Only One- Demi Lovato and Wilmer Valderamma

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Demi

It's been a few weeks since Demi had her breakdown, and I could tell she was withdrawing from me. Half the time we went to bed, she wouldn't even touch me. I tried to get her to talk about Luca with me, but every time she would refuse and walked off into a different room. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to hold her and make everything okay again.

~*~

When I got home from work, Demi was staring out of that god-damned window again, making me cautiously walk towards her.

"Demi?" She flinched as I touched her arm and it broke my heart, "Demi please stop doing that."

She turned, and I could see her get angry, "I can't stop Wilmer! Every time you fucking touch me the image of you doing the same to her pops into my mind! How am I supposed to get over that?!"

I winced and sighed, "Maybe we could go somewhere... to talk-"

"No." She snapped in a short tone, "I'm not talking about you and her, or him, or that day."

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, "Then we have to start over Demi, both of us need clean slates with each other."

Demi nodded, "Fine. We never mention Luca again and I won't mention her."

I nodded slowly and pulled her into my arms, ignoring it when her body tensed, "Whatever it takes."

~*~

Demi

It took a few months for Wilmer and I to get back to where we were. Eventually, I trusted him enough to have sex with him, and as always it was amazing. The elephant in the room was still there, but slowly the painful memories were replaced with good ones, and the ache of losing Luca was beginning to dull. The only place that I couldn't escape though, was my dreams.

"Luca." I whispered, staring down at my beautiful son. His eyes were open dn he was smiling. He looked so much like Wilmer, except for my smile, a huge, gummy grin. Suddenly Luca's eyes slid shut, his mouth going slack. He felt like dead weight in my arms. I started screaming his name, crying out God- anything, to bring my son back.

"DEMI!"

My eyes flew open and I sat up, grabbing my throat as I let out a couple of sobs.

"Demi shh, it's okay. It's only a dream. I've got you."

I shook my head, "But it's not a dream. He's still gone. He's never coming back." Wilmer just pulled me into his chest, rubbing my back comfortingly. "Why did this have to happen to us?"

He kissed my hair, "I don't know nena, but one day we'll find out. I'm sure of it."

~*~

It wasn't until a few weeks later that the unthinkable happened. I woke up one morning and Wilmer had already left for work. I sat up to grab my phone and a shock of nausea had me sprinting towards the bathroom. I leaned my head against the cool porcelain and closed my eyes weakly. Suddenly though, I felt fine. I sat back against against the wall and rubbed my stomach, extremely confused. I looked down, and froze, this position was familiar to me. My mind had finally put all the pieces together. I texted Wilmer immediately, telling him that I needed him to come home right away; then took out a pregnancy test I had left over from . Robotically, I opened the package and peed on the stick, then set a time on my phone for five minutes. It was torture, waiting for the test to be done. Finally, my phone went off and I stood up, closing my eyes before picking up the test. After another minute, I opened my eyes and stared down at the stick.

Positive.

The test fell out of my hands and clattered to the floor. I stared into my reflection in the mirror, my eyes wide and mouth open in shock. This is bad. I can't be pregnant. This is really bad.

"Hermosa?" I heard the front door open and shut, "I'm home!" I flinched at the sound of Wilmer's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He knocked softly on the bathroom door, and peered in. His smile dropped to a concerned frown when he saw my expression. "Demi? What's wrong? What happened?"

I blinked and turned to face him, "Wilmer... I'm pregnant."

His face lit up, and he took my face in his hands to kiss me passionately. "This is amazing nena!" I took a step back and he frowned again, this time at my lack of enthusiasm. "Not amazing?"

"I don't know! We just got back together Wilmer how the hell are we supposed to have a baby?!"

He grabbed my hands, "I don't know, but we'll figure it out. It'll be okay Demi, I promise."

I shook my head, "But-"

He kissed my gently, cutting off my words, "No buts. We'll make it work. I love you. Okay?"

I smiled, "Okay."

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