Demi

I pulled in the driveway and took a couple deep breaths before getting out. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and Wilmer's car was in the driveway, so that was a good sign. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. Sounds of both Wilmer and Mia giggling met my ears and I automatically smiled, I couldn't wait to see her. As I walked up the stairs, I examined the pictures on the wall. Many depicted Mia, at various ages, with Wilmer and I smiling at her side. In all of them we looked so happy, we had played the perfect family well.

I quietly made my way down the hallway and peeked into Mia's room. Her and Wilmer were sitting on the floor, getting her dressed for the day.

"But Daddy." Mia whined, her hands on her hips, "I don't wanna wear da jacket. I wanna be a pwincess!"

"Mia... You're always a princess. But even princesses get cold when they go out side." Wilmer tried to reason with her adorably.

"But Daddieeeeee." Wilmer shook his head and all of a sudden Mia looked up and squealed, "MOMMY!"

I smiled widely and opened the door wider, sinking to my knees as she threw herself into my arms, "Hey baby girl!"

She clung to me like a monkey, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, "I missed you so much!"

I smiled and hugged her tightly, "I missed you too sweetie."

Wilmer leaned back on his knees, "What are you doing here Mommy?"

I glowered at him, "I came home to see my baby... both of them."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, "Mia why don't you finish getting dressed so we can have a family day. Mommy and I need to talk."

"Okay!" She jumped off of me, "Can I wear my princess outfit?!"

He sighed, "Yes." She ran off into the closet and Wilmer grabbed my arm, leading me to our bedroom. "What the hell are you doing here Demi?"

I sighed, "Nice to see you too, Wilmer."

He shook his head, "No small talk. You're screwing with Mia's head with this. You can't be here and then leave in two days."

I sighed, "I'm home for five weeks. Is that good enough for you?"

Wilmer curled his lip up, "So what, you just get to pick and choose when you get to be a mom? Five weeks? No that's not good enough."

I threw my hands in the air, "Do you want me to quit my job?! Is that it?! Do you want me to stop making music?!"

"No!" He struggled not to raise his voice, "Jesus Demi I just want you to be a mom. I want you to be there for her instead of keeping up this God damn happy family facade. I wanted you to be a wife. Were supposed to be in this together yet all I see is you making the decisions. You want to go, you go. You want to stay, you stay. It's all about you and you can't even see how much it's killing your family."

"That's not true." I hissed, even though I knew he was right. "I am a wife to you. I tried loving you Wilmer. I tried so hard but you just shut me out."

"So this is payback for something that happened four years ago?!" He shouted, and we instantly heard the pounding of little feet coming towards us.

"Now you've done it." I snarled. "I'm not trying to get payback for anything. I'm trying to make things right and I'm sorry that you don't see that."

The door opened and Mia peeked in, "Daddy? Why are you yelling?"

He took a deep breath, "Nothing princess. Mommy and Daddy were just talking."

She walked in and stood with her hands on her hips, "Are you mad at mommy?"

Wilmer sighed, "No. I'm not mad at mommy."

Mia looked up at me, "Are you mad at daddy?"

I smiled, "No Mia."

She nodded, "Then kiss and hug. That's what daddy does when I yell at him."

I smiled at her adorableness and looked up at Wilmer, raising my eyebrows. He opened his arms and I walked into them, relishing in the feeling of him holding me again even though it was just for show in front of our daughter. Mia cleared her throat and I looked up at him, making eye contact as he swallowed hard. He cupped my cheek and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine gently. After a few seconds, he pulled away and we looked into each other's eyes for a second before Wilmer cleared his throat and looked at Mia.

"Happy?"

She smiled, "Yup! Can we have ice-cream for breakfast?"

~*~

We spent the entire day running around with Mia. We went shopping, out to lunch and eventually got to dinner. There was a fireworks show going on by the pier so she was very excited about that, but once it actually started she began to cry because her ears hurt. By the time we got home, she was falling asleep in Wilmer's arms. I tucked her in, with Wilmer watching in the doorway, and then stood up, facing him. I went to speak but he put a finger to his lips and turned, walking away. I followed him into the bedroom and finally he spun to look at me.

"Where do you want to sleep?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Uhm, in my bed?"

He nodded, "Okay, I'll take the guest room."

I sighed, "You do know Mia will come in here in the morning and she'll ask questions about why you're not here."

Wilmer shrugged, "So let her ask questions, it'll make her prepared for the divorce."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed, "Stop saying that word."

He raised an eyebrow, "Whatever Demi, it's still the reality of the situation."

I chuckled, "No it's not. I'll fight like hell for you and Mia. We won't close for years. You know that."

He sighed, "What do you want me to do then? Huh? Demi I can't keep letting you hurt Mia, I can't keep letting you hurt me."

I rubbed my face, "I'm trying to make things right Wilmer. I'm trying to fix things. Can you at least give me that? At least try?"

He shook his head, "Demi... it hurts too much to love you."

I stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks, "I know Wilmer. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I've messed things up. I love you so much."

Wilmer looked down into my eyes, his hands automatically reaching down to touch my waist, "You're just saying all the right things Demi. I don't know if it's enough."

I tugged his hands to the bed gently pushed him so he was laying down, getting on top of him as he held my hips, "I'm not trying to say all the right things. I'm saying the things that I mean. I love you, and I'm sorry. I'll say it every day if you want me to. I love you so much." Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his gently, "I'm sorry." I murmured, against his mouth.

He pulled away and examined my face, "Why is it so hard to trust you?"

I stroked his cheek, "Because I've hurt you. I've hurt you more times then I can count. And I know saying I love you doesn't make up for that, but just... I don't want to get a divorce. That would kill me to sign those papers, to sign away my marriage. I'll do whatever you want, even counseling. But please, don't do this."

Wilmer leaned his head back, "I don't want a divorce either. But it seems like in the past few months we acted like we had one. I mean we slept in the same bed, but we weren't married. We didn't talk, or have sex, we barely said that we love each other. It's like you're a stranger to me."

I sighed and rolled off of him so I was laying on my back, our hands still intertwined, "I know. It killed me; the tension between us. I just wanted to make it all go away so we could be us again. I just wanted us to be a family again." Wilmer turned his head, and I did the same, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please." I whispered.

"Okay." He smiled softly, "But counseling is a definite, and I want you to promise me your time for the entirety of your break. No work, what so ever."

I smiled hugely and nodded, cupping his cheek so I could lean in and kiss him, "Thank you Wilmer. Thank you. I love you so much."

He kissed me back, "I love you too."

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