*Four Weeks Later*
Demi
Bora Bora was good for Mia and I. Even though I slathered her in sunblock, she got a nice tan and my skin turned a golden brown. That was something the California sun couldn't do. The plane ride home was filled with anxiety and eventually I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned my phone on.
Zero messages.
Shocked, I checked Nicko's number four times. When I said don't contact me I didn't actually expect him to listen. I went on twitter and my DM's were loaded with people who didn't have my personal number, but I didn't both reading them. I went to Nicko's account and he had tweeted one thing in my absence.
"@NickoBrooks: Anytime you need me, I'll be there."
I teared up as I read the tweet over and over again, and then the anger set in. My fingers were typing before I could stop my set.
"@ddlovato: I needed you then, where were you?"
Seconds after I tweeted that, my phone beeped and I cursed for still having his notifications on.
"@NickoBrooks: It'll always be you. As long as we both shall live."
I rolled my eyes and threw my phone on the seat as I held Mia tighter. What an asshole, throwing marriage in my face like that? I hadn't cried yet, because I needed to be strong to be a mom for Mia. I needed to get through this, and crying wouldn't do me any good.
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When I landed, Max was waiting for me with a smile. As I walked up to him, I hugged him, shifting Mia to my hip.
"How are you?" I murmured, "I've missed you."
"I've been well." He said in his Australian accent, "And you? Are you okay?"
I smiled and nodded, "Bora Bora is a very good place to think things through... I recommend it."
Max smiled, "I'll think about it one day."
I lowered my voice so Mia wouldn't hear anything, "And what we discussed before I left?"
His face grew serious, "He sat outside your apartment for hours, hysterically crying. Then he kind of got his shit together, and left."
I exhaled slowly, "Okay. So I can go back there without any issues."
He raised an eyebrow, "Most likely, but now that he knows you're back because of that shit you pulled on twitter, he might be there."
I groaned, "Okay, right. I'll take my chances."
We walked to the car and thankfully there was no paparazzi or fans there taking pictures. The drive through LA was long, but Mia remained asleep most of the way there. In the lobby of my apartment building, Max hugged me, then kissed Mia's head and left. The entire way up in the elevator, I was anxious. I imagined Nicko standing there, trying to get me to forgive him. I knew that of I saw his face I would crack. The doors dinged, and opened, and I peeked out.
He was there.
"You need to leave." I said confidently, as I strode out of the elevator. My facade broke when he turned around, his face blank.
"I just wanted to make sure you were safe, both of you."
Even though I was beyond pissed, a tiny bit of me felt guilt because I had taken his daughter away to another part of the world without his knowledge.
"Well we are, so leave."
He closed his eyes, "Can I just hold her? Please? Two minutes?"
I locked my jaw, "You have one."
I handed Mia to him, careful not to touch his hands with mine. Nicko held her close and she opened her eyes. They focused on him and suddenly her face lit up with a smile.
"Dada!"
Nicko smiled, "Hey babygirl... Daddy missed you, so much." He gave her his finger, which she happily grasped, and held tightly in her tiny fist.
"Dada!"
Nicko smiled and gently stroked her cheek, swiping his big finger down her nose. After just a couple seconds, she was out like a light. He always had an uncanny ability to make her fall asleep. Then, he looked up at me.
"I guess my minute is up." He handed her back to me, and I sighed, taking her back.
"Goodbye."
He swallowed, "Can I see her again? Soon?"
I sighed, "Fine. But I'll tell you when. You can't come over here unannounced. Okay?"
He nodded, and I could see the hope in his eyes, "That's fine, thank you."
"This doesn't change anything. We're not getting back together."
Nicko shook his head, "I don't want to get back together."
My heart cracked and I nearly dropped to my knees from the pain of his words, "What?"
He sighed, "You were right Demi... I'm not good for you. I'm not sure I ever was. You deserve the world, and I can't give it to you, not anymore."
With that, he walked past me into the elevator, and was gone.
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