When i met Demi....

What now

Ok I know this is no excuse but my friend committed suicide 2 weeks ago and I needed some time to myself. I was feeling really down and although I was still reading books from here I couldn't find the right words to write in my story's if that makes sense. tbh I still don't know what I write about but you guys deserve an update here it is. I have some questions at the end please answer then it helps me to write and please comment any ideas you want to happen in the story........

Dani's POV

"So baby what do you wanna do today" I asked Demi she shrugged her shoulders "I'm not sure I was just hoping to watch movies with you, Ella, and marissa I invited her over" I nodded as I continued massage her feet "your so good at that ya know" Demi moaned "well you said your feet felt like they'd been stood on by and I quote 'it feels like my feet have beet sat on my elephants for a year and now there all like jelly' so im just making you feel better" KNOCK KNOCK "Hey guys" marissa chimed walking through our front door "aunty Rissa" Ella screamed running up to hug her "hey my favourite niece" Marissa mumbled in her neck hugging her tightly "comes it down the movies about to start guys" Demi moaned "what's wrong baby" I asked confused about her sudden mood change "just the baby moving that's all" she replied turning her focus back to Nemo that had just begun.

For the past 5 minutes Demi's been breathing really heavy that was before I felt all wet "Dani" she screamed. Its time. "Ok I've got this Ella go get mommas bag Marissa go call her mom and dad I'll get her changed and in the car. Ready? Go! I rushed and got Demi some sweets and changed her. Ok baby how far apart are your contractions" she closed her eyes "about 4 minutes i think" SHIT! "ok we need to get you to the hospital MARISSA!" I yelled. she came running downstairs "I'm coming" I shock my head "you can't give me the bag we've got to go now!" with that me as Demi were buckled in the car and I was driving to the hospital

"Ok baby we'll get there as soon as possible work on your breathing..... In..... out that's it in...... Out keep doing that baby I'll be there in 5 minutes I promise" I spoke calmly considering Demi was giving birth to our baby boy "ok how long now I can't wait any ooooh ohh l-longer" she yelled out screaming in pain "4 minutes baby I promise no longer ok" I reassured her trying my hardest but that wasn't working at all because honestly I was shitting my self "oh my fucking g-god next time your d-doing this" she yelled again in pain probably more than before but all I could think about was 'next time' did I really want more kids I mean Ella was 7 that's a big age gap but then I love kids and I love Demi so maybe it wasn't a big problem because both Demi and I were still young I mean she's 21 and I'm 22 oh I don't know I think nows not the time to be talking to yourself Dani. Looking at my surroundings I'm driving I can see we've arrived at the LA Hospital "ok princess we're here let's go have a baby" I exclaimed excitedly even if I was nervous more of my body was ready and excited to have a little baby boy

"Ok Dani we're going to need you to hold Demi's hand while we give her the epidural as requested" the nurse spoke "No I don't aaaaah want the drugs please I don't want them" Demi pleaded "please she's and ex addict and she doesn't want any drugs" I asked interrupting them as Demi literally broke my hand the nurse sighed "ok then that's fine" she gave a look of disgust when I told her about Demi's issue "baby let go a second nurse may I have a moment" Demi released my hand and I walked out the room with the nurse in toe.

"ok what ever your name is I don't actually care but she had those issues for a reason. imagine this going to school being bullied daily, having very few friends to then have none in just one day. imagine going to school acting like you were fine only to see a 'Demi hate wall'. Imagine having no confidence in yourself at all being so low that you would do anything to feel anything even if that was pain because you think it's your fault imagine then going into the spotlight were people are so judgmental it's crazy, were people in blog sites will call you 'fat' for fun, or say 'kill yourself' because your ugly in their opinion, imagine being in the position were you have the money that can afford pretty much anything including the drugs that make you feel happy. The drugs that you relied on feeling so low that not even drugs helped. Then even when you get help you find people who still find the time to judge and discriminate you because of your past. Now imagine how my fian- girlfriend is feeling in there" the look on her face after I finished yelling at her. It was priceless "I'm so sorry look um I'll get a new nurse it's just my ex used to do all heavy drugs and well you don't need to know that I'm really sorry" she pleaded with a look of guilt in her eyes "no it's alright because when we go back in there you'll tell her everything is going to be alright and if she sees a new nurse she'll know something's wrong" I left it at that and walked back to Demi who didn't look in to much in pain as before