Demi

"I can't get married... until I get divorced."

Nicki's words stunned me. I stared at him for a long time. "You're married?"

He swallowed nervously. "Demi just let me explain-"

"YOU'RE MARRIED?!" I yelled. "YOU HAVE A WIFE?!"

"Demi-"

"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" I slapped his hand away and stood up, running my fingers through my hair. "Nicko please tell me this is some kind of sick joke. Please tell me this isn't happening."

"Demi calm down I-"

"Do not tell me to calm down." I snarled. "We have a fucking child together. We have been together for YEARS. HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE TOLD ME THIS?!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS!" He didn't yell out of anger, only to get me to hear him, but it still pissed me off. I shoved his chest, hard.

"DON'T YOU DARE YELL. YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO YELL." I screamed in his face. I shook my head and ripped off the ring on my finger, pelting it towards his head. "You can keep that. I'm fucking done. I'm taking Mia and we're getting on a plane."

Nicki's head hung and he picked up the ring, sitting on the bed. He didn't say another word and soon tears of hurt came to my eyes. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, putting my head in my hands. A sob left my lips and my body shook as I cried. Everything had been perfect. We had been happy, blissfully in love just eight hours ago. I tilted my head back against the wall and saw Nicko too, was crying, his shoulders shaking with wracking sobs. I stood up and walked into the closet, shoving things into my suitcase. Eventually, I was all packed and I rolled the bag out of the bedroom, leaving Nicko alone. I packed up Mia's stuff, then opened the door to leave. I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to change everything. I was walking away, and I was done. Nothing could change that. With steel in my eyes, and a clenched jaw, I walked out, and knocked on the our nanny's door. She opened it with a bright smile, Mia on her hip, but it quickly faded when she saw my eyes.

"Miss Lovato? What's wrong?"

I swallowed hard. "Give me Mia please." She handed my daughter to me, who instantly curled into my neck, cooing happily. "I need you to check on Nicko." I whispered. "You'll be going home  on another plane with him. I need you to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes of course... Can I ask what's going on?"

I closed my eyes for a long moment. "I am not marrying him. We're done."

~*~

I opened the door to my house in California and sighed, inhaling the familiar smell. Mia giggled and kicked her legs, wanting to crawl around. I walked over to the bouncer and let her sit in it while I got us settled. Everything was clean, thankfully, so I just got out stuff from the car and then sat on the couch, my face in my hands.

"Mama!" I looked up and couldn't help but smile at Mia's joyfully expression as she jumped up and open, giggling madly. I stood up and walked over, about to squat down to play with her, but a wrench in my stomach had me sprinting for the bathroom. I hunched over the porcelain bowl and threw up the breakfast I'd eaton on the plane. Once my stomach was empty, I sat back with a groan, wiping my mouth. I sat there for a few minutes until my eyes slowly opened, my mind filling with realization. The sickness had passed as quickly as it came, I now felt perfectly fine. I knew this sickness well. I put a hand over my stomach and breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself down before I had a full blown panic attack. I stood up and looked myself in the mirror, smoothing out my hair.

"You're not pregnant." I whispered, unconvincingly. "You are not pregnant. You already have a daughter and you have to go be a mom." I walked unsteadily out of the bathroom to where Mia was, happily bouncing away. I leaned down, slower this time, to pick her up and smiled when she whined.

"We're gonna go for a little drive." I murmured, even though she didn't know what I was saying. "We're gonna go see grandma while mommy takes care of some things. 

~*~

I bought every pregnancy test the store had. Thankfully, with sunglasses and a hat, the cashier didn't notice me. Once I got home I took the tests, followed the directions, and set all seven of them on the counter. When I was done I stepped back, leaning against the wall as I stared, unflinching, at the tests, waiting for them to tell me what deep down in my gut, I already knew. Minutes passed, and soon the blank space began to change. A small, but definitive, resounding plus sign shone proudly.

On every single test.

I blew the air out of my lungs and put both hands on my stomach. I rubbed the skin there gently, closing my eyes. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know what to think. I slid down the wall, burying my face in my arms. I knew what I had to do, but I hated it. I couldn't be pregnant and take care of Mia alone. I couldn't be pregnant and not have every tabloid magazine in the nation reporting it. Another heavy sigh escaped my lips, as I made my decision.

I had to tell Nicko.

I pulled out my stomach and tapped on his contact, holding my breath as I put my phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Nicko?" I whispered.

"Demi? Are you okay?"

"Not exactly." I breathed out. "How soon can you get to California?"

There was a pause. "Would you be mad if I told you I was already here?"

"What?"

There was a knock on the front door. Slowly, I walked to it, and opened it a bit. There stood Nicko, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to ask you to let me explain."

I bit my lip and stepped aside, watching as his eyes popped open in surprise that I was actually letting him in.

"Really?"

"Don't wait for me to change my mind."

He quickly followed me into the living room and I sat on the couch, curling into myself. "Talk." I said softly.

"I was twenty. I went to vegas and got blackout drunk. Apparently I punched out this girl's boyfriend because he yelled at her and then we ended up getting married. When we started dating I hired so many lawyers to try and find her and it took years Dems. They found her a month ago, but she won't sign he divorce papers, so I have to petition the court to let me proceed with the divorce. I didn't tell you because I was ashamed. I barely remembered it. That's why it took me so long to ask you to marry me. The lawyers just told me we got a court date, so that's why I wanted to go to Paris so quickly, I wanted to propose to you the moment I met you Demi. But I couldn't, because I wanted to do the right thing. I figured if you hadn't known about any of it, I could pretend it never happened."

"You should've told me." I whispered.

"I know." He moved to sit closer, our legs touching. "I am so sorry Demi."

I closed my eyes. "Do you have any of revelations? While I'm actually sitting here bracing myself?"

He bit his lip. "I have a doctor's appointment next week, more a psychiatric one actually."

"For what?" I was alarmed now, and put my hand on his knee.

"Because I haven't really been myself lately." He shrugged and looked down at his hands. "It kind of started once we had the miscarriage... I still blame myself a bit. It's not a big deal, it's just something that I want to talk through with someone. I need a new prescription for an anti-depressant, since the one I'm on now isn't working too well. It's for my anger issues and the feelings I've been having about myself."

"Nicko." I breathed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged. "You had so much on your plate... I didn't-" He sighed. "I didn't want to seem weak."

"You're not weak."

Nicko shook his head. "It's goes back to being a father... you know? I want to be as strong as I can for Mia and you. I want to be able to be off medications eventually, and live my life to the fullest without drugs."

I bit my lip as he mentioned being a father. "Nicko there is something I have to tell you."

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know." I murmured. "I don't know what to do."

He swallowed nervously. "Even if you don't forgive me, and we don't get back together, I'll help you with whatever it is."

I sighed and stood up, taking his hand and pulling him to the bedroom, then to the bathroom. He stared at me and I pointed at the counter. When he saw the pregnancy tests, his eyes bulged.

"You're pregnant?"

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Yes."

He looked back at me, and I nearly sobbed at the small, awestruck smile on his face. He dropped down to one knee and spread his huge hand over my flat stomach.

"We're gonna have a baby?"

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. "That is the idea."

Suddenly he stood up, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, twirling me around in the air as I let out a loud laugh. My legs wrapped around him and he walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, laying me down on the mattress and settling between my legs, kissing my stomach gently.

"We're gonna have another baby." He murmured, against my skin. "I'm so excited." Suddenly, his smile faded. "Unless... Do you still want me in your life?"

I ran my fingertips over his cheeks. "Yes, Nicko. Of course I do."

He smiled and pushed himself up on his arms, shifting up so he hovered over me. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please." I laughed, and met his lips with mine. Nicko kissed me sweetly, but with intense emotions. It was like I was made of glass. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head and I gasped, pulling away.

"What?!" He exclaimed, and pulled his hand from my stomach.

"We can't get married for nine months now." I whined.

"Why?" His face screwed up in a quizzical expression.

"Because we can't get married while I'm pregnant! I'll be huge!"

Nicko rolled his eyes. "Demi, you'll look beautiful no matter what. Besides, I thought you said you didn't care about a big white-wedding?"

"After what you put me through? Hell yeah I'm having a white-wedding. We're going big Nicko."

"Your wish is my command." He murmured. "Anything you want, it's yours."

I smiled and gently kissed him again. "I love you."

Nicko smiled. "I love you too Demi." He paused and reached into his pocket, my breath catching when he pulled out the diamond ring. "Does this mean I can put this back on your finger?"

I smiled and held out my left hand. "Definitely."

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