Demi Lovato just ended her six year relationship with who she thought she would spend the rest of her life with. She is finally free and able to date around and live her life how she wants. She dates around and meets a few people. However, during he...
I woke up the next morning at around eight and I scrolled through my phone and checked my socials for a few minutes before finally deciding to get out of bed. I went to the bathroom and then washed my face and brushed my teeth before walking downstairs. I didn't see Odell anywhere, but when I made it to the kitchen, I saw him through the window in the backyard. I decided to walk out there and I saw him playing with his dogs.
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"Morning." I say catching his and the dogs attention. They both come over to me and I smile as I pet them.
"Morning. Sleep good?" He replies and I nod as I sit down on one of the chairs.
"Yeah. I think we need to talk a little bit more though." I say breathing in deeply.
"Me too." He says back and I nod. He then sat down across from me on the other chair and I smiled up at him. "Are you gonna do the paternity test?" He asks straight up and I sigh.
"I don't know. The doctor I went to says she doesn't recommend it unless absolutely necessary. It's a dangerous procedure for the baby and I don't know if I want to take that risk." I answer quietly as I look down at my hands.
"Then don't do it. I don't want to put you or the baby at risk regardless if it's mine or not. If you don't want to do it, then that's fine. I can be here and support you in the meantime." He responds and I look up at him actually surprised. I thought for sure he would want me to do it as soon as possible.
"You would actually do that? You don't even know if this baby is gonna be yours, but you'll still be here until they're born and know for sure?" I ask and he nods. "Like what do you mean be there?" I then ask wanting to know specifically what he meant.
"Whatever you need. I will go to appointments and go shopping or whatever." He answers and I smile with tears in my eyes as my heart skips a beat.
"But if the baby isn't yours then won't you just be disappointed? You'll get attached Odell." I say and he sighs as he looks off into the yard.
"Then ill be the fun Uncle, deal?" He finally replies after a few minutes and I raise my brows. "Look, I got a feeling okay? I sat up all night thinking about this and I just have this gut feeling that this baby is mine. I don't want to not be there at all and then all the sudden pop up when a DNA test comes in. That's not fair to you, myself, or the baby." He says leaning forward on his knees and staring directly into my eyes and I bite my lip and eventually nod.
"Okay." I whisper and he gives me a small smile.
"If this baby is mine though, I don't want to be across the country from my kid though. If I could, I would move to LA in a second, but I cant. My career is here and there's nothing I can do about it." He then states and my heart dropped. I didn't think about that.
"Okay. We will figure it out. I wouldn't want you that far away either." I reply because that's the truth. It would be difficult, but that's what I'll have to do if it comes down to it.
"Okay." He replies as he leans back against the chair. "When's your next appointment?" He then asks me.
"I haven't scheduled it yet. The doctor I saw said in another month and I'll be in LA then. I was gonna call my regular OB and I do it then." I answer and he nods.
"Let me know so I can fly out then." He says as he starts playing with his hair.
"You don't have to Odell." I say and he shakes his head.
"I want to. I'll be there." He replies and I smile lightly.
He did hold up to his promise because a few weeks later he was in LA and met me at my doctors office. I hadn't seen him since New York, but we did talk often. I was actually surprised with how involved he already was with the pregnancy and everything because he asked how I was doing and how the baby was treating me all the time. It was cute, but it made me a little sad thinking that this might not be his baby. I want him to be the dad so badly now that I'm actually seeing how much he cares, but I have this nagging thought at the back of my mind that he may not be. My doctor did an ultrasound that day and she measured me and told me that I was around ten weeks along which matched up with what the other doctor said. We got to listen to the heartbeat this time around and it was an amazing sound. It almost made me tear up because now it was becoming real that there was a baby in me. I was going to be a mom.
"How long are you here for?" I ask Odell once my doctor left the room to print out some ultrasound pictures and I wiped my stomach clean of the gel.
"Just for the day. I have to be back in New York to get ready for the game on Sunday." He answers and I nod feeling a little disappointed because I wanted to hangout with him. "You?" He asks back.
"I'm off for a few days and then I'm back on the road." I answer and he nods.
"How much longer is your tour?" He asks me.
"Just another month and then I'm doing a few shows in South America. I think I'm gonna take a break from my career next year. I just want to focus on the baby." I answer and he nods.
"That sounds good. My season ends in January so I can come out here til the baby gets here. You're due in March?" He replies and I nod.
"Yeah. The end of March." I confirm just as my doctor walks back in. She gives us the ultrasound pictures and then we schedule my next appointment when I'll be sixteen weeks pregnant. She said to call if I need to come in any sooner, but I doubt I will. Odell and I then left and we got in my car and headed back to my apartment I just got. I went on tour as soon as Wilmer and I broke up so I haven't had the opportunity to get something more suitable. I dropped Odell off at his hotel he was staying at and then I headed home also. A week later I was backstage for one of my shows when I got a text from no other than look. I was shocked that he had texted me, but once I read what he actually sent, I got pissed off.
From Luke Rockhold: I miss you baby girl, when can I see you again?😉😏
I didn't bother responding and just locked my phone before handing it off to Kelsey before I went out on stage. I started feeling nauseous while I was up there and I tried to hold it together. The second I walked off though to change into my next outfit, I threw up in the trash can in front of my entire team. Everyone looked shocked and also a little worried, but I played it off like it was something I ate and luckily Kelsey covered my ass and said that she felt a little sick from our lunch earlier since we did have the same thing. I gave her a thankful smile before rinsing my mouth and popping a couple mints in my mouth. I then went back on like nothing happened and finished my show. My naseau started to become constant to the point where I didn't even want to move out of bed. I don't think the travelling was helping either, but it was so hard to throw on an amazing show every night and act like everything was fine. Only two people know about the pregnancy and I want it to stay that way until I'm ready.
