Only One- Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderamma

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Demi 

        I was officially on bedrest, by orders from my doctor, and strictly enforced by Wilmer. He'd started his leave of absence from work, and was continuously hovering over me, sprinting into the room at every sound I made. 

"Babe." I said, once he ran in again after I yawned. "You need to stop. You're freaking me out." 

He sat on the bed, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just excited to meet my son." 

I smiled as the baby kicked under his hand, "He's definitely excited to meet you too." 

Wilmer lifted my shirt to expose my swollen stomach and kissed the skin there, "We're gonna be parents." He whispered, "We're finally making a new chapter." 

I nodded, "We're gonna be okay, right?" 

He looked up at me, "Of course Demi, we'll always be okay. We'll always be okay even when your irrational mind thinks we aren't." 

I smiled, "So two more weeks huh? Two more weeks until our baby is here." 

He nodded, still having his hands on my stomach, "I'm so excited to meet him." He said, then pressed his lips to my stomach, "You gotta hurry up baby." He said, directing his words to the baby inside of me, "Your mommy and daddy are so excited to finally have you in our arms."

I broke out into a huge smile and ran my nails through his hair, "Mommy is especially happy, because she's getting tired of being a balloon." 

Wilmer chuckled, "A very beautiful balloon, that daddy wants to pop very much." 

I groaned and leaned my head back against the pillows, "Don't even talk about that for the next two weeks." 

He moved up so he was level with me, "I'm sorry, but I promise the second your balloon loses some air I'll pop you." 

I wrinkled my nose and closed my eyes, "That's such a gross visual that I didn't need." 

He frowned, "Why?" 

I giggled, "You sticking your dick into a balloon? No thanks." 

Wilmer burst out laughing and I joined him, my cackle rebounding off of the walls. I threw my head back and all of a sudden a sharp pain went through my stomach and a wetness spread through my legs. 

"Baby." I gasped, and Wilmer stopped laughing. 

"What's wrong?!" 

I smiled at him, "My water just broke." 

His eyes bugged out of his head as he lept out of the bed, "Oh my God. Okay, let's go. Hospital. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit." 

I smiled and carefully got up. I wasn't as scared as I probably should've been, and calmly, washed off my lower half in the shower before going to change. Wilmer was waiting impatiently at the door with a duffle bag I'd packed a few days before. 

"Fuck." I groaned, as a sharp pain again went through my stomach. 

"Come on Dems, we gotta go." He rushed me into the car and drove, about ten miles under the speed limit, to the hospital.

        We rushed into the emergency room, and Wilmer immediately went up to the front desk. 

"Hi my wife is in labor. She's Demi Lovato so she needs a top security, private, room." 

Everyone around me snapped into action. I was sat in a wheelchair and pushed down the hall, Wilmer running after us. 

"Ma'am how far along are you?" 

"Thirty-seven weeks." I answered automatically.

"Okay sweetie you're doing great." She said, "This is it." 

        It took hours. My contractions we getting closer and closer together, and I was dialted eight centimeters. I'd gone through every emotion, screaming and cursing at Wilmer, and not wanting to touch me, to crying into his shoulder and not letting go of his hand. Finally, after five hours, the nurse checked me. 

"Ten centimeters! it's time to push Demi!" 

I smiled hugely as my mom, Dallas, and Maddie came in wearing scrubs and masks. 

"You're gonna do great Demi." My mom said, squeezing my hand. 

        It was hard, and one of the most painful things I've ever had to endure in my life, even with the epidural. As I pushed for the last time, I finally felt the pressure dissipate, and knew my child had been brought into the world. Instantly, there was a huge wave of motion as the doctors and nurses, working like a well oiled machine, snapped into action. 

"Cut the chord!" 

Wilmer stepped forward but a doctor had already snipped it, and I caught a glimpse of the umbilical chord, wrapped tightly around my son's neck. 

"Oh my God." I whispered, my hand going to my mouth in horror as they wheeled him away from me. "No." I moaned, collapsing against my pillows, "No. Please." I whispered, "Please God, no." 

Wilmer gripped my hand as tears ran down my cheeks, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. We stayed there, waiting for the news that would change our lives forever.

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