Demi

We picked up Mia and I could tell my parents weren't too thrilled to see me back to holding Nicko's hand but he apologized sincerely to them and I knew my mom was cracking, she always adored Nicko and I together. Eddie was more difficult to crack and he kept crossing his arms and sighing a lot. Eventually Nicko asked if he could speak to him and when they came out of the office Eddie was smiling and clapped Nicko on the shoulder. Telling me that he was okay with it.

On the way home, I brought it up.

"Okay it's been killing me, what did you say to Eddie?"

Nicko chuckled and checked his blindspot as he changed lanes. He always drove more careful with Mia in the car, "I asked if it was okay for me to ask you to marry me."

I gasped, "And he just said yes?!"

He shook his head, "Eddie literally crossed his arms and said no, that I would have to prove to him that I was worth it." Nicko rubbed my thigh with his free hand, "I told him why I was worth it."

"What did you say?" I pressed, but he shook his head.

"I can't tell you. That'll be something that is always between Eddie and I. But if you really want to know, ask him."

I frowned, "That's not fair."

Nicko chuckled, "I promise you, it was just a variation of what I told you this morning, I told him the truth."

I leaned over and pecked his cheek, then glanced back at Mia who was sleeping in the car seat, "She's getting so big."

Nicko nodded and looked into his rearview mirror at her, "She's going to be gorgeous. I'll have to get back into MMA so I can stop all the boys."

I giggled, "I'm sure you'll manage it."

He smiled, "I'm serious. She can't date until she's like... thirty."

"Thirty?" I giggled, "Babe we're not even thirty yet."

He nodded, "Do you know what's happened to us already? I wouldn't let her date someone like me. Hell no, her boyfriend has to be a saint, a literal saint. We're homeschooling her too. I can't let some idiot steal her heart away. She's going to be my little girl, until she's thirty."

I smiled and shook my head, looking out the window, "If you could go back, would you have done anything differently?"

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged, "Like, if you went back in time, would you have done anything differently?"

He took a deep breath, "Yes. Almost everything."

I sighed, "I wouldn't."

Nicko didn't answer, I'm not even sure he heard me, but we drove home in silence.

~*~

That night, after we put Mia to bed, and I was getting changed, Nicko stood in the doorway, watching me.

"Are you mad about something?"

I took a deep breath, "No, why?"

He shrugged, "You seemed a little upset. I was just wondering if I did something." He spoke in such a small voice I knew he was trying not to upset me, "I'll see you in bed. He walked over and kissed my cheek, smiling slightly into the mirror, "I adore you."

I instantly felt guilty for freezing him out and got ready for bed quickly. When I walked out, Nicko was lying on his side, his back to me as he scrolled through his phone, seemingly on twitter.

"Are people saying anything about the picture from this morning?"

He smiled, "Just about every gossip and news site in the united states." He looked up and smiled as I laid down next to him. "You look good."

I rolled my eyes, "I have no makeup on and I'm wearing a giant t-shirt."

Nicko shrugged and his hand rubbed my hip, "You look good in anything."

Again, my eyes rolled and as he leaned in to kiss me I pulled away slightly, "I was upset today."

"I knew it." He smirked, "Tell me what's wrong."

"You said you would change things, that you regret things."

Nicko was already shaking his head, "The word 'regret' never came out of my mouth. I said I would change things if I could go back. I would've stopped Wilmer from hurting you, I would've not shut you out when you got back from New York. I would've not gotten drunk the night we had that fight. I would've not taken that movie deal, and I would've beaten the shit out of Chris a long time ago. I would've been a better father, a better man. I would've told you that I loved you more. There are a lot of things I would do differently, but does that mean I regret the choices I've made? Hell no. I don't regret anything because at the end of the day I get to fall asleep holding you with my healthy daughter sleeping in the other room. And that, is the only thing that matters to me."

I threw my arms around him, "I'm so sorry for being mad at you. I didn't mean to upset you or anything I just... freaked out a little bit and did that thing where I completely overthink and am overdramatic about things."

Nicko chuckled and held me tightly against him, "It's fine Dems, just tell me when you're mad at me so we can talk and fix it."

I pressed my lips to his neck, "I will."

He stroked my cheek with his thumb, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Was my automatic answer.

"What did you write when we were broken up? Musically, what songs did you write?"

I tensed, "It doesn't matter. They were sad and depressing."

"Can I hear one?"

I bit my lip, "I only finished one. I don't think you want to hear it."

"I do." He whispered, kissing me lightly, "I want to know what you were feeling."

"Alright, get me a guitar."

Nicko eagerly stood up and walked out of the room, coming back with one of the guitars from the music room. He handed it to me and sat down, crossing his legs as I strummed the strings lightly, getting a feel of them before transitioning into the opening notes.

We were never the marrying type, oh no.

We won't buy dishes or stained glass lights, oh no.

For a table we'll never sit at, in a house that we won't ever get.

I won't wake up and pick out your tie, oh no.

You won't come home and kiss me at night, oh no.

We won't lie in this king bed for two,

Say goodbye to us saying I do.

No more white picket fences, no more lace veils or vows.

No more, you're the only one 'cause that's all done with now.

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you.

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you.

Take these roses and this Jameson, oh no.

Find a subway that I can sit in, oh no.

Buy a one way out of the city, everything that I need got it with me.

No more white picket fences, no more lace veils or vows.

No more, you're the only one 'cause that's all done with now.

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you.

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you.

All these notes, and all these words, are all that's left in me.

Bend these pages, count my woes, one last song to, sent me free.

No more white picket fences, no more lace veils or vows.

No more, you're the only one 'cause that's all done with now.

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you.

This is the last love song I'll ever sing for you.

I finished singing and softly trailed off, peeking up at Nicko to see his reaction. He was smiling, but I could see mist in his eyes. Once I put the guitar down he leaned over, kissing me hard as I fell back onto the pillows and held his sides.

"I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you." He murmured, searching my eyes, "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."

I stroked his cheek, "I adore you, and I forgive you." I paused, "Now let me hear what you wrote."

He went to protest but one look at my face and he knew he wasn't getting out of it, "Fine."

He picked up the guitar and handled it easier than I did, his fingers flying as he effortlessly played the complicated set of notes.

I'm ten miles from town, and I just broke down,

Spitting out smoke on the side of the road.

I'm out here alone, just tryna get home,

to tell you I was wrong but you already know.

Believe me I won't stop at nothing, I see you so I started running.

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter, as long as I'm laughin with you.

All that still matters is love and the laughter, after the life we've been through.

Cause I know there's no life after you.

The last time we talked, the night that I walked, burns like an iron in the back of my mind.

I must've been high, to say you and I, weren't meant to be and just wasting my time.

Oh why did I ever doubt you, you know I would die here without you.

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter, as long as I'm laughing with you.

And all that still matters is love and the laughter, after the life we've been through

Cause I know there's no life after you.

You and I, right or wrong, there's no other one

After this time I spent alone

It's hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind

Thinkin' 'bout the better times, must've been outta my mind

So I'm runnin' back to tell you

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter.

Without you God knows what I'd do...

Nicko looked up at me, finally, after the ringing notes were lost to us, "I mean, there's more songs but that's pretty much the only finished one."

I shook my head, "It's an amazing song."

He put the guitar on the ground and opened his arms, letting me crawl onto his lap and wrap my arms around him, "I adore you." He murmured, as I laid there listening to his heartbeat.

"As I adore you."

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