Tragically Beautiful

nineteen

Demi; (pov)

"Shit Wilmer you need to help me with this goddamn zipper!" I yelled at him as I was struggling to get my pants on.

"Hermosa we can go buy you new clothes." He exclaimed, chuckling as he walked over to assist my dressing.

I sighed; "I know baby. But I don't think I'm ready to tell the world I'm pregnant yet.. I have kept it a secret for 5 months so far.. maybe one more?"

"Demi, you haven't been out in public for 3 months.. You're fans are going to notice something is up." he said.

As soon as he said this, I was reminded of something I saw on Twitter last night... it was the trend;

#WeMissYouDemi

Wilmer was right, as always.

"Alright. I'll plan on how to announce it, and I'll have it ready so we can do it next week.." I looked into his eyes as his arms were wrapped around my waist; "Okay?"

He smiled down at me. "You got it baby."

We ended our embracement with a kiss, and Wilmer went to retrieve his keys.

After about 15 minutes of him shuffling around the apartment, he finally found them in his coat pocket.

"Dumbass." I mumbled under my breathe.

"Excuse me?" he responded, pretending to be offended.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked with a chuckle.

Wilmer stood at the door and fixated his coat around his body; "Whenever you are."

Rolling my eyes, I strolled off to the bedroom to pick out a jacket.

And with that, we left.

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"Where are we even going?" I asked as Wilmer pulled out of the parking lot.

"Uhh-" he began; "well I know I have to stop at the bank, and I have to pick up my suit I am having tailored, and maybe we can grab a bite to eat?" he asked, focusing his eyes on the car in front of us.

"Sounds good to me baby." I replied with a smile.

The smile wasn't real. I didn't want to run around doing errands for him all day. I am having a baby in 4 months. Four fucking months and I'll have an infant of my own. I need to buy clothes, bottles, diapers, furniture. Furniture! Shit I need to paint the extra room, buy and install a new carpet, and then set the rest of the nursery up! There is so much to do and so little time. I can barely tie my own shoes, yet alone furnish an entire room. I need some fucking help.

After about 20 minutes of driving down the highway, Wilmer broke the silence we had endured this entire ride;

"Demi don't make plans this Saturday, okay?" he said.

Confused, I asked myself what he needed my Saturday open for? Was it our anniversary? No. My birthday? Not even close. Being pregnant, I honestly couldn't tell you what day it was. My mind has been a total blank. With no major events coming to mind, I asked him;

"What's on Saturday?"

Wilmer hesitated; "Uh, well.. maybe we can... I was thinking lunch?"

Plans for lunch? Since when does he make plans for lunch a week in advance?

I politely agreed, but I was still confused as hell.

We continued the rest of the ride to the bank in silence. Once we arrived, and Wilmer got out of the car to go inside, I quickly shuffled throw my purse and pulled out my phone;