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 was now fourteen weeks pregnant and I had my very last show last night. It was bitter sweet because I love seeing my fans and performing, but I was also glad to not have to worry if people were going to find out if I was pregnant. I still had to do a couple more shows next month, but at least I have a little bit of a break.
To Odell🤩🏈: I can barely hide my bump anymore🥺
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From Odell🤩🏈: i think it's time to start telling people then😁😁
To Odell🤩🏈: What are we supposed to say? We're having a baby, but it may not be your baby? Odell... your family will hate me. My family will hate that I don't know who the father is. I don't think I can do that.
My phone then started ringing with an incoming FaceTime from Odell and I sighed heavily as I accepted the call.
"This is my baby." He says right off the bat and I furrow my brows and look at him like he's crazy. "I know what you're gonna say, but don't. This is my baby Demi. I feel it. I know it in heart that this my kid." He continues before I can even mutter a word and my heart melted.
"But what if it's not? Odell we have to be realistic. There's still a chance it's not yours and a chance is a chance." I say as I try to get him to see the realistic side of this whole thing. "I'm gonna do the paternity test." I then say.
"No you're not. You said it yourself. It's dangerous for the baby." He says and I groan.
"It's my body." I exclaim frustrated and he rolls his eyes.
"And it's my kid." He retaliates loudly.
"You don't know that!" I shout with tears in my eyes as I throw my phone on the bed so he won't see me start to get emotional.
"I won't do the swab or blood draw or whatever then. If you don't have DNA from me then how you gonna do a DNA test?" He asks after a couple minutes of complete silence.
"Why do you have to be so difficult? Don't you want to know for sure?" I ask sniffling still not picking up my phone so all he sees is my ceiling.
"I don't want to take that chance of something happening to the baby. I won't ever forgive myself and I know you won't either. I know this is my kid, but if by some chance it's not then wouldn't you still want the baby to be healthy and safe?" He asks and I sigh heavily knowing he's right.
"Yes." I whisper as I wipe away my few fallen tears.
"Okay, then it's settled. No paternity test." He responds and I take a deep breath.
"I really want this to be your baby. I pray every night that your the dad, but I can't stop thinking about the other possibility. It's tearing me up inside because I would feel terrible if I give birth and it isn't yours. I already see how much you love this baby and it breaks my heart a little every time you ask about them or whatever it is. I don't want you to tell your family yet because I don't want them to get attached either." I cry out with my head in my hands.
