Wilmer Valderrma's Daughter

Ch. 8

Demi's pov

When Ariana and I get home, the first thing I do is lock the front door. I then walk with her to her room and help her change into some more comfortable clothes. I get into her bed and she manages to fit in next to me with her small body. She puts her head in my chest and looks up at me to see if it's ok.

"You can lay on my chest. That's ok." I say.

She moves one arm on top of my and just does her best to hold me and I let a small smile show at her effort. Her arms are just so tiny. So to make up for her unable to hug me, I just wrap both my arms around her and hold her close next to me.

"I love you so much Ariana." I say.

"I love you to mommy." She says.

I kiss the top of her forehead and notice she's still warm and I frown, "You just can't seem to get better can you? You still feel yucky don't you?" I ask.

She nods, "My throat hurt." She says.

I frown down at her. I'm sure it does. The poor baby was screaming as loud as she could. She's got strep and that hurts on its own, but then to scream as loud as she did also hurts in its own. You combine the two and you've got a lot of pain.

"I know baby. You have strep throat and I know that hurts. I cry when I have it sometimes. You're doing soooo much better than me. You're a little trooper." I say.

I would tell her that it would help to not talk, but I'm afraid that if I do that then she'll just take it the wrong way and not talk again. Like she was doing when she got here. So as much and I hate to see her talk on a sore throat, I feel like in the long run it's better to just let her do it. I don't want to hurt her emotionally and her not talk again. I don't think she's really ever talked. I know she's 4, just turned 4, but her sentences aren't where they should be at 4. She's adding letters to words, not using the correct tense, or sometimes not even using the words correctly in a sentence. I'm sure she was scared to talk at all and so she never did. But I'm also sure she didn't have someone talk to her enough for her to learn how to speak correctly. I think her mom definitely had to keep Ariana away from her step dad and that lead to her mom taking some abuse as well and not being able to talk to Ariana much. I can't be certain, but I do believe that's what happened.

"I'm a good girl?" She asks.

I move her hair from her face to look her in the eyes, "You are a very good girl. You are a sweet girl, caring girl, strong girl, brave girl, loving girl, funny girl, silly girl, smart girl, and I can go on and on. You're so many things Ariana and I will never, for a minute, let you believe anything less than that." I say.

She smiles, "You're my favorite mommy." She says.

"And you know what?" I ask.

"What?" She asks interested.

"You're my favorite daughter." I say.

"You gonna have a baby?" She asks.

I'm taken off guard by the question. I didn't really expect her to ask the question. And I know she means as of future, just didn't know how to word it in that way, but I guess nows the time to tell her.

"Can you keep a secret?" I ask.

"Yes mommy. I never tell anyone anything." She says proudly.

I let out a small chuckle, "Alright. This is an important secret since only me and your daddy know. No one else knows yet and I want to wait to tell them. So you're really special to get to know early. But I want you to know even though I didn't have you, you are my baby. You always will be my baby and nothing or no one will ever change that. You are my daughter and I love you very much and I will never stop loving you." I say.

She sits up and looks at me wanting to take in everything and read me more clearly, "Ok mommy." She nods.

I hold her hand, "There's a baby in mommy's tummy right now. Mommy goes to the doctor tomorrow to see how old the baby is, if it's healthy, and find out a little more about it. But it'll be a little while before he or she gets here." I say.

Her eyebrows not together and she scrunches her face as she thinks, "How it get in there?" She asks.

"Well god gave me and your daddy one. Just like he gave him and your real mommy one." I say.

"Did you eat it?" She asks.

I chuckle at her innocence, "No I didn't eat it silly. God put it in my tummy so that I can protect it until it's time for it to come." I say.

"Does your tummy hurt?" She asks.

"It doesn't hurt." I say.

She lays back down next to me, "I promise I won't tell anyone mommy." She says.

I kiss the top of her head, "I know you won't. I trust you." I say.

She smiles at me when I say that sentence, "Like I trust you!" She says with excitement.

"Yes my little angel." I smile.

"What do you think about me having a baby? Are you excited? Your going to be a big sister." I say.

"Yes mommy. I happy. I be good sissy." She says.

I smile, "You will be a good sissy. Your sister or bother is going to be very lucky to have you." I say.

And I know that for a fact. I know Ariana is going to be the best older sister possible. I don't have the slightest bit of worries about it.