My Angel

Twenty Seven

Demi

Demi Lovato spotted outside SoFi Stadium

Lovato made an appearance at her husband, Odell Beckham Jr's, first football match of the season. The songstress was wearing a football jersey, matching with her 5 month old daughter. The youngster was seen out in public for only the second time since her birth in April.

"My princess" Olive giggled and began to kick her legs as Odell reached out for her as he stepped out of the changing room after celebrating his win with his team. "Did you enjoy watching daddy?" he questioned as he gently bounced her.

"She was very intrigued" my lips twitched into a smirk, the playful tone of my voice was obvious. "I enjoyed it though" he slid his hand along my cheek and then leant to kiss me. "You kicked ass" he smiled as I spoke against his lips.

"The guys were thinking of going out to celebrate, you okay with that?" he glanced down at Olive who was cuddled into his chest, sucking on her fingers. She won't take a pacifier anymore. "It shouldn't be a late one."

"Just promise you won't get drunk."

"I promise" I leant up to kiss him.

"If you do, you won't get your usual winning fuck" I mumbled against his lips. He groaned as I pulled away with a smirk.

"Maybe I shouldn't go out then" I rolled my eyes as I softly laughed, taking Olive as she leant towards me.

"Go out and have fun. You haven't been out with them in ages. I might even invite Matthew over and have a movie night" Olive cuddled her face into my neck. "I'll see you when you get home. I love you" I slid my hand along his cheek and leant up to kiss him again. I pulled away from the kiss and then headed down the corridor with Olive on my hip. I glanced back at Odell for a moment, laughing at the way he eyed me. I shook my head, my cheeks lightly burning as I headed from the stadium and I met up with Max outside. Olive ended up falling to sleep in her car seat on the way home. I thankfully managed to transfer her into her crib without her waking up. That's an achievement in itself. I haven't yet managed to do that.

Matthew showed up as I was tidying up from breakfast. Batman ran to the door and started to bark at the sound of the doorbell which obviously woke Olive because she suddenly started to cry. I let Matthew in and then headed upstairs to my screaming baby.

"Hi Princess" I gently lifted her from her crib, her cries instantly settled. "Did Batman wake you up, Baby?" I cradled her against my chest, my lips pressing to the top of her head. "Can momma check your diaper?" she began to blow bubbles as I lowered her down onto the changing table. "You'll never guess who's here to see you, Baby" her little legs kicked as I unfastened her diaper. I passed her a toy to keep her occupied as I quickly changed her. I lifted her up onto my hip, pressing a kiss to her cheek which made her giggle. I smiled at the sound, keeping her settled on my hip as I carried her downstairs and into the living room where Matthew was sat on the floor, playing tug of war with Batman. "Who is that, Baby?" Matthew turned to us, laughing as Olive squealed. "It's Uncle Matty, Beautiful" Olive slightly squirmed in my grip as I lowered her to Matthew who remained on the floor.

"And you're the only person who gets to call me that" she giggled, my smile just widened as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. He lowered her onto his lap and began to throw a ball for Batman which Olive apparently found hilarious.

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It took a while to get Olive back to sleep after she woke at 1am for a feed. I had to try not to get angry as I cradled her against my chest because I didn't want her to feel my annoyance. Odell isn't home. He said it wouldn't be a late night. I've tried to message him but I've had no replies. I thankfully got Olive settled after about half an hour. I left her room, freezing for a moment at the sound of a key in the door. I slowly began downstairs, a little fearful of the state Odell would be in. He said he would be back earlier. I rolled my eyes as he stumbled into the house. He fumbled around with the keys as he locked the door. I couldn't work out whether I was angry that he was drunk or that he thought getting home at 2am was an early night.

"Fuck Baby" he jumped as he finally noticed me stood on the stairs. "What-What are you doing up?" he slurred, swaying slightly on the spot. He grabbed onto the bannister to keep his balance. "What did I do?" he finally noticed the annoyed expression on my face that I'd been wearing since he stepped into the house. He sure took his time.

"It's 2am, Odell" his eyebrows raised. "And you're drunk" he loudly laughed. I stepped off the stairs and pushed him in the chest. "Don't wake Olive. I've just got her fucking settled" he stumbled backwards slightly.

"Why you pissed?" he continued to sway on the spot, having to lean on the wall. I haven't ever seen him this drunk.

"Because you promised not to be late. You also promised that you wouldn't get drunk" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, I'm sorry that I was enjoying myself. It isn't like I get to do that at home anymore" my mouth dropped at his low mumble and the way his eyes rolled. What?

"What the fuck did you just say?" I could feel tears burning at the back of my eyes, my heart was heavy in my chest. I could feel it starting to crack. Did he seriously just say that?

"It's all rules" he swayed on the spot, slurring his words. I don't think he fully understood what he was saying but even thinking that, it didn't stop his words from stinging. "Don't get drunk. Don't be late home, you-you have a curfew. I'm a grown ass man, Demi. I can do what I fucking want. I hardly have any freedom anymore" I couldn't understand where all this suddenly came from. I thought he was happy.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have married me then" my jaw clenched as I rolled my eyes, tears beginning to pour down my cheeks. "You can sleep on the couch. Fuck you, Odell" I stormed towards the stairs, stopping as Odell slammed the living room door. It was only a moment later that I heard Olive's cries. "YOU'RE A FUCKING ASS."

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