CHAPTER 33- Dallas

Demi's POV

"I'm late." My voice was emotionless, the feelings rushing through my head so fast I didn't know what to think.

"What?" Wilmer was still confused.

"My period is late Wilmer. I've been on the same cycle since I was fourteen."

Female anatomy had taught him enough to know what that meant.

"So you're..." He trailed off, looking at my stomach.

"I think so."

He rubbed his hand over his face, clearly trying to process it.

"You're pregnant."

Pregnant. Never in my life had I thought I'd hear that sentence again after I had Izzy. The reality of the situation hit me and I felt tears dripping down my face.

"Don't cry hermosa. Don't cry I've got you." Wilmer murmured, pulling me into his chest.

"Wilmer I can't have another baby. Physically I can't do it."

Because of my severe ED as a teenager, my fertility was fucked up. That was one of the reasons I blamed myself for the death of my son.

"Demi we can do this. No matter what happens it's not gonna be like last time I promise." He murmured, stroking my back.

My hands folded across my stomach, the same way I'd done when pregnant with Izzy and Lucas. We sat in each others arms for a while, him comforting while I cried. A noise at the door made us both look up.

Izzy stood there, her eyes locked on my hands. I could practically see her brain working and piece together as her eyes widened. All at once she started running away.

"IZZY!" I yelled, jumping up and sprinting after her. As I pounded down the stairs, I heard the front door slam shut. I ran out into the street and looked both ways, seeing nothing.

"DEMI!" Wilmer yelled, swinging me into his arms and pulling me out of the street as a car passed by.

I collapsed into a heap on the side walk, shaking with tears.

"Demi calm down she's gonna be fine! She'll go to Maddie's or someone's house and stay there. You'll get a call soon."

"Wilmer this is different! Izzy's brain works in ways you don't understand! It'll take this and morph it into a huge deal and make out the worst possible scenarios in it. I don't know what she's going to do right now! But it's completely illogical. She's just like me and that scares the shit out of me."

~*Izzy's POV*~

I don't know how long I ran for, I just kept taking twists and turns until I couldn't run anymore and slowed to a walk. I pulled out my phone and my hands shook as I typed in the numbers.

"Hey stranger!" Jakes cheery voice automatically made me smile.

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Sure! I'll be at your house in-"

"I'm not at my house."

It was quiet for a second.

"Then where are you?"

"I don't... I don't know."

His tone

automatically grew more worried, "Can you see any street signs around you?"

I squinted around and finally located one of the blue squares, "Gilbert street."

I heard the engine of his car come to life, "I'm coming."

About five minutes after he hung up the phone, headlights washed over me. Jake got out before I could even take a step, walking over to me swiftly and pulling me into a hug. He held me tightly as I let go of all of the tears I'd been holding back into his shoulder.

"C'mon Iz." He murmured, leading me towards the car.

"Let's go talk."

We pulled up to a big brown house and walked up to what I assumed to be his room. It was grey and navy, a typical boys room with vans sneakers piled high in one corner. Jake sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

"So what happened?" He inquired, once I sat down.

"My mom.... she's pregnant."

Jake looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded.

"Worst possible scenario?"

I sighed, "Stuck between she loses the baby and completely forgets about me in her depression and misery OR she has the baby and completely forgets about me in her bliss."

"Best scenario?"

I thought about it for a few minutes, "The second one, because at least she'd be happy."

Jake laid back against the pillows, and pulled my waist down to do the same. I placed my head on his chest and his hand ran through my hair soothingly. We laid there for a couple of minutes, feeling each other's breathing.

"You're too good for me." To my surprise, the words came from his mouth, not mine.

"What?"

He looked down at me with a small smile, "Even in your misery you'd want you're mom to be happy. You're too good for me."

I shook my head and spoke softly, "You make me good."

~*~

"Text me in the morning." Jake murmured, kissing my lips softly again. We were outside Dallas's house, my other saving grace when things went bed with my mom.

"I will, I promise."

I got out of the car and walk up to the door of Dallas's big house. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. A few minutes later the brown wood opened to reveal a dreary Dallas. When her eyes focused on me she sighed.

"Fuck."

"Hi."

Her eyes searched my face, "What'd she do?"

Even though I thought I'd sobbed out all of the liquid in my body with Jake, tear still sprung to my eyes.

"She's pregnant."

Immediately, Dallas opened her arms and I gratefully walked into them.

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