CHAPTER 21- Heaven
Nicko's POV
I tossed and turned over on the couch as my body refused to relax and get comfortable on the couch. Demi and I have been yelling at each other for the past two hours about her spilling juice on the floor and her blaming it on me even though I'd been in the other room. So mid-argument, Demi had decided she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Since she locked the door, I assumed it was my cue to sleep on the couch. I groaned and got up, walking into the bathroom where I had sleeping pills. Before I could reach it though, I heard the sound of someone crying- Demi. Using the key on the doorframe, I quietly opened the door and walked in. She was laying on her side, her tiny body shaking due to the sobs coming from her chest. I sighed and walked over to the bed.
"Demi?" She turned over and immediately my heart broke a little. She looked so small and fragile, like even the lightest touch could break her into pieces.
"Hi." She cracked a pitiful smile and I shook my head.
"Why're you crying?"
He smiled dropped again, "I don't know."
At any other time, that answer would've been comical, but I knew it was something more than that.
"C'mon baby talk to me." I climbed into bed and pulled her body against mine.
"I really don't know. I just started crying and couldn't stop. I hate being pregnant."
I smiled, "I'm pretty sure every single woman says that."
She sighed, "I don't even know how I'm feeling. There's so much whirling around in my head I just can't seem to quiet it down."
An idea came to me, and I got out of the bed, offering her my hand, "Come with me." Demi pouted, and I picked her up bridal style, whisking her off to the music room and placing her on one of the bean bag chairs. I walked over to the piano and sat down, my fingers slowly pressed down on the keys, and I opened my mouth to sing.
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishin for rain as I stand in the desert.
But I'm hold you closer than most, because you are my heaven.
I don't wanna waste the weekend, if you don't love me, pretend.
Just a few more hours, and it's time to go.
As my dream rolls down the east coast,
I wonder how you'll keep warm.
It's too late to cry, and I'm too broken to move on.
Still I can't let you be, most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't take what you don't need from me.
Cause it's just a drop in the ocean a change in the weather.
I was prayin' that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishin for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holdin' you closer than most cause you are my heaven
Misplaced trust and old friends, never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all.
New England as the leaves change, the last excuse that I'll make.
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl.
It's just a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.
I was prayin' that you and me might end up together.
I slowly drifted off and looked over at Demi who was sound asleep on the chair. I smiled and picked her up, walking upstairs as she cuddled into my chest when I placed her on the bed. It didn't take long until I too was fast asleep.
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I awoke to the sound of cursing coming from the closet.
"Demi? Are you okay?"
She stormed out and glared at me, "No! I am most certainly not okay! None of my clothes fit me! What the hell am I supposed to do?!"
I sighed and walked over, rubbing her sides, "Demi you're pregnant. You're not fat you just have a baby growing inside you of course sooner or later your clothes won't fit. How about we go to the mall today and you can go on a shopping spree?"
Demi frowned and moved my hands away, "Don't do that."
I raised an eyebrow, "Do what?"
She sighed and moved away from me, "Just.... don't touch me."
I couldn't pretend I wasn't hurt, "Oh... I'm sorry."
Demi shook her head and blushed, "It's not because I don't want you to touch me... that's the problem."
It suddenly hit me, she was horny again.
"Ohhh I see. Well why don't you get ready for the mall?"
She sighed, "I don't even have anything to wear there."
I shrugged, "Well your jeans fit right?"
She looked down, "One pair."
I smiled, and lifted her chin with my finger to softly kiss her lips. "You're beautiful. Just wear the jeans and a t-shirt."
She nodded and walked back into the closet with me following. I went to my rack of clothes and pulled my shirt over my head, searching for a shirt to wear.
"Jesus Nik, can you please put a shirt on?" I turned around and saw Demi, very turned on, behind me. Her eyes were on my bare stomach, and her lip was digging into her teeth. I smiled and flexed a little before turning back around and grabbing a t-shirt, tossing it behind me knowing she'd want to wear it. After finding another one for me, I turned back around and watched her put on her makeup with a wrinkled nose.
"You know you don't need that shit right?" She looked up and smiled, but went right back to putting it on. I walked over and grabbed her wrist lightly.
"Demi I'm serious don't put it on."
She tried to pull her hand away, "Nicko let go, I'm putting it on now stop!"
I let go of her but immediately moved behind her, placing my hands on her waist and breathing against her neck. If she wanted to do this then I was certainly going to use her hormones to my advantage.
"Nicko I know what you're doing. Stop it." Demi hissed, but her hand shook and she tried to open a sleek black box. I began to lightly kiss her neck and shoulders, letting my hands wander further north and south. Finally Demi groaned and gave in, putting down the box and brush, leaning into my body.
"Fuck you Nik."
I smiled and nipped at her ear, "We've got some time, I know you want to."
Her lips against mine were the only answer I needed as I carried her back to bed.
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