Demi

The next morning I woke up wrapped around Wilmer. His cheek was resting on the top of my head. I could feel his heart beating steadily, and it was calming and soothed me as I closed my eyes again. This felt so natural, and right. It had only been one day but I could already see myself re-falling in love with him. The sun was peaking through the curtains, giving the room a beautiful glow. I looked back up at Wilmer, careful not to wake him up, and studied his face. His lips were parted slightly, moving a bit as he breathed. Last night, when those lips were on mine, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. I felt such intense feelings for him that it scared the crap out of me. I just wanted to remember him, but everytime I felt like getting close the thought just slips away. I sighed and leaned up, hesitatingly pressing my lips to his.

"Mmm." Wilmer sighed and slid his hand up to the base of my neck. He began to kiss me deeper, pulling my body closer to his.

"Wait, stop." I pressed my hands on his chest and pulled away from him.

Wilmer's bleary eyes opened and he focused on me, "Oh fuck." He groaned, "I thought it was a bad dream, you forgetting. I'm so sorry Dems, I just got caught up."

I shook my head, "Wilmer it's okay, really. It was just a little fast for me."

He nodded, "I'm sorry."

I giggled, "Stop saying sorry. I'm not mad at you for doing something you obviously used to do pretty often."

Wilmer chuckled, "Very often."

I smiled, "So what are you doing today?"

He smiled, "Well I don't plan on leaving your side."

I smiled back, "I want you ask you questions. I want to know everything about us."

He nodded, "Okay shoot."

I leaned my head on my chest, "Where was our first date?"

He smiled, a faraway look in his eyes as if he was remembering it again, "I took you out to Santa Monica and we had dinner on the beach. It was warm, so we went swimming." He touched my cheek, "I kissed you for the first time in the water."

I smiled, "What about... the first time we..."

He raised an eyebrow, "Had sex?" I nodded, "Your eighteenth birthday. You wanted to do it before, but I wanted to wait... to be legal, and because I wanted it to be on a special night."

I bit my lip, "Have we broken up before?"

He sighed, "Three times."

I shook my head, "What? Why?"

He kissed my forehead, "The first time, before you went to rehab, but we got back together right when you got out. A couple months later you were leaning on me too much in your recovery so I broke up with you. You needed to get yourself together as an individual."

I nodded, "And the third?"

Wilmer's expression changed, "It was six months before I asked you to marry me." He didn't meet my eyes, "I cheated on you."

My breath caught, "What?"

He nodded, "It's still one of, if the the biggest, regret of my life... I'll never forget the look on your face when you saw the picture. It was some girl in a club. I was in New York, and drunk. It killed both of us, anf it took a long time for me to get your trust back. The day after we got back together I asked you to marry me. I had no doubt left in my mind that you were the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I'd spent all of my life hesitating so this time I didn't.

I smiled, "Well if the old Demi forgave you, it's in the past. I'm sure there's things that I did that caused fights."

He chuckled, "No, you didn't do anything too terrible. But me..." He shook his head, "I'll spend the rest of my life making that up to you."

I sighed, "WIlmer I'm sure I forgave you. You don't need to beat yourself up about it, because we're starting fresh. Okay?"

He sighed, "Just because you've forgotten, doesn't mean I haven't. I know you don't remember but I will never forget what I did to you."

I rolled my eyes, "New topic."

He chuckled, "Okay, what else do you wanna know?"

I shrugged, "How often do we have...sex?"

He smiled, "A couple of times a week actually."

I bit my lip, "Really? That's a lot."

He laughed, "We always were very... passionate and physical with each other. On our honeymoon we didn't leave the bed for the first few days. Oh God and when you were preg-"

He cut off and stared straight ahead, his body tensing as I stared at him with horror filled eyes.

"What?"

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