Arms | Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderrama

13

Demi 

"I decided I'm not really fine."  

        Wilmer immediately became more aware, sitting up on his elbow to look at me, "Okay, so talk." 

I sighed, "I don't know I guess I'm just hung up about what the paparazzi said." 

He shook his head, "Demi you're not fat. It's a tactic to get a reaction out of you." 

I bit my lip and looked down again, "Will... It wasn't the fat thing that resonated with me." 

I watched his confused expression turn to realization, then disbelief and frustration, "You're kidding me, right?" 

I shook my head, "It just scared me, that during the time we weren't good, you could've been out doing what you wanted, and I couldn't even justify being angry with you because I pushed you towards it. It would've been my fault." 

Wilmer shook his head, looking at me incredulously, "You think I would ever do that to you? You think that low of me?" 

I shook my head, "No baby it's not that at all. I just head it, and the entire drive home, and tonight, I just couldn't stop making up scenarios in my head. You told me to talk to you." 

Wilemr rubbed his face, looking at me with a sad expression, "Demi I would never give up on us like that, and throw everything we have away. I love you, and only you." 

I nodded, "I know that, it's just a fear of mine," 

Wilmer pulled my waist towards his, "I know, but don't because it's never gonna happen." 

I smiled and closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead, and snuggled into him, "I love you." 

He smiled and stroked my cheek, "I love you too sweetheart. Now go to bed, you're gonna be tired in the morning." 

I nodded and closed my eyes again as his fingers trailed soothingly on my back. Soon enough, I was fast asleep.

~*~

        A few weeks had passed, and Wilmer and I were back to normal. I'd wake up to be showered with kisses and love. It was as if he was making up for lost time. He always surprised me, with dinner or breakfast, mini dates that consisted of takeout and a funny movie. It felt like how it was when we were engaged, and I was loving it.

        I woke up, and the second I turned over to kiss Wilmer good morning, a sharpness went through my stomach, and a few seconds later I was streaking towards the bathroom with my hand clapped over my mouth. Wilmer appeared in the doorway, looking at me with concerned eyes as I emptied my stomach into the toilet, leaning my forehead against the side with a groan. 

"What the fuck was that?" 

Wilmer squatted beside me, feeling my forehead, "Food poisoning? Do you feel sick still?" 

I shook my head, "I feel fine." 

His brow furrowed, "Demi ? I mean, I'm no doctor, but when did you last get your period?" I felt as though ice had been injected into my veins. "Demi?" Wilmer's voice sounded as I stared at my hands in horror. 

"No." I whispered, "That's impossible." 

Wilmer kneeled beside me, "I mean, would it really be that bad?" 

My head snapped up to glare at him, "WIlmer we didn't plan for this! We just got back together for Christ's sake! We can't handle a kid!" 

He looked down, "Stay here. We need to be sure before we jump to conclusions." I nodded blankly anf he kissed my forehead, "It's gonna be okay." 

He practically ran out of the house, and left me sitting on the floor, wondering how this possibly could've happened.

         To Wilmer's credit, he was fast, back in less than ten minutes. I turned my face back to a blank mask when he walked in, holding a CVS bag. He kneeled down and handed it to me. I ripped open the three tests he bought, and took the sticks out, looking at with my eyebrows raised. 

"Right." He said, standing up with me, "I'll wait in the bedroom." 

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