Having Demi as a mom

No, God please, no!

Braelynn's POV:

I woke up to bright fluorescent lights and the sound of beeping machines. Causing the pounding in my head to get 100% worse; what happened? Where am I, "Mom?" I croaked out, "Braelynn, baby girl, you're awake!" Mom exclaimed, rushing over to my side; my thoughts immediately went to my daughter; where was she? Is she okay? I thought. "Where am I?" I managed to choke out; my mouth was dry; I looked down at my arms and saw an I.V. attached to the inside of my right arm, the tubing leading up to an I.V. stand, with the medication flowing through it.

"You're in the hospital, baby girl; you blacked out and fell. The doctors are running some tests right now; they think you might have type one diabetes." She replied, diabetes, what the fuck? I'm too young for that, and I cut sugar almost entirely out of my diet. How could I have diabetes? I asked myself; apparently, I was thinking out loud cause Mom replied, "Type one diabetes is an auto-immune disease. Your body thinks that the beta cells in your pancreas that make insulin, which we need for food, are an intruder and kill them all off. So your body can't produce insulin anymore. It wasn't caused by anything you did; this isn't your fault." Mom explained, how in the hell did she know all this? "Woah, how the heck do you know all that?" I asked, "my old dietician taught me about some of these things; your uncle Nick has it too. She taught me about many different auto-immune diseases, and that one stuck. Cause it usually occurs in adolescence and young adults, so I was hyper-aware of it for you." She replied, "Wow, that's crazy!" 

Three months later: 

"Mom, how much do I need for a correction? I think I'm going high from my coffee this morning." I asked, pulling out my insulin pump. "What's your number right now? *answers 147* okay, give two units, my love." Mom responded, "Can we go to the Topshop later today? They're having a sa-" I started, but I got cut off by the doorbell ringing. "Hold onto that thought, baby girl; I'm gonna grab the door," Mom replied as she walked over to the foyer to answer the door. "Brae, come here, there's an officer here for you," Mom rang out; what? Why would there be an officer here for me? I haven't done anything illegal to my discretion; at least, I walked over to the front door a little apprehensively. "Hi, are you Braelynn Lovato-Cowell?" I had added Cowell to my last name because Simon and my mom were officially back together. It must've been a military officer because she was dressed in her MCCUU (Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform) with her hair pulled into a slicked-back low bun, sticking out of her Boonie hat; Ash had joined the Marine Corps about a year ago, and was currently doing his second tour in Afghanistan, oh my god! What if something happened to him?! I started to panic as the thought of my boyfriend being hurt- or worse, had happened to him- overtook me. Mom placed a hand on the small of my back, "Y-yes, I'm her; how can I help you, officer?" I asked, my voice going dry. As I spoke, she took off her Boonie and placed it over her chest, lowering her head slightly as she did. "Miss Lovato-Cowell, it is with the deepest regret that I inform you Ashton Mitchell has been killed in the line of duty. I'm very sorry for your loss." She told me, as a ringing in my ears started. No, no, no, no, no, no, not my Ashton, no, please God, no! I clasped my hands to my mouth as tears poured down my face. Those five words, 'Ashton Mitchell has been killed,' kept repeating over and over again. "Ashton Mitchell has been killed' I fell to the ground, sobbing. Mom said a few words to the officer that I couldn't make out and closed the door, "No, no, no, no, no, NOOOOOO!!! Please, no!" I screamed as Mom knelt beside me, pulling me into her arms and stroking my hair. "Braelynn, baby girl. I'm so so sorry, so sorry." Mom whispered into my hair; I felt a tear land on my head, telling me Mom was crying too. How, why?? I continued to sob as my mom stroked my hair and rocked me back and forth. I would never see him again, never get to hold him in my arms, never get to hear him whisper "I love yous" as we cuddled, never get to live the rest of my life with him, never get to have the feeling of him kissing my lips, never get to feel his soft lips on my forehead as he woke me up. Never; why was this happening to me? I need him back; I want him back.