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...
"Patience means no sex for a little while." I then whisper after I had managed to pull away and he sighs heavily before nodding.
"Then you can't tease me or anything. I know you like to." He answers running his hands up and down my thighs and I smile and nod.
"Deal." I whisper back before pecking his lips softly. Just when I went to move off his lap, I felt a small jab at the side of my stomach and I gasped lightly as I looked down.
"What? What's wrong?" Odell asks alarmed as tears fill my eyes.
"He kicked. Like he actually kicked." I say back looking up at him with wide eyes and I saw his grow wider also. I grab his hand and move it right where he kicked and we both patiently waited in silence. I started to get annoyed when we didn't feel it again, but just when I went to say something that same jab like feeling came again. "He's kicking." I whimper as I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Baby, why you crying? This is a good thing." He asks chuckling as he wraps his free arm around my back.
"Because I'm hormonal and emotional. That's why." I cry and he laughs harder as he continues to rub my stomach. He was so cute the entire time he was in LA. He couldn't get enough of the baby kicking, but I was slowly growing tired of it when it kept me up at night. I love feeling him kick and knowing that he's safe and healthy, but it does get uncomfortable at times.
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My twenty week checkup went great also, the baby is growing exactly as he should and was very active. Odell swears he's gonna be a football player just like him and now I'm even more nervous for him to come. I didn't really think about how stressful it's gonna be to raise a baby. I already never want to even think about him getting sick or hurt or anything. Odell went back home Monday morning and we both spent Christmas at our family's houses. My sisters and mom couldn't get enough of the baby kicking either after I told them and they were practically swooning over my stomach the entire time. I had plans to fly to New York for New Years since Odell wanted me to come out and since I didn't have any plans, I decided to. He was throwing a New Years Eve party at a club that him and his team rented out and even though I wasn't that fond of going out, I still did.
"Hey, you good mama?" I hear Odell ask me about thirty minutes til midnight and I was at a table with some other people while him and his friends all hung out.
"Yeah." I answer back as he slides his arms around my waist from behind and I smile as he starts swaying us to the beat of the music.
"You look so fucking fine right now, I swear." He mumbles in my ear and I smile as my cheeks start to heat up because the women I was mingling with were all looking at us with adoring looks.
"Why can't our men love up on us like that?" One of them asks and I chuckle.
"I think he's drunk." I state as I turn in his arms and I take one look in his eyes which proves me right.
