Wilmer
"Demi... What happened?"
Demi took another deep breath, "I was pregnant."
My breath caught, it felt like everything froze, "Was?" I sounded like I was being strangled, "Was?"
She scrubbed the heel of her hand against her face, rubbing the tears away, "I was having symptoms, so I went to the doctor's. He said I was pregnant, and to go off my meds right away because they could be harmful to the baby. So I did." She let out a whimper, "A few days later I miscarried. You were sleeping. I didn't know what to do. I told you I left for New York but I was at the hospital. They had to do a surgery." She lifted her shirt up a little bit to show me a small scar about an inch long on her bikini line. "That's why I was gone for so long." They told me that the anti-biotics could react with my normal meds so I had to stay off them. That's why I was shutting you out. I felt so guilty that I killed our baby, that I didn't tell you, so I could barely look at you. I was cleared for sex and I felt even worse because there was no way I could look you in the eyes as we did the thing that made the baby that died in me, and not have a complete breakdown. So I didn't want to have sex with you for a long time. Being off my meds makes my sex-drive fluctuate though, so that night at the lodge... I couldn't help myself. The past few days I've been back into my routine, so my mood is more stable, but I knew you were hurt, and angry. I know I should've told you, but I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, for everything."
I blinked a few times, staring at her as my mouth hung open. I slowly put my hand on her stomach, "You were pregnant?"
She bit her lip and nodded, "I'm sorry."
"We were gonna have a baby?" I whispered, looking up into her warm brown eyes.
"I'm sorry." She said again, putting her hands on top of mine, "I know I should've told you. I should've not shut you out. I should've been a better wife."
I closed my eyes, surprisingly feeling tears drip down my cheeks, "So you're not falling out of love with me? You still love me?"
"God yes." She breathed, cupping my cheeks, "Wilmer of course I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I'm so sorry baby. I never wanted to hurt you this bad."
"I thought." I swallowed hard, "I don't know, the craziest scenarios went through my head. I didn't know if you were seeing someone else or if you were just not attracted to me anymore..."
Demi was already shaking his head, leaning down to kiss me, "Baby I would never... Absolutely not. Wilmer I would never even look at someone else. You're all I want, and I promise I still want you."
I swallowed again, "I just... why didn't you tell me when you thought you were having symptoms? Or when you took a test? We've been trying."
She sighed, "I wanted me telling you to be special. I was gonna plan something but before I could the miscarriage happened."
I felt an ache in my chest again, "You should've told me Dems, I could've helped you. You wouldn't of had to go through that alone. I could've taken you to the hospital at least."
"I was just so scared." She whispered, "I felt like I killed our baby. I thought it would be better for you to not miss something you never knew you had."
I took a deep breath, "Is there a place we can go? That like, we can remember him?"
"I never knew the sex." She said quickly, wiping her eyes, "It was too early."
I wrapped her hand in mine, "I feel like it was a him... We should give him a name."
Demi took a shaky breath, "I was thinking... Joshua. I know it's not that special or anything, but it seemed fitting."
"Joshua." I whispered, "It's perfect."
She forced a smile, "I love you so much."
I finally pulled her into my arms, letting her relax against my body, her favorite place to be, "I love you too Hermosa. This is just a little bump in the road. We're going to have kids and start a family and live happily ever after, just like I promised you nena."
Demi began to cry again, her tears soaking my shirt, "I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted you to think I didn't love you."
"I know that." I reassured her, rubbing her back, "None of that matters. All I care about is that you came back to me, and you're okay. We're okay. That's all that matters."
Demi kissed my neck lightly, "Can you hold me tonight?"
I smiled and tightened my hold around her, "I wasn't planning on letting go of you for the rest of our lives."
She pulled away a little bit, "Let's go to bed... All this crying has made me exhausted."
I swung her up into my arms as I stood up, smiling as she yelped a bit and held onto me tightly, "As you wish."
I carried her up to the bedroom and we got ready, both of us now smiling again. When I walked out of the closet and saw Demi laying down, her glasses on the nightstand, writing in her notebook, my heart was finally at peace. We were okay. I got into bed and Demi threw her stuff aside, climbing over the space between us so she could snuggle up against me.
"So you've gotten over your issue with being held?" I chuckled.
Demi just played with the hem of my shirt, "I didn't want you to touch my stomach at all. Usually you draw patterns on it or spread your hand over it. I didn't want to think of you doing that when you found out I was pregnant."
I kissed her temple, "Promise me that when you do get pregnant, you won't wait. I want to be completely involved. Not Marissa, or your mom. We're not some high school couple, we're married Dems. This is normal, and we want this to happen. I can't wait for you to be carrying my baby. I want to be there when you're taking the test, and when we go to the doctor's appointment to make sure. I want to be there during your mood swings and cravings and morning sickness. I want to be there every step of the way, even when you're pissed off at me. I want to be the best father I can be."
Her eyes shown with tears as she kissed me passionately, "I love you so much."
"I love you too." I murmured, kissing her back with just as much emotion.
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