They expected her to kick up a tantrum and disagree and pout about the agreement that she should finish off her tour with Enrique and then the rest of the tour should be cancelled. They expected her to whine about not being able to do the jingle ball performances because she really needed to just sit down and rest for a while to focus on having a healthy and successful pregnancy. They had expected her to huff and pout about only being able to go to the studio on certain days and limiting the number of interviews that she did. But she did none of that. Instead, Demi leaned back in the giant office chair in the conference room and mumbled a simple "okay." Everyone had been surprised, but no one questioned her in case she suddenly wanted to change her mind and start a fight.
Two months later, Demi wished that she had started a fight. She was five months pregnant and she was stuck inside of her apartment by herself most of the time. She wasn't allowed to work anymore but Wilmer was because by some unfair chance, men didn't carry babies. She was beyond annoyed with the fact that she actually wanted to leave the house but she had nothing to do. She had recorded most of the songs that she had written but there was no rush because it's not like she could really get out there and promote her album like she wanted to. Everyone was always coming to visit her so there wasn't much reason to leave her house for that. Plus, she didn't really want anyone to see her swollen stomach. For the past three days she had cocooned herself in her heated blanket, only coming out to use the bathroom and get food and reply to messages and calls on her phone. She wasn't enjoying this pregnancy like she wanted to because she felt so restricted all of the time.
Demi glanced at Wilmer who was lightly snoring next to her. She was craving stuff that wasn't in her pantry or her refrigerator and she didn't want to bother him to go get it. She wanted to do it by herself because she was five months pregnant, but she was not disabled.
Demi pushed the blankets back and tip toed out of the bed, grabbing her keys, her shoes, her wallet, and her phone before she left the room. She was already in one of Wilmer's oversized crew necks which hid her bump surprisingly well. She slipped her boots on and quietly opened the door before she closed it back and jogged towards the elevator. She didn't care about the rules of her "resting period." She was hungry and she was bored and she was going to get herself whatever it is that she wanted.
You know that sound a bag of chips makes when you open them? That annoyingly loud crinkling sound that alerts everyone around you that you just opened a bag of chips that you're not planning on sharing? Well it was three am and that was all that Wilmer Valderrama could hear next to him, causing him to roll over and take notice of his girlfriend munching on a family sized bag of nacho cheese Doritos.
"Demi..." he groaned, snatching one of the pillows from the end of the bed and placing it over his face.
"What are you doing?" He whined and she simply sat there with her legs criss crossed, continuing to munch on her chips.
"I've been good lately," she decided after devouring another chip.
"I've been obeying the stupid rules that everyone laid out for me," she bit into another chip.
"And I wanted Doritos and sour gummy worms and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream because I've been good lately," Demi explained, munching on another chip.
"I haven't had anything sugary and sweet in so long and it's so good," she moaned, shaking her head from side to side and raising one hand in the air before bringing it down to grab another chip. Wilmer could only sit back and stare at his fiancée, because what else was he supposed to do?
"Can you just stop making so much noise? I have to be in early tomorrow," Wilmer pleaded, and upon hearing those words Demi began to tear up.
"But we're supposed to be together all day tomorrow. You promised," she whimpered, using the back of her arm to wipe some of her tears away. Wilmer had to fight the urge to roll his eyes because last time he rolled his eyes at her when she started crying he ended up sleeping on the couch for two days. He could handle angry Demi and horny Demi and sad Demi but pregnant Demi was an entirely different story. He didn't know how he was gonna survive four more months of this.
