Having Demi as a mom

Chapter #4

No one's POV:

"Auntie Dal!! I missed you!" Braelynn exclaimed as she and Demi walked into Demi's childhood home. "Hi, my little bug! I missed you too, hey Dems!" Dallas (Demi's older sister) replied, enveloping them both in hugs. "Hey Dallas, I missed you a lot too! Where are mom, dad, and Mads?" Demi asked, after breaking their hug, "they had to run to the grocery store, but they're gonna be right back." Dallas explained, "okay! How've you been, how's being a producer going?" Demi asked, dragging her suitcase into the house, and placing it by the stairs. "It's been amazing! I love it, how's life on the DL (down low) goin' for ya'll?" Dallas asked, "it's been pretty nice, I'm almost done with my new album. Brae gets to critique it, she says there's nothing to critique about it, but I have my doubts." Demi replied, they all sat on the couch. A couple of hours later, the whole Lovato/ De La Garza family is gathered around the dining room table. "There's been something I've been wanting to tell you guys," Demi spoke up, and Braelynn looked up at her. "What is it?" Dianna (their mom) asked, "well, Brae is pregnant, and she's keeping it." Demi told them, all eyes fell on Braelynn who turned as red as a rose. "Brae Brae, that's so exciting! You're so young, but then again so was Demi, so yay!" Maddie exclaimed, pulling Brae into a hug.

Seven months later Braelynn's POV:

"Ugh, I cannot wait for this kid to be born!"  I groan, caressing my round stomach I'm eight and a half months along, and the baby is getting so big. "I love you, but you're killing mama's back! I love feeling you kicking, but I'm convinced you've broken more than one of my ribs." I told my stomach. "I don't the baby wants to listen to you," Ash told me, I laughed, "don't tell me that, babe," I told him, and he placed a quick peck on my lips. "Okay, I've gotta run, I have to work late tonight, so I love you, and stay safe." Ash told me, "I will, I love you." I replied, he put his jacket and shoes on and ran out the door. "Mom, do we have any pickles left?" I asked walking into the kitchen to see my mom sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop open, I think she was working on her song 'Body Say'. "Probably, if they're not in the fridge, we might have some in the pantry," she replied. I turned to open the fridge, and I immediately was hit with the sensation of water running down my leg, and what felt like the worst period cramp ever. Oh shit, was that my water?? Am I in labor?! "Oh my god, mom! I think my water just broke!" I exclaimed, she quickly pushed back from her chair and was at my side in an instant. "Okay, I'm gonna go call Sirah and get the car started, sit tight babygirl. You're gonna be okay." Mom told me, I nodded as another painful contraction hit me, "okay, Sirah is coming over, she's gonna drive us to the hospital. How are you doing?" Mom asked, minutes later. I grimaced, as yet another contraction hit. "I'm doing, I just need to get to the hospital. I think baby saying it's time to say hello, mom!" I replied, aunt Si (another one of my mom's best friends) got here about two minutes later, and they both helped me into my mom's black Mercedes-Benz after grabbing my hospital bag. I leaned up against the seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible. "You're doing amazing, Brae," aunt Si told me. "Thanks, aunt Si," I replied, twenty excruciating minutes later we finally got there, and my mom ran up to the front and grabbed a wheelchair. I got admitted and was resting in my hospital room. "You're doing amazing babygirl, I love you so much. You're so brave and strong." Mom told me, taking my hand and rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. I gave her a weak smile and whispered a thank you. "Okay Braelynn, I'm doctor Jennings. I'm just gonna check to see how far you're dilated. A lady with a long white coat and long blonde hair pulled up into a bun told me, as she pushed the curtain back into place. "Okay, sounds good," I replied, I felt beads of sweat start to form on my head, and mom quickly dabs them away with a cloth. I feel really uncomfortable as she's examining me. "Okay, you're about 9 1/2 centimeters dilated, moving along pretty quickly. We won't have time to give you an epidural, but I definitely put you on an IV drip to help relieve some of the pain." Dr. Jennings informs me, I internally roll my eyes, of course. "Yeah, sure that sounds good," around twenty minutes later, I get informed that I'm 10 centimeters dilated, and she has me put my feet in the stirrups. "Okay, when I tell you to, I'm gonna have you put your chin to your chest, and push as hard as you can," the doctor instructs, I look up at my mom who is smiling down at me. She squeezed my hand, and I nod. "Okay, miss Lovato." the doctor tells me a minute later. I push as hard as I can, the pain I feel is unbearable. I scream, making a mental note to apologize to my mom for all the fingers I had most likely broken due to squeezing them so hard. "Good, and again! You're doin' great momma, only a few more, baby's head is already out!" she informs me, I hear my mom gasp. I push again, harder ready to get this over with. "Good job, Braelynn! Baby's here," she tells me, damn that was really fast. I hear the sounds of cries fill the room. "Congratulations mom, you've got a healthy baby girl!" The doctor tells me, placing the baby on my bare chest, I can't help but cry. She's perfect, everything about her is perfect! Her cries slowly turned into whimpers as she snuggled up against my chest. "She's perfect, you did amazing my love! I'm so so so proud of you," my mom told me, I looked up at her. There was a knock on the hospital room door an hour later, "come in!" I told them, the door opened slowly, I saw a man standing there, but not just any man. Simon fucking Cowell, what the hell is he doing here?! "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." he spoke, my mom froze. "S-Simon?" he stepped closer, and then it hit me, his eyes his mouth, his smile. It was him, he was my father! "Mom- it's him, isn't it?" I asked, staring up at the 60-something-year-old man. All my mom could do was slowly nod, I actually couldn't believe it. Simon fucking Cowell is my fucking biological father. "Hi Demi, long time no see. You must be Braelynn," he said in his husky British accent, I smiled. "Yeah, I'm Braelynn. Nice to meet you." Just then, the baby started crying, I pulled her closer to my chest in an attempt to hush her. "H-how did you find us?" My mom stuttered out, he looked over from me and the baby and to mom, "It's all over the news 'Demi Lovato's daughter is having a baby at the Whittier hospital.' is blowing up." Simon replied, "I can't believe you're actually here." Mom said, still in shock, honestly, I was still very shocked too. "I brought these for you Braelynn," Simon told me, he had a bouquet of white water Lillies in his hand. They were my favorite type of flower, I felt a connection between him and me even though I hadn't even known about him up until now. "Thank you, water Lillies they're my favorite. They're beautiful." I told him, and he smiled at me. "Well, I'm here now. Demi, I'm gonna be 100% honest when I say that I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you. I was really stupid for leaving you both." Simon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.