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

Chapter 35

Amelie’s P.O.V.

I was folding clothes into my suitcase. Demi was upstairs, bringing things down for me occasionally. I finished the clothes I’d been packing and then realised that I hadn’t been upstairs in our room in over a month. I was still in the wheelchair, still pregnant, and my body was still trying to kill itself. But one of those things was about to change.

“I think that’s it. Have we got everything you’ll need?” Demi asked, coming down the stairs. She looked tired, and I knew that she spent the nights worrying and not being able to sleep. I’d hear her getting up to pray at like 2am, and I’d feel bad.

“Yeah. Have you got my phone charger?” I zipped up the suitcase as best I could. Being in a wheelchair was limiting, but at least Demi had gotten me a nice one. It was a combination of black leather and the occasional sequin.

“Yep, right here.” She walked over and slipped the charger into the top compartment of my suitcase. She grabbed her backpack and my suitcase and left to load them into the car. When she came back, I was texting Dianna and she smirked when she saw the name on my screen.

“My mom is possibly more excited about the baby than both of us combined.” She laughed, a sound I hadn’t heard enough of recently.

“I’m more nervous than excited right now, to be honest.” I said, and I was scared. I was scared that in a day’s time I wasn’t going to be pregnant any longer and instead, I was going to be a mother.

“I’ll be with you, there’s no need to be anxious. The doctors know what they’re doing.” She reassured me and started pushing my chair out to the car. “Our last time leaving the house as non-parents.” She grinned at me, and helped me into the car.

“Next time we’ll have our little girl.” I smiled to myself.

“It could be a boy. They couldn’t tell, so don’t say it’s a girl.” Demi reminded me and I rolled my eyes at her.

“It’s a girl. I can tell. Motherly instincts.” I winked at her.

“Oh yeah ok, whatever.” She giggled and I smiled, glad that we could be so happy at this moment because I was not looking forward to spending the next few weeks in the hospital. I reached up and fixed my hair, Demi glanced over at me knowingly. “You’ll look beautiful, even without your beautiful hair. At the end of the day, it is just hair.”

“I know, I know. But that’s coming from you, the owner of the world’s most luscious locks and you’re not about to lose them any time soon.” I sighed, Demi put her hand on top of mine on the centre console.

“We can get you a wig if you want. You’d suit some nice dreads.” Demi said cheekily, trying to lighten up the situation. I smiled a bit, her humour always caught me off guard.