Chapter 79

*Demi's POV*

Emma was being extremely clingy and I was starting to get worried. We're leaving tonight, so we've all been running around, getting the last things ready, but she didn't let me out of her sight. Today was actually the kids last day of school, but we didn't send them, cause it's just not practical. Wilmer called my mom to watch the kids, as he dragged me to the doctor's, to get and ultrasound and see if I'm actually pregnant or not. He thought it's better to do it before we leave. Emma, of course, had to come along, though.And yes, I'm pregnant and honestly, I'm not too thrilled. Yeah, I will love the baby with all my heart, but I'm just not up to it now. I wanted to wait till Toria was, at least, one and a half years old. I try not to show that I don't like it, but Wilmer can read me like an open book.

"It'll be okay, nena. Everything will work out" he squeezed my hand, as we sat down on our bed and Emma was not in our room, for now.

"I know it'll work out, but I just wanted to wait. I'm not ready, Wilmer. I'm not ready for another baby" I sighed.

"And you will be once the baby's born. We still have nine month, Demi. That's a long time"

"We don't have nine month. By the fifth month things will already start to get harder. I won't be able to do everything once I'm in my seventh month"

"That's why we have people to help you"

"That's not the only thing, Will. I'm just not ready to have a person growing inside of me. To be a fat ass. Not to be able to move around. Yeah, people can help me around the house, but people can't take away my big stomach"

"I thought you liked being pregnant" he looked totally confused.

"I do. I loved carrying Rose and Toria. I really love being pregnant, but just not now"

"I'm sorry"

"You don't have to be sorry, Will. We didn't plan this. It's not your fault. I'm just not ready"

"So, then what do you want to do?"

"Nothing. What can I do?"

"I don't know, but I don't want you to be miserable the whole time. I want you to be able to enjoy it. If you're not ready, you're not gonna enjoy it. I also think you're, unconsciously, gonna hold a grudge against the baby, cause you weren't happy. I don't want that to happen"

"I'm not aborting my baby, Wilmer. I know that's what you're hinting, but I'm not doing it. I'm not killing my own child and I know you also don't want me to do that"

"I just want you to be happy and enjoy having another baby. It's not worth it, if you're not happy with it"

"Wilmer, don't pretend like you want me to abort, cause I know you don't. You already love this baby and you don't wanna lose it and neither do I. I am gonna love this kid, Wilmer. Even if I'm not too thrilled now, I know I already love this baby and I know I'm gonna be happy once I hold it in my arms. I know I'll warm up to the fact that I'm pregnant, too. I just hoped we could've waited a little longer" I sighed again, as I lay down and closed my eyes, as I took a deep breath.

"I don't know what to say, babe" Wilmer sighed, "All I can tell you, is that it'll be okay. I know it will be. When the time comes that you'll realize the changed in your body, you will be ready for it. I know you will. And we'll all be there for you, Demi, every step of the way. We'll all support you and help you and be there for you, cause we all love you so so much. And I will do whatever I can do to make you happy" he kissed my forehead and stood up, walking to the door, "I'm gonna go get everything ready and see how the kids are doing. We have to leave soon" he closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Demi, I'm gonna go now" the bedroom door opened again and mom walked in, "Have a safe flight and enjoy your stay there. Keep me updated on what's happening, okay? We'll miss you" she walked over to me and I sat up.

"Thank you" I smiled.

"What's wrong?" God, I hate how she always knows when something's wrong. We didn't tell her why she needed to watch the kids, cause we don't wanna tell anyone, yet. We just like to wait a little longer.

"Nothing, mom. It's okay"

"If it's bothering you, it's not okay"

"Mom, please, not now" I sighed, really not in the mood of this now.

"Demi, come on, tell me. I wanna help"

"I know you wanna help, but not now, mom. It's okay"

"Is it something about going, that you're upset about?" she kept pushing.

"Mom, drop it, okay?" I said, a little more demanding.

"I just wanna help you. I'm here for you to talk. You don't have to be embarrassed"

"I know and I appreciate it, but now is just not the time. Please, just forget about it. I'm fine. I'm good. I'm happy we're going. I'm glad the kids are happy too. Nothing's wrong"

"Okay then" she sighed, "Just let me know if I can do anything for you"

"Thank you"

"Have fun, sweetie. I love you" she gave me a hug and left.

"Emma, one second" I was getting a little annoyed. We're at the airport and she won't let go of my hand. Wilmer was holding Toria in one arm and holding Millie's hand with his free hand. And I was holding Rose' hand, so Emma took my other one, as Matt walked next to Wilmer. Emma didn't let my hand go, though. We were by the passport check and I needed to get all of the kids' passports, but she wouldn't let go of my hand.

"Tiger, come here" Wilmer saw I needed her to let go of my hand. She reluctantly let go and quickly held Wilmer's, as Millie and Rosie both let go of our hands a few minutes before. I honestly don't know what Austin told her, but he's gonna get a piece of my mind when we arrive there and I can call him. He literally scared the shit out of her. She's never been like this and it's really worrying me, cause this is not good at all.

After we all took our seats in the plane and we took off, the girls, as well as Matt, fell asleep. Toria was on Wilmer's lap, poking his stomach and Emma was squeezing my hand, trying her hardest to stay awake.

"Go to sleep, baby. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere" I reassured her. She just shook her head.

"No" she whispered.

"Why not, tiger? What's wrong? What's bothering you?"

"I can't. I just can't. You need to keep holding my hand, mama. You can't let go of my hand" she sounded so scared. I felt so extremely bad for her.

"I won't, bubba. I'll keep holding your hand. Just close your eyes and rest. It'll be okay, sweetheart" I pulled her on my lap and held her head against my chest, so she could listen to my heartbeat, knowing it would calm her down. After a few minutes she fell asleep.

God, Austin really has some explaining to do.

-----Next update: Sunday

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