Out of all the other girls, you're my one and only girl.
"I don't wanna leave this bed," Demi sang as she slowly woke up. Yes, she did practically wake up singing every morning, especially on those mornings that were sometimes few and far between when she would wake up in the arms of the man that she loved the most.
"I just don't wanna leave this bed," she moaned, rolling over and unconsciously pulling him with her, not that he really minded. He would go anywhere with her, and do anything for her. She always dragged him to places and though he feigned annoyance, the quality time that he got to spend with her was enough for him to suck it up and place that smile on his face that she loved so much.
"Don't make me leave this bed," her voice trailed off and it was replaced with a giggle as she opened her eyes, the sun shining in from his large window turning them a honey brown color and highlighting the glints of green and gold that he only caught during special times, when he was really looking at her. The bags under her eyes were unmistakable, but so were the freckles sprinkled across her nose and the indent of her chin that she sometimes hated. Those things made her who she was. Those things made her Demi.
"No one is making you do anything. You wanted to throw this party, remember?" he reminded her as she groaned and rolled back over, unconsciously bringing him with her but also kicking him away...again. She did that sometimes, and the messiness of it all made him chuckle and just hug her closer.
"Because you always support me and stuff and I just wanna do this for you because it's what normal couples do and it's what the wife is supposed to do and we're not married yet but we might as well be..." she cut off her rambling as she noticed the look that he was giving her. It was pure admiration but there was a hint of mocking behind that smirk on his lips that she wanted nothing more to than to kiss away...so she did.
"You don't have to do this, Hermosa. But if you really want to, I'll help you. Couples do this together. We're one. You don't have to do anything alone," he reached forward and fingered the silver chain around her neck where her ring was. He had technically proposed and she had technically said yes. She just kept the ring hidden because she wanted them to have a long engagement until she was where she wanted to be in life and was actually ready to get married. And he didn't even mind.
"Okay. How about you stay here and clean up your filthy house for once and I'll go pick up your suit and the cake and check on the caterers and stuff?" Demi suggested with a sheepish grin, holding his loose wife beater in her hands as he wrinkled his nose.
"Now that it's time to clean it up it's my house?" he asked as Demi released a breathless giggle and nodded.
"I haven't been here in months. Your house, your mess. Get to work," she pecked his lips before rolling off of the bed, but he wasn't letting her go that easily.
"How about I start in the shower, and you can help me?" he chased her around the California king bed, sweeping her into his arms and pecking all over her face as she threw her head back and released that infectious laughter that he had fallen in love with. God, how he loved this woman.
"WILMER!" Demi entered the house through the garage door which was connected to the laundry room, gasping as she stepped into a bubbly mess. The washer was overflowing with bubbles and water, spilling out onto the wood floors and all through the laundry room. Demi held up Wilmer's suit which she had just dry cleaned and stomped through the mess, a scowl placed on her lips.
"WILMER!" she called again, stomping through the house. She threw his suit on the couch and marched into the theater where he was rewatching the football drafts as if he hadn't already seen it ten times before, and as if there wasn't a party tonight at his filthy house.
