Demi

When we got back to Nicko's house, he went straight into the gym, lacing up his gloves and beginning to slam his fists into the heavy bag. I watched him for a long time, standing in the doorway as he worked out. He was oblivious to me, in his own little world of anger. Eventually he threw off his gloves and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, throwing it into a corner before going over to the body-dummies and going through his throws. He had trained with MMA fighters awhile back for a movie role and loved it, so he used it a lot in his workouts. Nicko began slamming the canvas bags that were shaped like bodies onto the mat, breathing hard as he let out a frustrated yell every once and a while. After watching him, I decided to take a shower and try to relax. It came easy, being around Nicko, because I knew I wouldn't have to worry about Chris coming back for me. The water felt good running down my sore muscles and I winced as I tried to reach around to wash my hair. I heard the shower door open, and didn't turn around.

"Need help?"

I sighed and he took some shampoo, rubbing it through my hair, his fingers working it up to a lather.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, "This is all my fault."

"No it's not." I said, turning around to face him. His eyes didn't drift from mine, which I was thankful for. "How could this possibly be your fault?"

"If I hadn't left for that stupid movie we wouldn't have broken up and you wouldn't have started dating Chris."

I shook my head fiercely, "That makes no sense Nicko. The only one who's at fault here is Chris. And, thanks to you, he got his ass handed to him." Nicko raised an eyebrow and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What?" I said defensively.

"Just trying to control myself. You're hot when you're angry, and naked. Either one."

"Seriously?"

He shrugged and leaned down, kissing me gently, "Can you blame me?"

I smiled and stepped back into the stream of water, tilting my head back so that I could wash the shampoo out of my hair. A thumping made me look up, and I saw Nicko banging his head against there wall.

"Oh come on, don't be such a guy."

Nicko opened one eye and shook his head, "You really don't understand the effect you have on me do you?"

I glanced down, "I think I do."

He rolled his eyes, then smiled, "I love you."

I smiled warmly, "I love you too."

He stepped closer to me, pulling my waist to his and letting our bodies touch, "Then let me make love to you. Let me show you, how much I missed you, how much I love you. Let me kiss where he hurt you. I want to love you."

I leaned my head back again as he began to kiss on my neck and his hands roamed my curves, "I don't know if that's a good idea."

He kissed my lips, "Since when do we ever follow 'good ideas'? Let's break the rules." He murmured, his lips not breaking contact with my skin as he kept kissing me.

I sighed and pulled his lips to mine, groaning as I felt him against my leg. This was certainly something I had missed. Even on the rare occasion when Chris and I had consensual sex, I never orgasmed from it. But with Nicko, I was his first priority. He never finished before I did, and made sure I was completely satisfied.

"Fine." I gave in, as he nibbled on my bottom lip, "Take me to bed."

~*~

The next morning, when I woke up, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming. Beside me, Nicko was sleeping adorably, his arm around my waist securely.

"Nicko." I whispered, touching his face, running my fingers over where he had let his beard grow out. "Baby." I murmured, leaning in and kissing him gently.

"Mmm." I felt him stir, then he held me tighter, kissing back with hunger. I giggled as he rolled over me and kissed up and down my neck, "I love you." He said quietly, the words whisking across my skin and making my toes curl, "More than anything in the whole world." He smiled at me, stroking my cheek, "I'm so lucky."

I sighed happily, "I've missed you so much. It was so hard pretending that I didn't want to be in a relationship with you and that I was happy with Chris. Everytime I saw you I nearly jumped back into your arms with no second thoughts."

He hummed and let his nose trail down my jawline, "I know how you feel, everytime he kissed you or touched you the way I should've been kissing you and touching you, I wanted to punch his lights out." I sighed softly and dropped my eyes, "What is it?" His tone was worried.

"I guess this whole thing puts a serious damper in those proposal plans of yours."

Nicko burst out laughing, "This actually puts things in perspective. It's made me realize, fully, that I don't want anyone but you for the rest of my life, and that it would kill me for you to turn the page without me. I want you, I want us, forever."

"Are you proposing Mr. Brooks?"

He chuckled, "Not yet, I've got to make it more romantic than us naked in bed after being broken up for nine months. But here is my promise to you, I will propose. Soon."

I groaned, "Soon can be a lot of things. How about tomorrow?"

Nicko laughed again and began to kiss underneath my jawline, "Let's elope."

"You better be kidding." I warned, but tilted my head back to give him better access just the same.

"Don't worry, I am." He assured me, then looked up, staring into my eyes, "I want to give you everything you want in life, including the gigantic, full-out, bridezilla white wedding you've always dreamed of. I want to help you freak out over flowers and what design to put on the invitations. I want to pick the enormously expensive venue with you and cry like a freaking baby when I see you walking down the isle. I want everything, I'll give you everything. I want you, and I am so ready to give you me."

I could feel tears pricking my eyes and I hugged him tightly, burying my head into his chest, "We need a word." I murmured, "Something that can describe the way I'm feeling towards you right now because it's so much stronger than love."

He held me securely, and kissed my forehead, "I adore you."

I wrinkled my nose, "That's still too small. But it'll do for now. I don't know I just feel like exploding right now. I'm so happy."

Nicko smiled and shrugged, "We'll figure it out soon enough, but we should probably go get Mia soon. Your mom is probably just... freaking out."

I laid back against the pillows, "I guess we have to pop the bubble and get back to the real world. I don't want people to hate you anymore or think that we're not together, let me take a picture, just of you. It'll be funny."

"I'm like, naked." He protested, as I grabbed my phone.

"So put on a pair of boxers."

He sighed like it was a huge inconvenience, but reached over the bed to grab his briefs from the floor, once he had them on he leaned back and hid his face behind his arm, "Okay take it."

"Modeling is in your job description, you'd think you'd be more into taking pictures." He still didn't move his head, "I swear to God if you don't look at the camera I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." Nicko burst out laughing and I took the picture, smiling at the result, "You look so cute!"

Nicko moved to look at the screen, "Fine, post it... Everyone is gonna know we had sex."

I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, because the baby we had is too subtle."

He chuckled, "Speaking of baby... Let's go get ours."

I grabbed his shoulders, "I wanted to ask you something though... And I don't want you to get angry or stressed or anything because I honestly want to know what you're thinking."

"Okay." He said, laying back down next to me, "I won't get angry or stressed, I promise."

"This is a future thing, and I just want to know so I can start... I don't know, preparing I guess."

"Just tell me." He murmured, smoothing out the line between my eyebrows that came from stress with his thumb, "I want you to be at ease."

I took a breath, "This is going to sound crazy and everything but it's just something I need to know..."

"Demi." He interrupted, "I don't care how crazy you think it is. I want to hear it."

"Okay. I'm fully understanding of whatever your answer is, because it's stressful. Do you... Uhm, do you want to eventually have another baby?"

Nicko stared at me for a second, "That's what you were so worried about asking me?"

I shrugged, "You don't do very well with questions about the future."

He laughed and pulled my in for a hug, "Of course I want to have another baby Demi. I want a family with you, a life, a legacy." He stopped then, "Wait, you're not pregnant, are you?"

I smiled, "Would you be mad if I was?"

Nicko stiffened, "No, it's just that the only person that it could've been is Chris'."

My mouth fell open, "Oh my God you're right." I paused, "I don't know if he used protection Nicko. I mean, I'm on birth control but that could've been defective." I gasped, "What if I'm pregnant? And it's his?!"

Nicko shook his head, "Babe, you're not showing any signs of pregnancy. If you want, I'll get you a test. Don't talk crazy unless something crazy is happening."

I closed my eyes, "What if I am?"

"Then we'll deal with it?"

"Would you want me to get an abortion?"

Nicko shook his head, "No, because that baby would be half yours. I mean, would it be ideal? No. But would I hate the baby? No. It would be a part of you, and I'd raise with just as much love as I'm raising Mia with."

I smiled widely, "Well I'm not pregnant, at least, I don't think I am. But you're amazing. I kissed him lightly and swiped my finger down his nose, "I adore you."

He chuckled, "As I adore you."

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