Wilmer's POV:
I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. Demi is laying on the hospital bed with little Isabella in her arms. I'm there, staring at the two most important women in my life. My precious Demi and my sunshine Isabella.
"You wanna hold her?" Asks a very tired Demi. I smile and give her a slight nod. She smiles and hands me our daughter. The feeling I get once I have her in my arms is completely impossible to describe. It's a feeling of warmthness... Love... Kindness... Inocence... Everything at the same time. And I immediately feel the need of protecting her forever.
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This is her first school day and I'm really nervous while she's all excited. I have her tiny hand in mine while Demi walks in front of us with Isabella's bag. I look down at my little girl and smile. I can't believe she's growing up this fast. Her short hair is in two tails and she's wearing her favorite dress.
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Isabella just turned eight years old. She wears braces now and glasses. She's beautiful, she's kind, she's my princess. "Daddy what are you doing?" She sits down next to me on the couch. I smile at her and she hugs me, giving me that warm feeling I always get when being with her or her mom, the love of my life. "What is this for?" I giggle when she pulls away. She shrugs, just like her mother does, and puts on a smile, which is so similar to Demi's; such a sincere smile. "I love you daddy" She whispers, never letting go of her smile.
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I sit on my bed without knowing what to do. I know she's heartbroken. I hear her crying from her room and it's killing me inside. Demi's talking to her right now. I know this is because those mean girls are bullying her again. My little princess is getting bullied in her first high school year. I can't help but get inappropriate ideas. I want to kill those bullies but I know I can't.
"Wilmer, baby, go talk to her" Demi says. She's standing in front of me. I stand up, kiss her forehead and give her a nod before walking out of our room and heading towards Isabella's.
"Honey? Can daddy come in?" I ask, knocking three times on the door. She nods her head so I enter the room and sit by her side on the ground. Her legs are brought to her chest and her chin is resting on her knees. Her usually bright eyes are now filled by tears. I bring her close to me and hug her tight.
"It's gonna be okay baby girl" I whisper in her ear as I feel the tears coming to my eyes.
Who the hell could ever hurt a girl like this? She's amazing.
I feel her body trembling in between my arms so I take the stregth and make her look at me.
"Look at me Isabella" I say. Her red eyes lock with mine. "Your mother and I love you more than anything in this world and we're going to help you." I tell her. She smiles a bit. "We can get you out of that school" I add. She looks down. "Don't let those bitches get to you, alright?"
"Dad!" She squeals. "What?" I laugh a bit when noticing she just giggled. "You're not allowed to say bitches!" She giggled.
"That's right" Demi says and joins us on the ground.
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Sixteen. Ah, what a wonderful yet confusing age.
I hear the door opening and in a matter of two minutes, Isabella is standing in the living room.
"Hello young lady, where have you been?" Demi asks, lowering the TV volume. "With Michael" Isabella replies and I roll my eyes.
Demi and I hate that Michael guy. He's into drugs and he's a total jerk.
"Could you please stop rolling your eyes whenever I mention his name?" She asks me, clearly annoyed. "No, I don't think I can"
"Isabella, darling, how many times do we have to tell you that we don't like that guy for you?" Demi asks, worried.
"I love him mom!" Isabella complains. "You're not gonna see him again." She states. "What?! You can't be talking seriously!" Isabella yells. "Dad! Do something! Tell that stupid woman she's making a mistake" Isabella looks at me with pleading eyes.
