Don't Leave Me

Chapter 9 - My... Uhm... What?!?!?

30 Minutes Later

Demi's POV:

"Mom. My stomach hurts." Emily said while holding her stomach.

"That's normal after eating. Your body's not used to it yet." I replied.

"No, my stomach hurts."

"Honey, it's... oh." I said suddenly realizing what she was trying to tell me.

She nodded her head. "Yeah." She said.

"Well, alright. Uhm... have you ever had a period yet."

She shook her head.

"Have you had the talk yet?"

"The what?"

"Nevermind. We'll discuss it soon. Follow me." I told her.

I took her into the bathroom and showed how to put a pad on her underwear.

She just nodded. Her cheeks starting to blush.

"Honey, there's nothing to he embarrassed about. It's just a part of growing up. I'll let you take care of this, but leave the door open please."

She nodded her head.

"I-I don't want you to see me." She said as I started to walk out.

"Honey, I'm not going to look. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay." She replied.

"Leave the door open please." I said as I finally walked out of the bathroom.

I cannot believe my little girl, the little girl I just adopted not that long ago, is growing up.

Emily's POV:

How could I have gotten my fucking period. I thought you had to be, like a teenager to get that. This sucks. Growing up sucks.

I sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

Demi motioned for me to sit beside her on the couch.

"So about that talk..."

Oh no. She makes this "talk" sound so scary.

"Do you know where babies come from."

"Of course. Who doesn't? A seagull flies them down in a basket and drops them at a random person's house."

Gosh, why is she staring at me like that?

"Honey, not quite." She paused and then proceeded with "when a man and woman have intercourse. Do you know what intercourse is?"

I shook my head.

"Intercourse are when two people do it. When two people do it, the woman may get pregnant. The baby comes from the woman. Now that you have gotten your period, you are able to have babies."

"Oh, cool."

She shook her head at me with a slight chuckle.

"You're not allowed to do it until you're 30."

"Aww, I have to wait that long to have babies."

Demi's POV:

My child. I'm telling you.

I gently elbowed her arm.

She gasped and flinched.

"Emily?" I looked at her.

"Yes?"

"You okay?" I asked.

"Always." She faked a smile.

"Can I see your arms?" I asked.

She held her arms out in front of me.

"No, I mean... could you roll up your sleeves."

"Why?" She asked sounding a bit taken aback.

"Emily. Please roll up your sleeves."

She looked down, but still continued to hold her arms out in front of me.

I slowly rolled up her right sleeve.

Tears rolled down her cheek.

"Baby girl." I said.

"Just get the other arm done with." She said, while still looking down.

"I rolled up her left sleeve."

"You know I love you, right?" I said while giving her a hug.

"Yeah." She mumbled through tears.

"What made you feel like doing this?" I asked curiously.

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