Beside You | Jemi

Sixty Seven

I got mixed up, this is the new episode sixty seven 

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"Go!" Joe demanded Demi giggling slightly as he forced her towards the stairs to actually take a bath this time. He missed spending time with his children and knew how tired Demi must be after having them for the past couple of days without any help. He wanted her to relax. Demi turned around smiling when he kissed her gently. "If you don't have this bath I'll run it and throw you in myself." Demi giggled again looking up at her boyfriend.

"Are you sure your okay with the whole cheating thing?" Demi questioned biting her lip gently. Joe nodded his head gently.

"I love you okay? I just don't expect it to happen when things go back to normal." Demi sighed taking both of his hands gently.

"You should be upset Joe, hurt and angry yet you're so calm about this. I'm worried that you're going to feel worse in the near future," She squealed when Joe lifted her up throwing her over his shoulder. "Joseph!" Joe laughed as he entered their bedroom throwing her down on the bed.

"Stop worrying about me Demi, I'm fine! I'm just glad to have you and the kids back," He answered kissing her gently. "You're so beautiful." He spoke as he admired her seeing her hair spread out on the bed her shirt raised slightly so he could see her flat stomach.

"This isn't exactly having a bath." Demi groaned as he leaned down kissing her neck gently, he smirked against the skin on her neck before pulling away.

"Fine but I'm having you later," He winked before getting up entering their bathroom, Demi sighed sitting up her legs curving around the bed. It was a couple of minutes later that Joe entered the bedroom kissing her gently. "Your bath awaits, dinner will be ready in an hour. Your favourite." Demi sighed again entering the bathroom. He was making her feel worse, more guilty. He was spoiling her even though she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve him. She was worried about him, whether he actually understood what she had done. She opened the cupboard on the side grabbing some razors so she could shave her legs but her eyes landed on something else. Sanitary wear. Her eyes widened before she darted into the bedroom looking at the calendar where she wrote down her period every month and how long it had been since her last one. It had been just over four weeks when she had slept with another man and started acting strange around Joe. She also remembered multiple times that she had shared intimacy with Joe. She could be pregnant and she had no idea who the father of her son or daughter was.

"Stay back." Joe warned chuckling as the triplets all stood back at the same time. He brought out the tray setting them on the counter shutting the oven door taking off his oven gloves seeing as they peered over the counter to see if they could see what they had made with their father. He had always enjoyed baking with his children.

"You can have one after dinner when they are cooler." Joe stated.

"Aw why not now?" Elsie questioned looking up at her father.

"Because they are hot! They'll make your mouth hurt!" Joe exclaimed lifting Evie up when she reached out for him so she could see the cookies on the tray better. "Let's go play outside for a bit before dinner."

"You play with us?" Elliot questioned but Joe shook his head.

"I can't little man, I have to cook dinner but I'll be out in a bit and join in," Joe encouraged leading them outside where they ran over to the climbing on the frame they had brought not long ago since they are a little older now. Joe smiled entering the kitchen grabbing a onion chopping it in half before peeling it and slicing it. He looked up from the chopping board when Demi entered the room in the same clothes he had left her in. "I thought I told you to take a bath Lovato."

"J-Joe I think I might be pregnant," She mumbled Joe stopping what he was doing. "I-I need to take a test, I'll be home soon." Demi rushed off before he could come after her.

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