<Chapter 7>

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Leaving the treatment center was one of the best things I had ever done in my life. It was also sad because, in a way, that place had become my home and I knew I was going to miss it.

I stepped into my dad's car. Him and mom had come to take me home. I couldn't wait to get home but I also couldn't wait to see Wilmer.

"You ready to go?"  Mom asked. I nodded excited. "Alright then" Dad said while starting the vehicle and driving away from there.

Mom noticed me looking back at the center with sadness so she started to talk to me.

"You know, honey, we've bought clothes for our future little Lovato-Valderrama"

That made me smile.

"Aww, that's amazing!"

I was 5 months pregnant when I left treatment and everything looked so scary outside.

Papparazzis were everywhere. Thank God I had learnt how to hide my bump. Wilmer and I had decided to keep the media away from our relationship and our baby. It was the best decision yet also a very hard one.

We got to our house and I prayed for the media to not to find out about my pregnancy.

My family immediately came up to me. Asked me how I was and then went to touch my bump.

I felt so happy.

But I wanted to see Wilmer so badly. But I had to wait until the next day.

"Baby, I'm home"  I said with the phone against my ear.

"I'm happy to hear that, nena. Enjoy and stay strong, yeah? I'll see you tomorrow"

I smiled.

"Okay. I love you"

"I love you more." And he ended the phone call. He must be busy.

So I tried to have fun that day. I got presents from my family. Most of then were baby stuff and I felt more than happy.

I even found myself eating without thinking about calories.

And when the night came, I went to take a shower and that was when I realized how long my dark hair had gotten and how big my bump was actually.

I giggled while rubbing my belly up and down,  picturing in my mind a little baby moving around.

"Nena?"  His voice entered my ears.

Wilmer? Is he here?.

Maybe I'm just imagining it. It used to happen a lot while being in treatment. I guess I miss him.

"Demi?"

Was he really here?

"Wilmer? I'm in the bathroom"  I decided to reply, praying that it was not my imagination playing with me.

But the door got open and Wilmer appeared there with a roses bouquet in his hands.

I exited the shower and put on my green bathrobe.

"Wilmer!"  I squealed, excited. He gave me the flowers and I happily took them and smelled them.

I loved roses... And he knew it.

We went to my room where I put the roses in a vase, replacing the white flowers that were already there.

"Wilmer, baby, what are you doing here?" I asked, pulling him into a hug. He hugged me back. "I thought you were coming tomorrow"

"I changed my mind when you called me..." He said. I looked into his eyes.

"You could've told me"

"I wanted to surprise my beautiful girlfriend"

"Awww... Wait... Did you just call me your girlfriend?"

He smiled big.

"Yes, nena... I... I love you so much... I know we've been friends and stuff but... I have a bunch of feelings for you that I cannot avoid and the fact that we're having a child together only intensifies those feelings..."

I couldn't wait anymore so I kissed his lips. He kissed me back.

"But even if that child growing inside of you wasn't mine, I would've told you this anyways because I love you so much. And I think you love me too"

"Yes, baby, I love you too and I'm sure this child is yours so... We're going to be a family"

He smiled and kissed me again.

His hands got placed in my bump once the kiss ended. I smiled when he looked into my eyes. He was tearing up and I found that the cutest thing ever.

"I'm so happy." He mumbled.

"Me too"

"Babe, I'm really proud of you. Now you're ready to become a stronger woman. Did treatment help?"

"Yes, you were right... I needed help"

He smiled once again and caressed my cheek.

"I just want the best for you, mi hermosa"

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