Demi
"I can't get married... until I get divorced."
Nicki's words stunned me. I stared at him for a long time. "You're married?"
He swallowed nervously. "Demi just let me explain-"
"YOU'RE MARRIED?!" I yelled. "YOU HAVE A WIFE?!"
"Demi-"
"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" I slapped his hand away and stood up, running my fingers through my hair. "Nicko please tell me this is some kind of sick joke. Please tell me this isn't happening."
"Demi calm down I-"
"Do not tell me to calm down." I snarled. "We have a fucking child together. We have been together for YEARS. HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE TOLD ME THIS?!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS!" He didn't yell out of anger, only to get me to hear him, but it still pissed me off. I shoved his chest, hard.
"DON'T YOU DARE YELL. YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO YELL." I screamed in his face. I shook my head and ripped off the ring on my finger, pelting it towards his head. "You can keep that. I'm fucking done. I'm taking Mia and we're getting on a plane."
Nicki's head hung and he picked up the ring, sitting on the bed. He didn't say another word and soon tears of hurt came to my eyes. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, putting my head in my hands. A sob left my lips and my body shook as I cried. Everything had been perfect. We had been happy, blissfully in love just eight hours ago. I tilted my head back against the wall and saw Nicko too, was crying, his shoulders shaking with wracking sobs. I stood up and walked into the closet, shoving things into my suitcase. Eventually, I was all packed and I rolled the bag out of the bedroom, leaving Nicko alone. I packed up Mia's stuff, then opened the door to leave. I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to change everything. I was walking away, and I was done. Nothing could change that. With steel in my eyes, and a clenched jaw, I walked out, and knocked on the our nanny's door. She opened it with a bright smile, Mia on her hip, but it quickly faded when she saw my eyes.
"Miss Lovato? What's wrong?"
I swallowed hard. "Give me Mia please." She handed my daughter to me, who instantly curled into my neck, cooing happily. "I need you to check on Nicko." I whispered. "You'll be going home on another plane with him. I need you to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes of course... Can I ask what's going on?"
I closed my eyes for a long moment. "I am not marrying him. We're done."
~*~
I opened the door to my house in California and sighed, inhaling the familiar smell. Mia giggled and kicked her legs, wanting to crawl around. I walked over to the bouncer and let her sit in it while I got us settled. Everything was clean, thankfully, so I just got out stuff from the car and then sat on the couch, my face in my hands.
"Mama!" I looked up and couldn't help but smile at Mia's joyfully expression as she jumped up and open, giggling madly. I stood up and walked over, about to squat down to play with her, but a wrench in my stomach had me sprinting for the bathroom. I hunched over the porcelain bowl and threw up the breakfast I'd eaton on the plane. Once my stomach was empty, I sat back with a groan, wiping my mouth. I sat there for a few minutes until my eyes slowly opened, my mind filling with realization. The sickness had passed as quickly as it came, I now felt perfectly fine. I knew this sickness well. I put a hand over my stomach and breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself down before I had a full blown panic attack. I stood up and looked myself in the mirror, smoothing out my hair.
