'd just have to trust her judgment. Obviously, she saw something in him that he just wasn't able to. That didn't stop the whole prospect of fatherhood from scaring the living shit outta him, though.
"Stop eye-sexing that last burger." He said to Chris, intent on having it himself. Chris narrowed his eyes at Billy, and leaned toward the platter anyways. In a flash, Billy had his trusty magnum out and pointed at Chris' forehead. What can I say? Old habits die hard. He smirked cockily at Chris as he waited for the other man to give in. Obviously, Chris knew that Billy would never actually shoot him – at least, not over a burger – but it was worth it to see that way the women rolled their eyes over their play-fighting.
"Oh, for Christ sakes, Billy…" Becca muttered, but there was a laugh buried in her voice. "You're not shooting your child's uncle, now put the gun away." He pouted at her like a kid, knowing it would make her laugh, while he tucked the magnum into the back of his jeans.
"You never let me have any fun." He bitched, which made Claire dissolve into a fit of giggles. She only laughed harder when Becca snagged the last burger off the platter for herself.
"There. Now neither of you get it." She said with an evil smirk.
God damn, I love this woman.
A/N: Well, here we are, folks! The end. I know I'm probably gonna get some comments about this being so short, but given the length of the Prologue, I didn't want to make it a full-blown chapter. Epilogues are almost always a short little wrap up to a story; that's what makes them Epilogues! :)
I just had to put in the whole pregnancy-thing just to make my boyfriend squirm. Billy's thoughts on being a dad pretty much mirror (I'm sure) what will go through James' head when we get to that one day. What can I say? I'm evil.
It was a fun ride with you all! Thanks so much for every one of you that followed this story so faithfully. I'm humbled. Love.