Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories)

Chapter 28

*10 Weeks Later*

Demi’s P.O.V.

Amelie had started showing. Not majorly, but if you looked at her stomach, you would be able to tell. It was for this reason we were sitting inside. That, and the fact it was chilly outside. Christmas was in two days, and Amelie was almost halfway through her pregnancy. Her hip hadn’t been giving her any trouble since she got the splint off and I’d finished X Factor, Glee and was working mostly on my new album. Half the songs were about Amelie, and I was keeping them secret from her. I was waiting for the perfect, and most romantic time possible to share them with her.

“What should I pack?” Amelie called from the bedroom. We were going to visit my family in Dallas for Christmas.

“Clothes for two days, a set of pyjamas and a nice dress or something for Christmas day.” I called back.

“Dem, I can’t fit any of my dresses anymore!” Even though she was yelling so I could hear her from downstairs, I could hear her sighing.

“I’m coming up!” I yelled back, and made my way upstairs. Amelie was sitting amidst a pile of her discarded clothes, looking at her dresses. “Try that one on.” I said, pointing at a blue dress with an elastic band under the bust instead of at the waist. I pulled her up and helped her zip it up. She looked at it in the mirror and pouted.

“I look fat.” She concluded.

“You don’t look fat, you look pregnant. You’re going to gain weight with the little one on board.” I spun her around and pressed my lips to hers, her hand went straight to my cheek, holding my face to hers. I finally pulled away and put my hand on her stomach. “You are gorgeous. Don’t you dare think any different.”

“I don’t like the dress.” She frowned, and I looked into the wardrobe.

“Try one of mine, you’re skinnier than I am.” I swallowed, it was true. But it was still hard to say.

“Oh okay.” Amelie took a second to respond, I think a little taken aback by how blunt I was being. She walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a little blue number with a red floral pattern I’d worn to a red carpet somewhere. “What about this?”

“Yeah, it’ll look good on you.” I said, trying to sound happy but in reality I’d made myself feel a little depressed.

“Dem, help me do up the back?” She stood in front of me, holding her hair out of the way. I obliged and did up her dress. It fit her perfectly, she didn’t even look pregnant in it. I swallowed, trying to shut the voice in my head up. I started reciting lyrics in my mind until I felt Amelie’s head lean onto her shoulder and her arms slip around my waist. “You’re stunning Demi. Listen to me, not the voices. I can see you, they can’t.” She pulled me back onto the bed so we were face to face and kissed the tears off of my face, that I couldn’t help but let fall. “Please don’t cry, how can I make you feel better?” She was really trying, but I shook my head stubbornly. There was nothing she could do. “Look at this.” She pulled my wrists up to my face. “Stay Strong. Keep staring at that, and think of all your lovatics, and think of me. We all know you’re beautiful, and I know you. I know all of your flaws, and you are still the most beautiful person I’ve met and I love you.” She stopped and put her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her and kissing me, carefully and gently. I stopped crying and we held each other in our arms. Her forehead rested against mind and her eyes looked into mine, "I love you." She said again.