Demi rummaged through her messy drawers on her side of the bathroom, searching for her case with her contacts in them. She pushed her glasses farther up her nose as she moved on to the next drawer and basically tore it apart. She couldn't go to her baby shower with her glasses on. It was one of her biggest insecurities. She was already five and a half months pregnant, she had an ugly cast on her arm, her face had puffed up, and to top it all off she couldn't find her damn contacts.
"Ugh!" she growled in frustration, shutting her drawers and walking back into her bedroom. Joe was relaxing on the bed watching a football game and Demi stood in front of the giant flat screen as Joe groaned and put his attention on his wife.
"Have you seen my contacts?" Demi asked, her hands on her slender hips. Joe shook his head and made a shooing motion with his hands, trying to get her to move out of the way.
"I don't want to leave the house in my glasses," she whined, playing with the fraying edge of her cast. She had practically demanded that no one sign it but yet while she was sleeping, everyone had attacked it with sharpies, making it look worse than it already did. She couldn't wait to get it off and just be stuck with the brace for two weeks.
"You look beautiful with your glasses," Joe complimented as Demi rolled her eyes. She was in a silky cream sundress that cinched under her boobs with a gold belt and flowed down to the tips of her feet. The dress had thin straps but the only thing that was truly holding it up were her boobs.
"Joe," she whined, drawing out the end of his name. He scooted off of the bed and wrapped his hands around her waist, digging his head into his favorite spot on her neck.
"You look good. You smell good. Your hair looks perfect. Baby, the glasses don't even make a difference," Joe reassured her as Demi smiled at him and sat on the bed. She pointed to her gold gladiator sandals and he knew exactly what she wanted. He helped her slide her feet into them and buckle all the straps before standing back up and grabbing a letter off of their dresser.
"Here, this came in for you," Demi kinked one of her eyebrows and opened the letter up, reading it over. It was a court date for a trial against Wilmer but she didn't set it up. She didn't really want to press charges against him but obviously Joe thought otherwise.
"You're suing him?" Demi asked Joe as he shook his head.
"No Dems, you're suing him. Your sleeping pattern is just going back to normal, you have a broken wrist, why would you not want to sue him?" Demi bit her lip before she stood up and walked out of their room, waddling down the stairs.
"I just don't think it's necessary ya know?" Demi started as Joe sighed and massaged his temples. He wasn't gonna let Demi talk him out of this. He had let her talk him into letting Wilmer move in and look at what had happened.
"We'll talk about this later but Demi, its necessary and we're doing it whether you like it or not," the front door opened and Demi cleared her throat as Miley entered their house. Her, Marissa, and Dallas had been planning her baby shower all week and they wanted it to be perfect.
"Come on mommy," Miley cooed as Demi rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse.
"Miley, please tell me you guys didn't go overboard," Miley led Demi down the many stairs that connected to their circular driveway.
"Pssh, overboard. Yeah right," Demi shook her head and let Miley help her into her Mercedes as Miley took the driver's side.
"This is to get your mind off of everything and celebrate your little bundle of joy that will be here at any moment," Demi chewed on her bottom lip as she recalled the letter she had just read. Was it really worth it to sue Wilmer?
