Demi

"Goodbye, Mike. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome." Mike hugged me tightly. "I hope I never have to see you with luggage again, Demi. It's all gonna work out."

"I hope so." I breathed, and stepped back, smiling and squinting into the sunlight as Max walked up to the front stoop.

"Hey boss."

"Hey, Max. Thank you for picking me up."

"No problem." He gave me a hug then took the handle of my suitcase. "Ready to go?"

I took a deep breath. "Ready."

I hugged Mike again, then walked out to the car, slipping into the smooth leather seat.

"So, you glad to be out?" Max asked, handing me my wallet and phone.

"It's bittersweet." I murmured. "Now I have to face the music."

Max nodded, turning on the radio as he pulled out of the driveway. I stared out of the window, noticing the small changes on the drive home that had occurred in my absence. New billboards were up, showing Miley's latest Album and the new movies coming out. I sighed heavily and picked at my nails, I wasn't sure if I could continue to make music if Wilmer didn't forgive me. He was my muse and without him the music that usually flowed through my veins was still and silent.

It took about half an hour, but eventually Max pulled through the gated community where Wilmer and I lived. I automatically curled tighter into myself, my body protecting itself from the pain it knew it was about to be in.

"Home sweet home." Max murmured, once he stopped the engine in front of my house. I took a deep breath and got out, taking my suitcase from Max.

"Don't worry about it. Thank you... for everything."

"Don't worry about it." He gave me a hug, then got in the car and drove off as I walked up the steps to the house that hadn't felt like home in a long time.

I pushed open the door and swallowed hard, stepping into the foyer. The house was silent. I took off my jacket, and then my shoes, leaving my luggage by the door as I walked through the empty downstairs. I knew where he was, and sighed heavily, rubbing my stomach absentmindedly. I didn't want to fight with him. I didn't want to see the look of disgust that had become a permanent expression on his face.

But, I had to face it at some point.

I padded barefoot up the stairs, and paused outside of his office, peeking my head in and freezing when I saw him sitting behind his desk. I didn't speak for a few moments, drinking in the sight of him. He'd grown out his hair a bit, but he was clean shaven, which was my favorite on him.

"Wilmer?"

He stopped writing and after a few moments, looked up at me. "Demi."

I bit my lip, feeling the anxiety gnaw at me. "Hi."

Wilmer swallowed hard and his brow furrowed for a moment. "Dinner's at six."

My breath caught at the lack of emotion in his tone.

Nothing had changed.

He still hated me, it still disgusted him to look at me. How naive I was to think two months away could make him love me again. I looked down at my stomach, could nine? Or seven, for that matter. Could the news of a baby growing inside of me evoke the feelings I was craving inside of him?

I doubted it.

"Okay. I'll see you then."

He didn't respond, and I walked away quickly, grabbing my phone and a set of keys as I rushed out of the door, already dialing the number I knew well from my days of fertility appointments.

"Dr. Kahn's office, how may I help you?"

I closed my eyes tightly as I got into my car. "I need to speak with Dr. Kahn directly. This is Demi Lovato. It's an emergency."

"I'll go get her, stay on the line."

Impatiently, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the hold music but straightened up when a voice came through.

"Hello? Demi?"

"Hi, Dr. Kahn. I need a favor, I'm driving to you right now, can we talk when I get there?"

"Of course, anything. I'll clear my schedule."

I began the short drive to my OBGYN's office before I could force myself to stop and think about what I was doing. If I thought about it, I would change my mind.

I walked into the office and only Dr. Kahn greeted me.

"Hi, Demi, what is this about?"

I swallowed hard and bit my lip to stop the tears. "I want an abortion."

Her eyes widened hugely. "Demi, this is a very big decision. You've tried for years to get pregnant."

"I don't need you to talk me out of it. I just want you to do it, or I will find someone who can."

"Where is Wilmer?"

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. "Wilmer is not in the picture right now."

"Demi, please don't do anything rash, or without thinking it through. I don't want you to regret this and suffer from it."

"Will you do it, or not?"

She sighed heavily. "I will make you an appointment for tomorrow. Now though, I want to do an ultrasound to confirm your pregnancy. Please, take a night to sleep on it. If you still want to have the procedure tomorrow, I won't say another word about it."

I bit my lip, deciding whether or not to argue further. "Fine."

She took me back into an examination room, and had me lay on the bed, my shirt tugged up to expose my bare stomach.

"Alright, this is gonna be a little cold."

She spread the freezing gel over my skin and pressed the wand to my stomach, moving it around until a picture appeared on the screen. I couldn't help my eyes from snapping to the machine, my breath coming in sharply as I saw the baby inside of me for the first time.

"Congratulations." Dr. Kahn said softly. "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?"

I nodded slowly, and she hit a button, the fluttering sound of the tiny heartbeat filled my eyes and tears brimmed in my eyes.

"Do you think..." I wiped at a lone droplet running down my cheek. "Do you think I could have a picture?"

"Of course." Dr. Kahn hit another button and the machine made a whirring noise. A moment later, she handed me a black and white sonogram image.

When I left the office, I sat in my car and stared at the picture for a long time, my hand gently rubbing my stomach. This was what I wanted since the moment I met Wilmer; to have his babies. All I wanted in life was to be a mom, and now in less than twenty four hours I would be throwing it away.

I sobbed the entire drive home.

Wilmer was finishing dinner when I walked through the door, rubbing my eyes as I hung up my coat. I could feel his eyes on me, questioning my behavior and my whereabouts, but I simply walked upstairs, curling under the covers and hoping the blanket of sleep could somehow relieve my pain for a moment or two.

"Demi?"

It seemed like only seconds before my eyes opened to the sound of Wilmer's voice. He was crouched beside the bed.

"Dinner's ready."

"Okay." I whispered, closing my eyes again. "Give me a minute."

Once his footsteps left the room I sat up, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I sighed and glanced at my purse. Slowly, I reached over and took out the sonogram picture, my eyes staring into the form of my baby. My fingertips ran over the glossy paper and I smiled softly before sighing, tears dripping onto the paper.

I would give him one more chance, one more chance to show some kind of sign that he could change, and if not, I would go to my appointment tomorrow.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. "It smells good."

Wilmer nodded, and handed me a bowl of chicken and rice. "Want a water?"

I nodded, sighing heavily as I picked up my fork. I stared into the food for a moment before I began eating. My bowl was nearly empty before I spoke again.

"I have a therapy appointment on Wednesday. I think you should come."

He didn't answer at first, a heavy sigh coming from his mouth. "I don't think that's a good idea."

I gritted my teeth and reached into my pocket, slamming the sonogram picture on the counter and shoving it towards Wilmer.

"What is this?" He whispered, picking up the piece of paper. Once he looked closer, his eyes widened. "Demi-"

"Don't worry." I cut him off and pushed away from the counter, already walking out of the kitchen. "I'm taking care of it tomorrow."

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