Nothing Like Us

Chapter Nine

Author's note: I have absolutely no idea about pregnancies. I've witnessed two with my good friend and this is a little of what I remember from how everything worked out for her, maybe it's different for anybody, so if it doesn't make sense, I apologize and hope you'll enjoy it regardless. :D LOVE YOU!

Demi didn't know how long she was crying in Marissa's arms. She just knew that she must've fallen asleep. The singer slowly opened her eyes, feeling Marissa's fingers moving through her hair gently. Her head rested on her best friend's lap and she slowly sat up straight, looking at the blonde. "What time is it?" she asked and Marissa looked down on her phone.

"8.10pm" Marissa said and smiled at Demi.

"Oh fuck." the singer mumbled and rubbed her eyes. "I should go home." she said and stood up. She grabbed her car keys and the three tests. Her eyes starred down on the result, hoping it would've been a bad dream, but she held the reality of it in her hands.

"Do you wanna talk to André?" Marissa asked and Demi looked at her again. She had no idea if she wanted to talk to him. She had no idea what she would say once she got home. He was probably going to ask why she didn't call him or why she didn't come home earlier.

The singer shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of have to, right?" Marissa smiled and stood up as well.

"Yeah, you do." she said and hugged her best friend. "I'm here for you always. You know that. Don't stress about it too much. If you feel like telling him right now, you should do it. If not...well, then you wait until you're ready."

It was good to have someone who stayed calm and collected throughout this whole fiasco. Marissa always knew how to make Demi feel better. That's why she was her best friend.

"Thank you. For everything." Demi smiled and kissed Marissa's cheek before heading out to her car. Once she sat behind the steering wheel, she pulled out her phone from her purse and checked it. André tried to call her a couple of times and ended up leaving her a voice mail:

"Hey baby. Seems like it took a little longer at the studio. I'm heading out with a photographer who's interested in working with me. I don't know when I'll be home. There's some left over chicken in the fridge, if you haven't eaten yet. I love you. Can't wait to come home to you later."

He ended the voice mail with a kissing sound and Demi put her phone back down, looking down on it. She didn't wanna risk her relationship with him. He meant so much to her. What if this baby was going to make everything complicated? What if he didn't want kids right now? What if he never wanted kids? Her mind was racing with so many questions, but she just knew one thing: She had to get through this, with or without him.

Demi drove home and found the chicken breast in the fridge with some rise. She hadn't eaten a lot that day, so she actually was hungry. She warmed it up and sat down at the dining table before she started eating. In her mind, she was trying to find a way of telling André and nothing seemed right. Maybe she shouldn't tell him right now. She still had to go to the doctor to really confirm what three tests already told her, so maybe, she was stressing about nothing? She still had some hope left that this was all just a big misunderstanding.

That night, Demi headed to bed early. She was exhausted from crying and overthinking. André came home around midnight and silently crawled into bed next to her, kissing her head before he shut off the light.

The following days Demi tried to not worry André too much. He noticed some changes in her behavior and was there when she threw up a few times, but Demi told him it was probably a flu and he shouldn't worry about it. The model insisted on taking her to see a doctor, but Demi told him she'd see one after she was done in the studio on a Monday.