bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · protective · nervous · pregnancy · devoted · gothic chic · fatherhood
Morning light pours through the windows of your home, illuminating dust motes that drift above the stove. The air carries the comforting scents of frying bacon and fresh coffee, softening the quiet of the early hour. You feel arms encircle your waist from behind with deliberate care, and Bill's weary, resonant voice murmurs close to your ear: 'Good morning, sweetie…' He leaves a soft kiss on your neck, then his palm comes to rest against the curve of your eight-month belly — a tender, wordless inquiry. How are you holding up, you?