(Demi is pregnant and has to be on a bed rest)
"Wilmeeerrr!!" She grunted as she stared at the ceiling for what it felt like the hundredth time. "I'm coming, hermosa" She heard his voice from the stairs.
"Hurry up!" She moaned in frustration and placed both of her hands on top of her huge bump.
"Calm down, babe" He laughed while entering the room with a plate in his hands. "Everything alright?" He asked, handing her the plate. With effort and his help, she was able to sit up.
"No! Nothing is alright!" Demi complained as she started to eat the sandwich Wilmer had prepared for her.
"Come on, nena, you have to be more positive" Wilmer said, placing his hand on her leg.
"There's nothing positive about being the whole day in this fucking bed" The young woman replied with her mouth full.
"Yes there is"
"What? Name one thing"
"Our baby will be safe"
Demi rolled her eyes but ended up giving him a nod.
"You're right. I shouldn't be complaining this much. If the doctor said I had to be on a bed rest, then I have to be for our baby's health"
"That's my girl" Wilmer kissed her forehead and took the dish away from her since she'd finished the sandwich.
"But I'm soooo boreeed" Demi added. Wilmer giggled and just lay by her side. "What do you wanna do?" He asked. Demi just shrugged. Wilmer caressed her bump and smiled. "I can't wait till we can have her in our arms" He whispered bringing a smile to Demi's lips.
She gently placed her hand on his.
"Same"
