CHAPTER 35- Family

Demi's POV  

        "Would you stop fidgeting? Everything is going to be fine." Wilmer murmured, placig a hand on my shaking leg. I sighed and leaned into his side as his arm went around me. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous." I muttered. 

He kissed my temple, "I know you are hermosa. I am too, but whatever happens we're getting through it together." 

Today is my first OBGYN appointment, and I'm scared shitless. Any normal woman wouldn't be, but given my track record I get nervous at every doctor's appointment. 

"Demi Lovato?" Wilmer and I looked up at the nurse who called my name. He smiled, "The doctor will see you now." 

We followed him into a room where we were told to wait for a few minutes. As soon as he shut the door Wilmer moved my hair out of my face and kissed me gently, "It's gonna be okay." 

I shook my head, "Than why does it sound like you're trying to convince yourself more than me?" 

He opened his mouth to answer but at that moment, the door opened. 

My eyes widened, the doctor was sexy. I mean, Wilmer is too but... damn. I could see on Wilmer's face that he wasn't happy. 

"Who are you?" I elbowed his side as the new doctor chuckled. 

"Doctor Norris has retired since your last visit. I am the replacement, Doctor Beauchamp." 

I smiled and Wilmer frowned, "I'm Demi and this is Wilmer." 

Wilmer leaned over to shake his hand, "Her husband." 

I rolled my eyes, "Can you give us a second?" 

The man nodded and ducked out of the room. I turned to Wilmer who was still glaring after him. 

"What the hell is your problem?!" 

He shook his head, "I don't have a problem." 

I raised an eyebrow, then walked over to him, putting my hands on his chest. 

"Look you don't have anything to be worried about. Yeah he's attractive, but not my type." 

Wilmer huffed, "I'm not worried." 

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his stiff neck. 

"Okay so you're not worried. I still love you more than anything in the world." 

I could sense his tough exterior start to crack as a small smile appeared on his face when he looked down at me. 

"I love you more hermos-" 

I cut him off my kissing him passionately before pulling away and leaning our forhead together. 

"No you don't. But it's okay because I'm yours either way." 

~*~

        Wilmer and I walked in holding six grocery bags each. We decided instead of going out or having Aliah cook for us like usual, we'd make dinner together. Izzy was sitting in the kitchen doing her online schooling when we walked in. 

"What are you guys doing?" 

I smiled as I put down my bags, "We're making dinner." 

She looked confused, "Is Aliah sick?" 

I rolled my eyes, "No. We're just trying to take a step in the right direction with this family thing." 

Izzy examined the bags, "What are you making?" 

I looked at Wilmer who chuckled, "Quesadillas." 

Izzy nodded, but still looked disinterested. 

"Wanna help?" She looked up at me, shocked. 

"What do I do?" 

Wilmer passed her some pieces of chicken and a knife, "Cut these into little pieces." 

They both went to work while I 'supervised.' I'd never been good at cooking. Everything I made either ended up raw or half burned. Wilmer had tried to get me to work with him once, assuring me that NO ONE can screw up making garlic bread. But alas, the fire department was called when a fire started in our oven. Since then, he never questioned it again when I just watched him cook. I smiled as Izzy and Wilmer cracked up about a joke he'd said in Spanish. Izzy learned it when she was young from hearing it from Wilmer when I was away. It sucked, but gave them a bond I could never share with her. 

"Hermosa, can you pass me the cheese." Wilmer asked, and I quickly tossed him the bag of shredded cheddar. His white smile flashed as he caught it and kissed my cheek. "Gracias." 

"De nada." I shot back, with such an American accent I sounded like a seventh grade student learning for the first time. He chuckled and shook his head, turning back to the stove top. 

I watched them fondly, I finally felt like we were a family, not just three people living in a house together. I absentmindedly rubbed my stomach and pictured what it would be like with another baby running around here. Wilmer kissing me good morning while I made my calls and tended the baby, Izzy running through with a huge smile as Jake picked her up. It seemed picture perfect. 

I should've known that's not how it goes. 

~*~

Izzy's POV 

I woke up to the sound of a rock hitting my window. Just as I thought I was dreaming it happened again.  Cautiously, I walked over to the glass and peered out. Jake stood there, smiling like an idiot. I gasped and silently opened my window. 

"What  the hell are you doing here?!" I hissed as he laughed. 

"Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair! I'm hungry!" He whisper-shouted back. 

I giggled, "What do you expect me to do about that prince charming?" 

"Well I was debating on Taco bell or McDonald's.. Then decided to make a sandwich- well two, and I'm trying to figure out who to give the other one to. Will you be willing to take it off of my hands?" 

I shook my head as a huge smile broke out across my face. 

"I'll be right down!" 

What could go wrong?

~*Demi's POV *~ 

"MOM HELP!" I yelled out in frustration as the laughing of Sean Mendez filled the maze like building I was in.

All of a sudden, a knew sound came into the familiar dream, the sound of a baby wailing. 

"NO!" I screamed, falling to the floor in a heap. "NO PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME! HURT ME! PLEASE!" I pleaded with the unknown man who was hurting my children. 

"HOW ABOUT.." A black gloved hand clamped over my mouth.

"I take all of you." 

***

        I sat up in bed, breathing heavily.

'It was a dream. Just a dream Demi get your shit together.' I mentally coached myself.

Wiping the sweat from my face, I got out of bed and walked into Izzy's room. To my horror, she wasn't in bed. I ran down the stairs, flipping on lights as I went. She was no where in the house. 

"WILMER!" I heard thumping footsteps as he ran down the stairs. 

"What's going on?!" 

"IZZYS GONE! CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!"

~*~

Izzy's POV 

        I laughed along as Jake told me a story about his dad and him going out fishing and he fell out of the boat. We were perched on a hill watching the stars and eating (Well, he ate, I nibbled.) on sandwiches and cheese its. It was one of the best nights of my life. 

Suddenly, a flashlight beamed on us and we broke apart from our kiss. It was a cop, pissed off by the looks of it. 

"Please tell me one of you is Izzy Valdramma?" 

Jake looked at me, shocked while my mouth dropped open. 

"I'm going to fucking kill her." 

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