Tragically Beautiful

two

Demi; (pov)

I opened my eyes, blurily, and saw Wilmer getting out of bed. Sitting up, I put on my glasses, and just stared at him as he walked to the closet to pick out a suit. He had a meeting today. I need that time alone. To do what has been haunting me for weeks. I looked over at my purse, and glanced back at Wilmer exiting the closet, only in his boxers. He looked so hot. I just wanted to take him right there. He walked over to me, and kissed my forehead;

"Good-morning my hermosa."

His voice nearly made my heart melt.

"Good-morning baby." I beamed.

He headed to the bathroom. I got up and threw on my bathrobe and slippers. Slowly walking to the bathroom as well, I smiled as I peered through the crack in the door and saw my handsome man preparing for his day. Standing in the doorway, Wilmer sees me in the mirror, and walks towards me, pushing me back onto the bed in a playful, seductive manor. He passionately kissed me as I let out a small moan.

"I love you my nena." He groaned.

I replied by staring into his eyes, and allowing him to dive in for another kiss.

With one last kiss, he got up, leaving me with a huge grin on my face. I just needed him to leave. I was feeling more and more anxious as the hours went by.

Eventually, the clock struck 11:00am, and Wil's driver was outside the apartment.

"Goodbye my love." Wilmer kissed me, as he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

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It was around 12:30, and I was sitting on my bed, glaring at my purse. It was time. I got up, and slowly walked over to the chair which my purse was set.

Reaching in, I pulled out one of the four pregnancy tests I had purchased a few days before. The change in appetite, the weight gain, the smell of Wilmer's cologne had suddenly became revolting. These were only signs that I was pregnant. I am not ready. I am barely keeping my relationship in tack, yet alone could I handle another life in my own hands. Before I entered into the bathroom to take the tests, I stopped at my bed. I stopped to pray. Pray to God, that these are just signs of a sickness. I knew for a fact that in this moment of time, a child would be more of a curse, than a blessing.

Four plus signs. Four fucking plus signs.

"WHY. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO? THIS ISNT FAIR. WHY THE FUCK DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!"

I couldn't contain my rage. I was pregnant, at 23. I went on and on rambling to myself the most negative things that came to mind. Sure, it's not all bad. Maybe I could have handled it differently, but I was just in shock. All I wanted to do was lay down, and stare at the ceiling. That is exactly what I did.

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I heard the door unlock.

"Demi? I'm home! Are you here?"

Wilmer entered our bedroom, where he saw me bawling my eyes out. He (of couse) ran over, and threw his arm around me.

"Don't cry baby, don't cry. What's wrong? Do you want to talk?"

All I did was glance over to the bathroom, where I had left all four tests spread out on the counter. Wilmer followed my gaze. He reads my mind like its a book. It's truly a crazy, beautiful thing. As he headed to the bathroom, I buried myself down under the covers. It took about 5 minutes before the bathroom door slowly reopened.

"Oh baby, why didn't you say anything?" Wilmer was confused and concerned.

"I was afraid as to what you would say. It's all my fault. I know it. I'm sorry."

All Wilmer could do was comfort me, and reassure me that it takes two to make a baby. Wilmer seemed excited, and nervous. He wanted kids, but he didn't know when.

All I wanted to do was cry. That's all I could do. I was pregnant, and Wilmer Valderrama was the father.

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I hope you enjoyed chapter two! Thanks for reading!