'So there's this charity gala in New York next month...' Wilmer says sitting down next to Demi as she moves her legs to rest across his.
'Mmm...' She replies glancing up at him as she rests her phone on her stomach.
'Do you want to come with me?' He asks.
'Do you want me to come?' She asks.
'Of course I do. I'd love nothing more than to have you at my side.' He replies.
'Then of course I'll be there.' She says smiling. She rests her head back against the arm of the sofa and sighs.
'Our baby would've been three tomorrow if we'd made it to the due date.' She almost whispers.
'I know... It feels like just yesterday, doesn't it?' He says and she nods her head. She links her fingers through his before sighing.
'I want to do something. I feel like we should acknowledge it; that was our baby as well.' She replies.
'How do you want to acknowledge it?' He asks and she shrugs her shoulders.
'I wrote a post on Instagram but I haven't posted it.' She replies.
'Can I read it?' He asks and she nods her head. Lifting her phone up she passes it to him with the draft of the Instagram post.
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ddlovato : Sometimes I just can't help but think of how different things could've been if things had worked out. This tattoo represents my first child; the baby we didn't get to meet but still loved so intensely. Our baby would have been three years old and my heart still aches for all the moments we've lost. Sitting here with our little rainbow brings such bittersweet moments; we should've had a three year old who wanted to me their little brother or sister. We should've already been a family of three.
'Nena, that was beautiful.' Wilmer says and she smiles slightly.
'I don't know if I'll post it but I think it did help me to write it.' She replies.
'Come here.' He says reaching for her and pulling her onto his knee.
'So this charity thing.' She mumbles as she cuddles into his chest.
'We can speak about it later.' He replies kissing the top of her head.
'Why don't we let off some balloons tomorrow?' He suggests moving some hair out of her face as she glances up at him.
'That sounds perfect.' She replies smiling.
'I might go for a lie down.' She says quietly and he nods his head.
'Okay. You go upstairs and we can go somewhere for lunch when you wake up?' He suggests.
'Mmm... Sounds good.' She replies.
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'Oh hey, sleepyhead.' Wilmer says running his fingers through Demi's hair as her eyes flicker open.
'Hi... How long have I been sleeping?' She asks running her hand across her face.
'A few hours.' He replies.
'Oh... We were supposed to go for lunch; I'm so sorry.' She says.
'Don't even worry about it. I done some tidying downstairs and then came up for a lie down.' He replies.
'I can't believe how big I'm getting.' She says.
'Can I?' He asks gesturing to her stomach and she nods her head. Sliding the covers down slightly she smiles as he moves her shirt up slightly before leaning down and pressing his lips against her stomach.
'Hi, baby... I'm your daddy. I want you to know that you are so loved and we will do absolutely anything for you. I absolutely love your mommy and I can't wait to see her holding you in her arms because I know that'll just make us complete.' He says keeping his hand on her stomach as tears fill her eyes.
'I know I keep saying it but I still can't believe we're actually having a baby.' She almost whispers.
'I know... What are you going to do when I go back to New York?' He asks.
'I don't know. I might come with you or I might just stay here.' She replies shrugging her shoulders.
'You should come.' He says.
'I just- What would I do in New York? I don't want to be stuck in a hotel room whilst you're working.' She admits.
'You could go shopping? Maybe pick out some paints for the baby's room?' He suggests.
