Teenager

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Apparently, it didn't matter how big the house was. It didn't matter that they lived in 7,800 square feet of space with generous distance between all of their rooms. Once all of the kids were up, Demi could hear them perfectly, screaming and arguing over God knows what while she assumed that Wilmer was trying to get them to settle down. Demi took another few seconds to continue mindlessly staring at the ceiling before she pushed her covers off of her body and dragged herself out of bed.

The further she got away from her room, the more clearly she could hear all of the commotion downstairs. Today was Bella's first competition with the Abby Lee Dance Company and she was riding the bus with them while everyone else was going to meet her there. Maybe that was the cause of all of the chaos. Once she made it down the spiral staircase she rounded the corner and turned into the kitchen, but she instantly wished that she hadn't.

Devy was screaming her lungs off and Wilmer couldn't calm her down. Nolie and Nicholas were arguing about God knows what and Bella was rushing around the kitchen trying to get herself together before Melissa came to pick her up to take her to the studio to get on the bus. Demi felt like a machine as she took Devy out of Wilmer's arms and let the infant rest her head on her shoulder, instantly settling down as she felt her mother's warmth against her skin. Then Demi turned off the TV that Wilmer felt they needed in the kitchen and gave the twins a stern look to eat their food. She left Bella alone and ventured into the living room where she mechanically lowered her shirt and moved her bra out of the way so that Devy could latch on. Her head fell against the couch as she took deep breaths and wished that she was still asleep.

"I'm sorry if they woke you," Wilmer said as he came into the living room and sat down next to her.

Since their argument two days ago, Demi really hadn't been talking to him. She hadn't been able to properly sleep since her argument with Wilmer. It was weighing heavy on her mind because she understood that he was worried about her but he didn't need to keep reminding her that there was something wrong with her when there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't stop being a mom. She couldn't stop being a CEO. She couldn't stop being a fashion designer. She couldn't stop being a wife. Wilmer wanted her to get better but he also wanted her to take care of the kids and him and everything else and it just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to anyone. And she just didn't understand how she got stuck in this rut when she didn't experience this after having the twins. She was completely fine and she had been married to a complete asshole who picked at her baby weight and pressured her to become a housewife. Wilmer was supportive and he wanted to be there for her, but Demi wanted to take care of this on her own. She just had to keep going. She couldn't just stop.

"They were all screaming, of course they woke me up," Demi bluntly stated, adjusting Devy in her arms as Wilmer did that annoying thing where he sighed really loudly, like he was replacing his sigh with what he really wanted to say.

"Go ahead and say it," Demi breathed out as Wilmer huffed again.

"Devy would've been fine if you remembered to pump some milk last night," he mumbled as Demi chewed down on her bottom lip.

"What time are we leaving for the competition?"

"You know that I hate when you do that shit, Demi," Wilmer said through clenched teeth, and Demi was about to respond but Bella came into the living room while tying her hair on a bun on the top of her head.

"Melissa is here, I'll see you guys in a few hours," she said, kissing both of them on their cheeks before running out of the front door.

The more Demi thought about the whole TV show thing, the more she believed that Wilmer was right and it probably would be a good idea for Bella to have something that would distract her from what was going on at the house. Considering the childhood that she had, she didn't want her kids involved in any type of drama relating to her and Wilmer. She wanted them to be kids. She didn't want them stressing over having to hear them fight and argue with each other. And she never wanted them to feel like they had to pick sides, especially since they were a blended family now. That's why Demi didn't want to address her problems with Wilmer. That's why she just wanted to keep saying that she was fine because if she said it enough, it would eventually be true.