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*Demi's POV*

"Come on, babe. Just open it" Drake nudged.
We'd just finished dinner and I was about to bring Corey to bed. Drake had to give me a present, though, and he didn't let me go.

"I told you I don't want anything" I complained.
Don't get me wrong, I love that he wants to buy me presents, but he doesn't have to. He always finds another reason to buy me something and goes through the trouble of going to the store, when he can also just have a nice bath with me, or something, to make me happy. I would even be fine with just a cup of tea and him sitting across from me. Just the two of us, talking. I don't need presents.

"I know, but I already bought it. If you don't open it, it's gonna be a waste of money"

"Okay, okay. I'll open it. But this is the last time you're buying me something"

"No, it's not"

"Yes, it is"

"What about your birthday? You don't want me to buy you anything?"

"Okay, only my birthday, then. But that's it"

"What about our anniversary?"

"I'll be the one buying you something on our anniversary, Drake. It's as much a special day for you, as it is for me"

"I'll buy you something too, though. And on Corey's birthday, of course"

"That's just not right. It's Corey's birthday. Corey's. Then why buy me something?"

"Because it's the day that you became a mother"

"Okay, so I'll have to buy you something too, cause it's the day that you became a dad" I said.
He hates it when I buy him presents. He always tells me not to spent money on him. Basically, we tell each other the same about buying presents. So by telling him I'm going to buy him something, he sees how stupid he's being.

"No, you don't have to buy me anything, cause you went through all the pain. I didn't"

"That's just an excuse. You're really unfair"

"I know" he laughed, "Anyway, I'm gonna go give Corey a bath, while you open it. And Amelia's gonna film it for me, so don't say anything you don't want me to hear"
He took Corey's hand and went upstairs, leaving me with Amelia, who still wouldn't talk to me.

I let out a big sight, before opening the presents. Three presents. Why did he buy me three presents?
I looked at Amelia and she smirked at me.
I think that's a good sign, right?

"Seriously? A perfume?" I laughed, as I opened the first one. It was the perfume I'd wanted for some time now, so I was actually kinda happy. I just don't like it that he buys me anything.

"Thanks. I really love it. It's the last time, though" I said to the camera.
Amelia pointed at the next one.

"Open" she mouthed.

I opened the next one and it was a watch. Just what I needed.
Mine broke a few days ago, as me and Peter were questioning the shooter and he almost hit me.

"Demi, they're bringing him here. We have to question him, before we sent him to prison" Peter informed me.

We found the shooter this morning. He hid in his house for all this time and didn't come out. No one knew he was there. Someone found it out, though.

"Why do we have to question him?" I asked.

"To see if he's healthy. If he was in his right state of mind and all that stuff. Maybe he was drunk or high. Maybe he's just not healthy in the head. You never know. It's important for the judge to know in what state he was when he did it, and we have to try to find that out"

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't think about that"

A few minutes later he came in. His hands were in handcuffs and he was surrounded by police offices.
We led him into one of the rooms and sat him down on a chair. Me and Peter sat down across from him, with a table in between us.
There were two guards, who stood by the door, in case he'd try to run.

"What the fuck do you guys want?" he growled.

"Well, that's a good start" Peter mumbled, the sarcasm obvious in his voice.

"We'd like I ask you some questions" I said.

"Great. Just fucking great" he yelled, "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?"

"Maybe because of the fact that you killed three innocent people and left a little girl an orphan"

"Why do you even care? Who gives a fuck?" He spit at us.

"Hey, will you stop that?" Peter stood up and screamed at him.

"Oh, now I'm scared" the shooter said in a baby voice.

"What's your problem?" Peter yelled at him. It looked like he was about to hit him.

"You're my fucking problem. Why do you butt into my life? Let me be. What do you care?" he stood up, too. He wanted to hit Peter, but he couldn't cause his hands were tied.
I don remember what exactly happened next, but all of a sudden he stood next to me and tried to grab my arm. I yanked it away, as fast as possible. He stomped on my foot, right before the guards at the door grabbed him and led him away.
My watch fell off and broke, as I yanked away my arm.

"Well, that went great" Peter grumbled.

"That was so not how it was supposedly go. And man, he's heavy. I think I broke my foot"

"Thank you Drake and Amelia. I appreciate it a lot" I smiled at Amelia, who was still filming me.
She smiled at me and pointed to the third present.
I opened it and it was a cute little jewelry box.
I did so not need that. Why did he have I buy it for me?

"It's so cute" I smiled.
Amelia motioned for me to follow her and I did. She led me to the front door. Right beside it, was a huge bouquet of flowers and a small note Drake had written.

"Out of love for our dearest wife, mother and best friend.
May you be blessed with all the happiness in the world.
We all love you endlessly.
Forever and always in our hearts.
Drake, Corey and Amelia" I read out loud, as tears started to form in my eyes.
I looked at Amelia and she smiled at me.

The names at the end were written by everyone themselves, which means they all agreed to it. Even Corey had written his own name.
Did that mean Amelia had forgiven me?
Was she not mad at me anymore?

I stood up and looked at her.

"Can I hug you?" I asked.
She nodded and I engulfed her in a hug.

"Thank you, Amelia. I love you so much!" I cried.
She nodded her head, who was buried in my chest, as if to say that she loves me to.

Looks like we're making some progress.

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