Tragically Beautiful

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Demi; (pov)

I woke up the next morning, trying to get on with my life as usual, but I just have not been feeling myself lately. Worried about the health of my baby and I, I decided to confront Wilmer.

God 6 years ago I would never admit to being scared about my health. 6 years ago I wouldn't give a fuck.

"Hey baby?" I asked him sheepishly.

He replied; "What's wrong hermosa?"

He sat up in our bed and faced me.

"Nothing- I just don't feel very well. Not sure if it's the stress level, or my anxiety has been getting to my stomach, but I just feel sick. And I'm worried." I said alarmingly.

Wilmer jumped quickly off of the bed and ran out of our room. Confused, I followed him.

"Baby what are you doing?" I asked.

"We are going to the hospital;" He said. "Put on your coat." He threw my coat at me.

"Wilmer, honey see this is why I was never going to tell you. I knew you would overreact. God I'm so stupid." I threw my coat down onto the ground and stomped over to the couch.

"Demi stop. You of all people, have admitted to feeling not well, I am going to take you seriously because I'm sure as hell not risking anything." Wilmer demanded. "Now put your fucking coat on and let's go."

What the fuck is wrong with him? How could he treat me like this? Demanding me to do something I don't want. Treating me like I don't have feelings. He needs to back the fuck off or we will have an issue.

"Don't you dare." I said.

Tears began to stream down my face, and I ran off into our bedroom. Locking the door behind me, I collapsed against the door.

I heard footsteps walking towards the bedroom, followed by a knock.

"Baby." He began. "I'm sorry. Please come out. Please talk to me." Wilmer pleaded.

I didn't respond.

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I have moved myself to the bed, and continued to cry. I wasn't crying just because of the things Wilmer said, but I was also crying because I knew I was wrong, and I was the one who overreacted. Wilmer was just worried, for our health, and I should have been more appreciative, and understanding that he was going to react like that.

Finally I decided to talk to Wilmer. Heading out of the bedroom, I saw him sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. I walked over and sat by his side.

"Look, baby. I'm sorry. I overreacted, not you." I admitted.

He didn't even lift his head up from his hands.

"Wilmer please talk to me." I grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from him, forcing him to look up.

"I'm sorry. How many times do I have to say it?" I was becoming agitated.

Wilmer was the one who always enforced his rule that 'communication is key' and he is clearly not obiding.

Finally he spoke.

"Demi, I'm not in any kind of mood to talk to you right now. You're right, you did overact. I'm sorry I was just concerned for my girlfriend and babies health. You rarely ever tell me you are feeling sick, so when you did, an alarm went off in my mind telling me that you really meant it. If you don't need to go to the hospital, than we won't. But I sure as hell need to lay down." He stood up and walked over to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.