Wilmer Valderrma's Daughter

Ch. 6

Demi's pov

I help Ariana get changed the next morning when all of the sudden her eyes go wide and run pushes me away in a panic. I hold her shirt and watch her bolt out of the room.

I sigh and follow after her and see her vomiting next to the toilet, "Baby the toilet. You're vomiting in the floor." I say.

But Ariana is so out of it and that I end up having to pick her up and and hold her over the toilet just so she can make it in. I look away unable to watch her without feeling sick myself but I'm getting a sting whiff of the vomit and feel my stomach turn. When Ariana finally stops I flush the toilet, still not looking in it or around it, and I let her stand up.

"Ok can you go out your shirt on for me?" I ask.

"Help me mommy." She cries.

Aw I've got a grumpy one today, "Mommy feels a bit sick too. Mommy helped you change into your panties and shorts." I say.

Because mommy had morning sickness right now.

"Mommy!" She cries.

I get that I'm not going to be able to get her to leave the bathroom so I just go ahead and throw up in the same toilet that Ariana did minutes before me. I feel Ariana sit in my lap and I look at the bathroom the second I stop and see Wilmer standing at it.

He looks at the floor by the toilet and I point to Ariana and he gives me a confused look as I flush the toilet, "Ok let's go get your shirt on sweet girl." I say picking Ariana up.

I head back to her room and easily get her shirt on before I pick her up. I carry her downstairs and see Wilmer already has her medicine ready for her to take.

"Look at that Ariana, your daddy got your medicine for you this morning to make you feel better." I say.

She just lets out small little cries and I am sure she doesn't really know why she's crying right now. She's just irritable due to how miserable she feels.

I wipe her tears and put her head in my hands, "You're ok sweet girl. I know you feel bad. I'm sorry you feel so bad." I say.

Her little lip quivers and I put a kiss on the top of her head, "Can you take your medicine for me. This is what will help you feel better." I say.

She gives me a small nod and I pick up her medicine cups as Wilmer gets a juice from the fridge. And puts the straw in for her, "Look at what you daddy has for you." I say once she finishes the medicine.

She looks to Wilmer who holds out a juice box for her, but she doesn't take it. Wilmer hands it to me when he sees she's not going to take it from him and I hand it to her and watch her sip it slowly.

"Demi we have to be on set today. We are filming today." Wilmer sighs,

I look at him, "That's a problem isn't it? We have Ariana and I'm not leaving her with anyone else." I say.

"Well have to bring her with us then." He says.

I shake my head, "And you really think she's going to be ok around a bunch of people she doesn't know?" I question stupidly.

"Demi we have to be on set. We've agreed to film this episode of ncis and it's too late cancel." Wilmer says.

"Wilmer the poor girl doesn't feel good at all. And do I need to remind you that I have thrown up today and haven't been feeling the best lately?" I ask cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Demi you work all the time when your sick and you know that just as well as I do. You did a tour when you had the flu just last year." He points out.

Ariana begins to cry at the arguing and I pick her up and hold her on my hip. I just rub her back and kiss the top of her head and moments later she wears herself out and falls back asleep.

"Are you seriously not doing it?" Wilmer asks.

I look at him stupidly, "Wilmer no. She doesn't feel good and I'm not going to stress her out more than she already is." I say.

"You're forgetting that she's my daughter." He says.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Really? Your? Ok Wilmer. You want to traumatize her? Alright. You can take her to your house. You want her to just be your daughter, then go ahead and take her from me and leave. If that's the type of parent you want to be then go right ahead. But I will not be letting you see our child. We can go ahead and divorce now so you can never let her see me again." I say.

He hits his lip and doesn't move a muscle, "Come on, take her. You don't want me to parent her then take her." I say.

His eyes travel to Ariana with her arms around my neck and her head in my shoulder sleeping completely relaxed, "Come on Wilmer, ruin it for her. Be selfish and ruin the small amount of happiness she has and all the trust she's put into someone. Leave her to be fearful of you for the rest of her life. You know damn well she doesn't trust you and she won't without my help. But god damnit go ahead Wilmer." I hiss.

"I'm sorry. No I can't do that." He says.

At this point I don't even want to look at Wilmer, it can't look at him, right now. So as I make myself breakfast I come to a realization that the bathroom needs to be cleaned up.

"Since we are on the topic of your daughter, how about you go clean up her vomit next to the toilet from where she missed the toilet this morning?" I ask.

The tone of my voice lets him know I'm still pretty pissed about the situation and Wilmer nods before heading upstairs and leaving me with his daughter. I truthfully can't believe he had the nerve to say that. This little angel in my arms is calling me mommy and wants me to be her mommy. She loves me with all her heart just like I love her with all of mine. Sure I may not be her real mom, but I am still her step mom. But as far as she's concerned I'm just 'mommy' and as far as I'm concerned she's our daughter.

I eat breakfast alone and hold Ariana in my lap. Once I quickly finish that, I walk upstairs with her and put her in her bed. And that's where we stay the rest of the day, and night.