Demi

Wilmer.

I don't think I've ever gotten up so fast. There he was, finally standing in front of me like I had been wishing for the past month. I hesitated though, watching as he slowly shut the door and took a step forward.

"So... I thought about it." He said, after a few moments. "And I never should have left." Another step forward. "I know it's gonna be a while before you can trust me again, and forgive me, but I'll be here as long as it takes."

I practically launched myself into his arms, making him stagger back a few steps. He laughed and picked me up off the floor, spinning around a few times before he set me on my feet. Before he could speak again I pulled his mouth to mine, not wanting to wait.

"I'm so sorry." He breathed, before reconnecting our mouths. He kissed me deeply, like no time had even passed. "I'm so sorry, Demi."

I pulled his mouth to mine again and tightened my arms around his neck. "Tomorrow."

"You don't want to talk?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"Tomorrow." I shook my head and craned my neck. "Tomorrow I'll care and be angry and sad but tonight I just want to be happy."

Wilmer held my face in his hands and his eyes searched mine for a few moments. "Okay."

I kissed him again and pushed off his jacket, yanking his shirt out from his jeans. Wilmer caught my wrists gently.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to have sex with you." I smiled softly and undid his pants. "But that doesn't mean I want you fully clothed."

Wilmer smiled and let his pants drop, then he fell back onto the bed, holding my hips as I climbed onto the bed. I leaned down to kiss him and slid my hands up his abdomen. I had missed this feeling so much; kissing him and touching his skin. It was better than any drug I'd ever done.

Once we were both down to our undergarments, I laid practically on top of him, our mouths only breaking apart for air. I couldn't stop running my hands through his hair and down his chest. Wilmer's fingertips skimmed over my back and lower, playing with the line of my underwear and smiling against my lips.

"I've missed you so much." He said, his voice rough and deep. "I'm so sorry, Demi-"

"Stop." I groaned. "I don't want to talk about it! I have spent the past month and a half away from you, and I don't want to talk about it tonight. Right now, I'm so incredibly happy that you're here and I can touch you and kiss you. I don't want to ruin that with talking about what happened and why you're here."

"Alright." He smiled softly and slid his hand to the nape of my neck. "I'm sorry."

I leaned my forehead against his. "So kiss me."

And he did.

~*~

Waking up the next morning was like Christmas. When I rolled over and found his body tangled in the sheets I smiled widely and snuggled into his side.

"Morning." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Morning." I kissed his chest and raised my head to look at him. "Hi."

"Hey."

I sighed and propped my head up on my elbow. "Since Emily is probably up, we should get that talk over with."

"Right." He smiled sheepishly. "I'm ready for the angry part."

"I'm just trying to figure out where you're at... What made you come back? What happened that makes you think you'll be ready to be in Emily's life as a father figure?"

"I realized what my priorities were in life, and my top priority is you. The vows I made to you were a promise, and I broke that promise. I should've never walked out the door, and I'm never gonna stop trying to make that up to you."

"But me and you never had the issue, it was with Emily."

"I thought about what would happen if you were pregnant, and it just kind of clicked. I was scared, and her calling me that just caught me off guard. I want to be that though, I want to be anything and everything she needs me to be."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I just... Do you see how it's hard to believe that? I mean... Wilmer I never in my darkest nightmares thought you would leave. Everything I imagine that could go wrong, you were right there to help me." He nodded, his eyebrows pushing together as he listened to me. "It's such a hard position to be in because I love you, so much, but I love Emily too. I can't have you in and out of her life whenever you get scared."

"Demi." He put his hand on my neck, his thumb stroking across my cheek. "I'm not going to leave again."

"That's what you said before." I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes. "I want to believe you so bad."

He pulled me forward into his chest and sighed. "Give me a chance." 

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, my head resting over his heart. I tried to focus on the situation, but my joy of being back with him was overtaking any caution I had. I wanted so bad to welcome him back with open arms, but I was still immeasurable hurt. Still, now that I had him back there was only one thing that could make me let him go. 

"I'm gonna go get Emily and see how she reacts to you being here. If it's good, you can stay. If it's bad, you have to leave." 

He swallowed hard, and nodded. "Okay." I went to get up but his arms held me there. "Can you just wait a couple minutes? Just in case it's bad?" 

I raised my head to look at him, then nodded. He smiled softly and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, his eyes turning wistful. "Beautiful." 

I felt my cheeks heat up and leaned down to kiss him. "I love you." I said, running my fingertips over the scruff on his jawline. 

"I love you." He smiled and pulled me over him, rolling us both over until his weight rested on top of me. "If it is bad... do you still want to keep our promise?"

"What?" 

He sighed and lifted his head. "Do you want to get a divorce?" 

I took a deep, shuddering breath. "I don't even want to think about that, Wilmer." 

"I know but... Don't you think you'll want to move on eventually?"

"Do you?" 

"No." He smiled almost painfully. "But I love you enough to want you to be happy. If that means someone else can do a better job than I can... I'm not going to stand in the way." 

I shook my head. "No one is ever going to do a better job that than you can." 

"But if Emily doesn't want me around... you can't stay lonely forever." 

"I will if it means I can still be married to you." I challenged. "I still love you, Wilmer. I still care about you, and us. I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but that's what I signed up for." 

"So we'd just be married without ever seeing each other again?" 

"We'd make it work... hotel rooms, rendezvous, it's not like we haven't made it a secret before."

"I thought we were done with secrets." He said sadly, and I felt my heart sink at how careless my words were. The beginning of our relationship was a sore spot for Wilmer, mostly because I refused to be seen in public with him. Even when we were living together I wouldn't go out to any well-known restaurants with him, and refused to even walk down the street holding hands. It got to him more than I realized and was a huge part of the reason we broke up the first time. 

"I'm sorry." I groaned, pulling him into a hug. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm not ashamed to say I'm with you, I'm over that. I'm saying for Emily's sake, it wouldn't be impossible to work around that." 

He sighed and moved onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "I can't believe how bad I messed up. Has she been asking where I am?"  

"She asked for you almost every day for the first two weeks, then I told her you were taking a break and she accepted that." I shrugged. "A few times she'll ask about you, but she's adapted to it being just me and her."

"Have you adapted?" 

"No." I almost laughed. "Of course not." 

"You always did have issues sleeping alone." 

"Well when you go to sleep and wake up next to the same person for almost ten years, that's what happens." 

He smiled and took a deep breath. "Alright... I think we've kept Emily waiting long enough." 

I nodded and sat up, then looked back down at him. A spasm of anxiety went through me as I realized the fate of my marriage was in the hands of an emotionally unstable four year old. I stared into his eyes for a moment, and felt my throat begin to tighten.  

"Come here." He tugged me down gently, wrapping me up in his arms. "It's going to be okay."

I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed once. "That's all I've been wanting to hear from you for the past two months. Now it doesn't even sound like you believe it." 

"I'm so sorry." He said again, burying his face in my neck. "I know I hurt you, I know. I'm gonna make it okay though, no matter what happens." 

"I can't choose." I whispered. "I can't choose between you and Emily." 

"I'm not gonna make you. Not anymore." 

"But what if she does? What if she wants nothing to do with you anymore?" 

He bit his lip then looked away. "I don't know." 

I gripped his chin and pressed my lips against his. "I'm gonna go get her now." 

"Okay." He didn't move and I kissed him again. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too." 

One more kiss, then I pushed myself up off the bed. I pulled a shirt from the floor over my head and a pair of shorts, then walked into the living room where I found Kelsey and Emily sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Kelsey was practically bursting with questions so I nodded my head to the bathroom and she followed me in. 

"What happened? Is he still there? I didn't know if I should've woken you up, or-"

"He's still here." I took a deep breath. "He apologized... I know you're not going to like it Kels but I'm trying to figure out what I'm feeling and what to do." 

She shook her head and sighed. "I know you love him. Believe me, I know. I've watched you two fall more in love everyday since I started working for you. But Demi, this isn't the first time he's come back with the promise of never leaving again." 

"I know." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. "But he's my husband... He's Wilmer, for christ's sakes!" 

"If it were anyone else, you wouldn't think twice about them." She reminded me softly. 

"But he's not just anyone." I looked over at her. "He's my husband, and what kind of wife would I be to not forgive him when he's practically groveling at my feet?" 

"I can't tell you what to do, Dems." She sighed and rubbed her face. "Obviously, I'm going to support whatever you decide, but I think you need to think about it a lot." 

"What do you think I did last night after he fell asleep?" I practically laughed. "I told him I slept good but I got maybe twenty minutes of sleep? I went over every single scenario in my head that I could think of." 

"And?" 

"And the only way I can know what to do is have Emily see him again and decide by her reaction. If it's bad, we're done. If it's good... then we'll try again." 

"You're going to follow through with that? Even if it's bad?" 

I nodded. "I have to. I thought about going behind her back, making it work from a distance, but that's too much pain for both of us." 

"So you'd just be done?" 

"I think we'd have to be." 

She bit her lip, then tilted her head. "Even after your promise to each other?" 

I looked down at my hands. "If he can break promises, so can I." 

We walked out of the room and Emily smiled widely when she finally noticed I was there, scrambling over the couch cushions until she got into my lap. 

"Hi sweetheart." I said, hugging her against me. "Did you have a good sleepover with Kelsey?" 

"Yeah." She answered shyly. "But Kelsey talks a lot when she sleeps." 

Kelsey's mouth fell open at the accusation and I laughed out loud. "I know she does, it's kind of annoying, right?" 

"I do not!" 

"Kels." I gave her a look. "We've been on enough tour busses together, you can be honest." 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "This is mutiny." 

I smiled and focused back on Emily. "Is it okay if we go into my room? I have someone who wants to see you." 

"Okay." She smiled, and took my hand as she stood up. 

It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on me as I led her to that door at the end of the hallway. Once we got there I stopped for a few moments, and closed my eyes, saying a silent prayer as I reached out to turn the knob and pushed it open. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha 

Ahhhhhhhahahahahaha  

Ya'll didn't think you'd get off THAT easy?? 

Comment and Vote!

Twitter: Lovatic_Chica

-Rachel