CHAPTER 62- Touch

Demi's POV 

        I woke up next to Wilmer and immediately curled into a ball, shutting my eyes tightly. Fuck I hate being pregnant, stupid hormones are fucking with my body. 

"Demi? Are you okay?" 

His hand touched my lower back and I instantly rolled away. 

"Please don't touch me." 

He sat up then, his tone much more worried, "Demi are you pain? Is the baby okay? Do you need to go to the hosp-" 

"Wilmer, stop." 

He fell silent and I could tell her was extremely confused so I rolled over to face him, instantly groaning and shoving my head into a pillow at the sight of him shirtless with his stomach muscles flexing. 

"Demi what the hell is wrong with you?" 

My face was bright red as I felt the pulsing around my center increase when his hand rubbed my back. i was extremely horny and turned on, and there's nothing my perfectly capable husband would do about it. 

"Nothing, I-I'm fine." I growled, pushing his hand away and walking into the bathroom. A cold shower is exactly what I needed. 

"Demi?" 

Biting my lip, I turned around, trying to keep my eyes on his face instead of his crotch and abdomen muscles.

"Yeah?" 

He stood up and I gripped the doorframe. 

"I'm gonna go make us breakfast, do you want an egg sandwich?" 

I nodded and forced a smile, "That's fine."

Once he was out of the room I walked into the bathroom and leaned against the counter, looking into the mirror. 

"Get your shit together Demi." 

~*~

        Once I was feeling slightly better after a long cold shower, I walked into Izzy's room where she was sleeping. 

"Hey baby." 

Her eyes fluttered open as I sat on the edge of her bed. 

"Hey mom." 

I smoothed her hair back a bit, "How're you feeling?" 

Izzy shrugged, "I'm fine." 

I sighed, "Don't lie to me, no one would be 'fine' after what happened." 

"Mom seriously, I'm fine. You don't need to worry." She said, rolling her eyes and sitting up. 

"Iz you know you can talk to me right? About anything?" 

She bit her lip and nodded, "I know mom, I'm sorry I've just got alot on my mind." 

I smiled and nodded, "Well your dad is making breakfast so let's go downstairs." 

Izzy shook her head, "I've got plans, but you two have fun!" 

Before I could say another word she got up and walked out into the bathroom where I heard the shower start up. I sighed and looked around her room, it was a complete mess. 

"Izzy make sure you clean up your room when you get home tonight! It looks like a bomb went off in there!" I yelled into the bathroom as I made my way down the stairs. 

"Okay!" 

I walked into the kitchen where Wilmer's tanned back was turned to me, the muscles underneath flexing as he made breakfast. 

I sighed internally as my body temperature seemed to rise instantly. 

This is going to be a long day. 

~*~
Izzy's POV 

        I ran out of my house to where Pam was parked. 

"Hey bitch!" She laughed, as I threw myself into the passenger seat. 

"Hey! Hurry up and drive so no one sees me with your ass!" 

She let out a loud laugh as we sped down the road with Pam's music blasting. 

"So where to?" I asked, as she made a turn off of the main road. 

"We're gonna go pick up the rest of the gang then head up to the movies for the newest horror film that just came out." 

I could feel my smile widen, "I love horror movies!" 

She smiled back, "Well then you'll love it when you're high, all you do is laugh when the girl screams and the psychopath kills her!" 

I nodded and felt my phone buzz by my side. 

Mom; Don't stay out too late tonight :) 

Izzy; Okay! 

I rolled my eyes and locked my phone. 

"So how are things going with your mom?" Pam asked, noticing my mood change. 

I shrugged, "I mean it's kind of on and off. She's been paying a lot more attention lately and now I don't know if I really want it or not." 

Pam nodded understandingly, "Take it from me, most of us would kill to have parents like yours, who care enough to text you to not stay out late. The last time my mom even talked to me was when she was screaming at me to get out of her house and never come back. I know you guys have your own shit, but embrace your mom trying to fix it. You know?" 

I nodded and couldn't help my smile, sometimes you look at Pam and think she's just some lowly punk and then she comes out and just says shit like that. And you're just mind-fucked. 

~*~

        We all let out a loud laugh when the girl was dragged by her ankles down the stairs kicking and screaming into the basement. We were all basically stoned and the movie just kept getting funnier and funnier. Suddenly, the scene changed and the girl was pulled into a car, screaming into her captor's hand over her mouth. 

I punched and kicked at the three boys holding me down as Sean Mendez began to press his lips to my neck. 

"Come on baby, I know you'll like it. Just stop resisting." 

My constant straining only angered him more. 

"I said." He hit me hard in the side and I whimpered. "Stop!" 

        Before I knew it I was running away from the theatre, my friends calling my name behind me as I darted around cars in the parking lot and finally hit the sidewalk, clutching at the stitch in my chest and I pushed myself faster and faster. 

~*~
Demi's POV 

        "This is soo good." I moaned as I bit into the empanada that Wilmer had made for me. 

He chuckled and wiped the corner of my mouth, "I'm glad you like it." 

As I devoured it, Wilmer ate his and then sat back in his chair. 

"So are we gonna talk about what happened this morning?" 

I blushed and shook my head, "Not if I can help it." 

He sighed, and I could tell he was annoyed and frustrated. 

I rolled my eyes and walked over to where he sat, straddling his waist. 

"Baby don't think of it like that, it was nothing you did. I promise." 

His hands rubbed my sides, "Then what? Tell me nena." 

I blushed and leaned my forehead against his. 

"Sometimes, when you're pregnant you get mood swings. And because I'm bipolar my mood swings are a lot more intense than other women. One of those mood swings is... lust. So since we haven't done anything like that in a really long time I get really... horny." 

Wilmer raised an eyebrow and before I could say another word he burst out laughing. 

"Are you serious? Demi you were embarrassed to tell me- your husband of nineteen years, that you're horny?" 

I hit his chest and hid my face in his neck, "Yes! Not to mention the fact that you don't even touch me anymore!" 

He pulled back a bit and smiled, "Hermosa I know it seems silly now-" 

"We passed silly a long time ago, I could understand a two maybe three weeks, but almost two months? Are you kidding me? I'm not even sure this is healthy anymore!"

He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine, "Let's just watch a movie and try to... calm you down. Izzy should have a bunch in her room why don't you go pick one while I clean up." 

I rolled my eyes and nodded, getting off of his lap and walking up the stairs. As usual, Izzy still hadn't cleaned her room before she left, and it was getting to the point where I couldn't even see the floor. I sighed and began to pick up the clothes, throwing them into the hamper in the wall that went straight down to the laundry room. After it was remotely clean, I tackled her bed, stripping the sheets and I was about to pull the new ones over the mattress when I felt a lump. Curiously, I pressed down on the bed again, it was somewhat hard in places, and very uncomfortable. I lifted the mattress up and gasped, letting it fall back with a thump. 

"WILMER!" 

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