All I Wanna Be (Spin off to Somebody To You- Nemi)

Chapter 5

Demi

Nick asking me if I was going to have tests run soon, to see if there was anything wrong with my eggs, caught me off guard. I should have opened up to him & told him I didn't want to because I was so scared. Having viable eggs would be the only way, apparently, that I could have an actual baby of my own. Then I could have the egg fertilized & insert into a surrogate. I was apprehensive about that process, honestly. I had read so many horror stories about surrogacy & then it was expensive as well. I know Nick would say the expense wasn't an issue, but I couldn't help but to feel that it was an expense that was too much to risk.

It took me a while to fall asleep that night, because I couldn't turn my brain off after Nick brought up the fact that I wasn't pregnant yet. It was my fault, since I started it with being upset about starting my period. He had every right to ask. He wanted a child as badly as I did. Eventually, I heard Nick's breathing sound so peaceful, that I knew he was in a deep sleep. I rolled over to lay on him, loving to feel his warmth against my cheek as I laid on his chest or his shoulder. Usually, he hardly moved, but tonight, he brought his arm around me & I felt him kiss my head. I smiled, because I knew he did it in his sleep, instinctively. I felt a lump form in my throat, too, because I truly wanted to have his baby & the more time that went by, that I wasn't pregnant, the more depressed I would feel. I was going to be 30 this year & Nick would be 31. We weren't getting any younger, so I really should suck it up & do something. Easier said than done, however.

The first few weeks I worked with Apollo, I kept it very professional & when he would flirt, I would ignore him or politely remind him how happily married I was. He got the hint after a few times & then he was actually pleasant to be around. I didn't hang out with him, really. I would work on his recovery plan, usually while on the phone with the therapist he'd be working with. I would get his meals for him & his medications. I also made his appointments for when he was finally able to be out of bed. I tried to keep things tidy, as well, even though, I wasn't required to. I just hated sitting around not doing anything. A part of me was being nosy, too. I was hoping I'd find some personal items to clue me on what kind of person he was deep down.

Every day I would come home, after picking Damon up, start dinner & Nick would usually get home just as we were ready to eat. We weren't seeing each other as much during the week, but on the weekends, if he was home, we'd try to do something together, with or without Damon. We weren't fighting, thankfully, but I could tell Nick was still worried about our marriage. He'd ask me about my day & I'd tell him & sometimes he'd ask more questions. I was really hoping that as time went on, he would stop being so worried about our marriage.

It was the end of May when Apollo was getting the metal frame taken off his leg & he'd be able to start walking & start doing physical therapy. At that same time, Nick was finishing up his album before the taping of his show started. He was going on a tour in the fall to support the album, since all summer he'd be filming the TV show.

Apollo was going to have to spend a few days in the hospital after the frame was removed, then he was going to be back at home the day after Memorial day. Since I had the holiday weekend off & so did Nick, we decided to go to the beach with Joe, Chloe & the kids on Monday. Chloe & I were sitting on our beach chairs watching our guys toss a Nerf football back & forth, on the sand, while the kids were playing in the water. Chloe nudged my arm with her elbow & when I looked at her, she grinned. "They think they're so hot. Look at the way they are flexing & showing off to that group of girls over there." Chloe nodded toward a few girls sitting several feet from where Nick & Joe were tossing the ball back & forth. The girls were watching them & one of them looked to be taking pics or video with her phone. I watched the guys for a few minutes, seeing that Chloe was right. They were being so obvious as they reached for the ball or bent over with their asses toward the girls. I couldn't help but to laugh at them.