Demi
'She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart.'
Tears streamed down my face as I laid in bed, clutching my stomach. Two months ago it had been holding a tiny life, a baby girl, until I woke up covered in blood in searing pain. Now everything was different. My marriage was falling apart, my music was filled with depressed and a manifestation of my inner demons, and my mind was whirling with thoughts I hadn't had since I was twenty two.
Wilmer
'While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar.'
I stared into the amber liquid of glass that I hadn't touched yet, alone any my local bar a few blocks from my house. We had lost the baby two months ago, but it has destroyed years of our relationship. She had been cleared for sex after six weeks, but neither us of bothered to say anything about it. I knew she needed me now more than ever, but I couldn't breath when I walked into our house. I couldn't look at her sad eyes without wanting to breakdown.
I heard my phone ring, and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Wilmer?"
A pang went through my chest; it was Demi, and she had been crying. "What's up?"
She sniffled. "Can you come home?"
I glanced at my watch, 6:45. "Yeah, I'll pick up dinner too."
"Can you get some wine?"
I stopped. She hadn't drunk wine in a long time. "Sure."
"Okay, thanks."
I hung up and sighed, leaving a ten dollar bill beside my untouched glass.
*THIS IS AN AU ONE-SHOT, SO DEMI IS NOT A RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC*
~*~
"Demi?" I called out, as I walked into our house. I put down the bag of Chinese and the wine, then walked through the house, avoiding the nursery we had spent so much time creating. She was int he bedroom, standing in the closet in one of my t-shirts, looking down at a piece of paper. As I got closer I realized it was a sonogram photo, out first one, of our baby girl.
"Demi?"
When I touched her shoulder, she looked up at me, tears dripping from her chocolate brown eyes.
"I don't want to feel like this forever." She whispered. "I don't want to be sad anymore."
I just nodded and pulled her into my chest, letting her head rest in the divot there. I kissed her hair gently. "I love you."
She sniffled and fisted my t-shirt. "I love you too."
We walked downstairs and sat on the couch, wine glasses and takeout boxes in hand. Things were lighter. Demi's depression no longer weighed on our conversation and we found ourselves laughing, something we hadn't done in a long time. As she threw her head back with her signature cackle I'd missed so much, Demi put her hand on my thigh and leaned into my body. I smiled fondly when another cracked giggle sprung from her lips and leaned down, pressing my mouth to hers. Demi froze for a moment, then put her hand on the back of my neck, pulling my closer. She slowly shifted onto her knees, and onto my lap, running her hands softly through my hair.
"I love you."
I spread my hands over her back. "I love you too, Demi."
She smiled shyly and leaned down, gently pressing her lips against mine again. I let her take the lead. Like a wounded animal, any move that was too fast could send her sprinting into the other direction. Her lips were soft against mine; almost unfamiliar. We hadn't had this level of intimacy in a long time. Just to hold her, to rub her back, and feel her soft curves under my hands, to feel her back arch every time our lips parted. We were in perfect sync, softly exploring each other's bodies. I let her draw the lines, not deepening the kiss or pulling her closer until she did it first. Eventually, Demi pulled away slightly, her fingertips rubbing over the stubble of my jaw.
"You're due for a shave." She murmured, and I leaned up to kiss her again.
"Do you want to do it? Remember on our honeymoon? You gave me straight razor shave."
She chuckled. "And you had so many little nicks, I felt so bad when we went in the ocean after that."
I smiled and kissed the hollow of her throat. "I don't mind. I'm sure you'll be more careful."
Demi stood and pulled me up, walking hand in hand to the bathroom. I sat on the counter while she got out the shaving kit she'd gotten me a few year ago, then turned around, an adorably nervous expression on her face.
"You'll tell me if I cut you, right?"
I smiled and rubbed her sides gently. "Yes, I will tell you."
"Okay..." She began to lather some shaving cream onto my beard, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing at how serious she took her job. Once I was covered in the white foam, Demi picked up the straight edge razor, biting her lip nervously. "You can back out now you know. I won't feel bad."
I rolled my eyes. "Dems, you'll be fine."
She exhaled and titled my head back, gently removing a patch of hair and cream from my neck. With her tongue between her teeth, she removed all of the stubbed and cream from my neckline, wiping away the excess with a soft towel. Soon she got to my chin and her eyebrows pinched together. She gently scraped across the cream, working to get every hair. At last, she finished and wiped my mouth before pecking my lips.
"Done."
I raised my eyebrow. "Better?"
Demi kissed me with a bit more passion, trailing her fingertips across my now-clean face. "Much better."
~*~
"I'm gonna get some more wine." Demi giggled. "Do you want some?"
We were both pretty tipsy, but I nodded. "Just go get the bottle."
She pecked my lips and got up, walking into the kitchen for a moment before coming back with the second bottle of white wine I had bought for tonight. She filled our glasses, then snuggled back into my side.
"I'm glad we did this tonight." She murmured. "It kind of feels like it's our first date."
"I know." I kissed her temple. "I feel like we're saying the things and finally getting the feelings that we need to make us, us."
Demi smiled and sighed. "I wish we were parents Will. Everyday I think about how she'd act, and what she'd look like. I imagine how you'd be such a good daddy to her."
I hugged her a bit tighter. "I know Dems, I think about it too, every day when I wake up and when I go to bed, it's the first and last thing on my mind. I pray all the time we don't have to go through that again."
"Do you think God was just testing us? Or life was kicking us while we were down?"
I sighed. "A little bit of both, my love. our marriage as tested, but here we are, back in each other's arms, like we never left."
Demi kissed my neck. "It's my favorite place in the world."
'Yeah we just now got the feelings, that we needed, for the first time.'
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