(READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE @ END)

CHAPTER 98

Demi's POV 

               Nick and I were just finishing the song when Mac twitched a little and opened her eyes, "Mommy?" I gasped and looked down into her perfect brown eyes, "Mac?! Oh my God my baby." I pulled her onto my lap and hugged her tightly. Mac burst into tears and gripped me harder, "Nick hit the nurse button- oh my God baby it's okay, I'm here." The doctor came running in and smiled, "Hey Mac! You're awake!" She refused to let go of me as the doctor examined her, "Mac I need you to turn around." The doctor said gently, taking her arm. "NO!" She screamed, and held me in a death grip. He looked up at me for help, "Mac. I need you to let go of me." She shook her head and I sighed, I hate scolding or disciplining her. "Mackenzie. Let go." I said firmly. Slowly, she loosened her grip on me and I pulled away, walking over to Nick in the corner. Mac sat silently while the doctor examined her for about ten minutes. Finally, he took the wires out of her and stood up. Mac got up and ran across the bed, literally jumping at me off of the bed. I lurched forward and caught her mid-air, she nuzzled into my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Well here are your discharge papers and a perscription for maximum strength calcium pills." I nodded, and walked out. As soon as we was gone I turned so Mac was in between Nick and I, and leaned into him. He wound his arms around both of us and we stood like that for a few minutes, taking in the fact that everything was now okay. "Mommy?" I kissed her forehead, "Yeah babygirl?" "I'm hungry." 

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            "Thank you guys so much! You guys were an awesome audience the entire night! But, I have one more surprise for you!" I yelled into the microphone to the crowd. The screamed and clapped as Nick came out, carrying Mac in one arm and a guitar in the other. "Recently, this little munchkin gave me quite a scare. So since you guys were so great about pushing back the concert, I'm gonna sing 'Don't Forget' with them tonight." The crowd roared and I smiled as Mac waved shyly. Nick carefully put her down and I squatted to her level, "Come here babygirl." Instantly, the crowd "Awwww'd" I smiled at them proudly, "Hey Mac, you wanna help momma sing?" Mac nodded, "Do you know the words?" Again, she nodded. "Alright then!" I nodded at the band and we all began the opening chords, Nick on the acoustic guitar, me on the electric and Mac sitting on the steps with the too-big microphone in her tiny hands. 

Did you forget, that I was even alive? 
Did you forget, everything we ever had? 
Did you forget? Did you forget, about me? 

Did you regret. ever standing by my side?
Did you forget, what we were feeling inside?
Now I'm left, to forget, about us. 

       Nick and I stopped singing so Mac could take the chorus, her voice was smooth and even, beautiful for a five year old. (A/N; I'm making her five years old definitely. I messed the age a couple of chapters ago) 

But somewhere we went wrong. 
We were once so strong. 
Our love was like a song, 
You can't forget it. 

     Nick joined in then, overpowering Mac. 


So now I guess, this is where we have to stand,
Did you regret, ever holding my hand? 
Never again, please don't forget, us. 

    Then, it was my turn. 

We had it all, we were just about to fall, 
Even more in love, then we were before. 
I won't forget, I won't forget, us. 

But somewhere we went wrong, 
We were once so strong. 
Our love is like a song, you can't forget it.... 

     Nick and I nodded and Mac who giggled and jumped around with us as we rocked out on the guitars, slamming the strings and belting out the lyrics. 

Somewhere we went wrong! 
We were once so strong!!
Our love was like a song, 
You can't forget it, at all.... 

And at last, all the pictures have been burned, 
And the past, is just a lesson that we've learned. 
I won't forget, please don't forget, us. 

       I stopped then, allowing the crowd to sing the lyrics back to us, the lyrics echoing around the arena.

Somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song. 
But you won't sing along. 
You've forgotten, about, us. 

~*~

          I grinned as the audience roared, Mac smiled and waved, while Nick hugged me from the side, the guitars hindering us. "KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS!" My fans began to chant it and Mac joined in through the microphone. I looked up at Nick and we both gave out guitars to stagehands. I leaned up to kiss him but he stopped me. "Hang on." I watched-confused- as he walked to the other end of the stage and nodded. Then, I understood. We both started running towards each other and at the last second, I jumped. My lips finding Nick's as he spun me around in circles. The grew deafening as we practically made out onstage. Finally, air became an issue and we broke apart, laughing as the cat calls started. "How was that?" I giggled into the microphone. They all yelled 'NEMI!" And, "GET IT ON!" I grinned, my fan's support of my relationship means so much to me. 

           I got offstage and immediately picked Mac up and hugged her. "Ew mommy, you're all sweaty." I giggled and nuzzled my face against hers, "Mommy stop!" I just smiled and kissed her cheek. Lately, I'd become extremely protective of her. No one other than close family and friends were allowed to hold her or be in the same room as her. Nick called it paranoia, but I thought of it as more of a cautious thing. She could've died that day, which makes her life more precious to me than before, if that's even possible. "Demi." I rolled my eyes and turned to face my publicist's assistant, Mark. "What." His expression was disapproving, "That was hardly professional." I cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" He sighed, "You cannot just go onstage and do that. It makes you looked a bit trashy and frankly? Mac belongs tbehind the scenes." I rolled my weight onto my hip, "Excuse me?" Mark's wiry arms shot out and grabbed Mac, ripping her away from me, "MOMMY!' She shrieked, "I think you two need a bit of separation. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I snarled and grabbed her back. We struggled for a minute, both of us pulling at Mac until a menacing shadow appeared behind him, it was Nick. The blood drained out of Mark's face and he let go of Mac, who I shoved into Nick's arms, grabbing the dick by the collar and pushing him against the wall. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY CHILD. YOU DON'T GET TO DISCIPLINE ME. YOU DON'T RUN MY LIFE OR MAKE MY DECISIONS." I felt a hand on my arms and I turned, not letting go, to see my head publicist. She looked both flabbergasted and confused as to why I was screaming at her terrified assistant. I waved her off and turned back to him, getting his face, "Listen to me." My voice was calm and deadly, "You're finished, done, ruined. You come near my daughter or me again? I will murder you with my bare hands." Nick's arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me away from the now petrified assistant, "You hear me?! I'll fucking kill you!" I yelled as Nick pulled me into the dressing room. 

         "Fucking asshole." I spat as I grabbed Mac from him and held her tightly. Nick sighed, "You can't just go around threatening to kill people." I shrugged, :He touched Mac and tried to discipline me. ME? Who the fuck does he think he is?" Nick shrugged, "I just think it was a little... overboard?" I glared at him over Mac's shoulder, "What are you trying to say?" He looked down at his feet, "It was a bit overdramatic?" Without another word, I walked out of the dressing room. 

~*~

           "C'mon Demi! I'm sorry!" I shook my head and snuggled deeper into my bed as Nick knocked on the divider of the tour bus. Mac sighed next to me, "Mommy..." I shook my head, "No, I'm not talking to him." She huffed, "Okay." My head turned to look at her, "What." Mac's eyes bored into mine, slightly accusing. "Come on mommy, dada didn't mean it." I sighed, "How are you always right?" She grinned, "Because I'm more smarter than youuu." I cocked an eyebrow, "Spell genius." Mac frowned, "Spell hypnotizing." I shrugged, "H-Y-P-M-O-T-I-Z-I-" "HA!" Mac squealed, I thought over  what i'd just said, "Oh fuck!" She giggled, "Gotcha!" I got off of the bed and opened the door, Mac ran past me and into the living area. Nick looked at me hopefully, "Demi i'm-" "Shhhh." I murmured, an pulled him inside, shutting the door, "Just let me yell at whoever I want to yell at. and threaten anyone who needs to be threatened, even you." I poked his chest and smirked as his lips pushed against mine, "And... don't ever call me overdramatic again." Nick nodded solemnly and leaned in again, but my phone interrupted us. 

            "Hello?" I answered, clearly annoyed. "I'm calling for Miss Demi Lovato?" I rolled my eyes, "Who is this?" The was a pause, "This is the Los Angeles Police department." 

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