Hooked On You

Forty Nine

Demi

I stared at Odell, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks.

"Were you going to mention it after 5 years? 10? 15?" he shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced down at the floor. "It's nice to know where you stand before I started to imagine myself marrying you" I quickly wiped away my fallen tears. "Now, can we go inside because I'm tired."

"We're not going inside until we've spoken about this" I rolled my eyes and went to walk away.

"Fine, I'll call a cab and I'll go home" Odell's hand lightly wrapped around my wrist.

"This is your home, Demi" I shook my head as I glanced back at him, tears now flowing down my cheeks.

"No, it isn't, Odell. I-I don't live here. I'm just staying over and taking over your closet" I sniffled, rolling my eyes at the emotion pouring out of me. "I'm nothing special, right? You-You don't see yourself marrying me, there's nothing special about me. I'm carrying your baby and all you want us to ever be to each other is boyfriend and girlfriend" I choked on a sob, unsure as to why this entire situation was making me so irrational. Why am I so emotional? Why am I arguing with him about this? "I mean, what should I expect from a guy who used to just fuck and dump?" the moment it slid from my mouth, I regretted it. Why the fuck did you just say that, Demetria? I clamped my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide as I watched him. He just stood there, his face expressionless. "I'm sorry" I dropped my face into my hands as I sobbed unable to hold my tears back any longer.

"Demi, come here" he lightly tugged on my arm and pulled me into him, his arms locking tightly around me which just made me cry harder into his chest. He nuzzled his face into my neck, his lips pressed against my ear. "This is about more than just me not seeing myself getting married, isn't it?" I eventually managed to calm down enough to be able to speak.

"I-I always used to dream of the day I-I'd get married. I'd use-use a pillowcase as a veil" I lightly smiled through my tears at the memory. "My dad, he-he'd walk me-me down the aisle. My mom would be sat at-at the front, watching with-with a smile and-and tears in her eyes as her lit-her little girl married the love of her life" Odell ran his fingers through my hair as I cried against him.

"Come on, let's get inside" Odell guided me through the front door and then into the living room. He pulled me to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist as I leant into his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. "Demi, just because I don't see myself getting married doesn't mean that I don't love you, it also doesn't mean that I won't eventually want to marry you. I-I just don't see myself getting married now" he gently wiped at my cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "Baby, you're the first serious relationship I've had in years. Before you, I did just used to fuck and dump" I shook my head as I turned to meet his gaze.

"I-I didn't mean to say that."

"It's the truth though" I began to run my fingers through his curls. "Demi, you make me so fucking happy and I-I don't see myself ever wanting to spend my life with anyone else" my lips twitched into a smile as I leant to peck his lips. "How much of the conversation did you hear?"

"From when you said that marriage was just a piece of paper. I-I don't even know why it made me so emotional. I knew it could be a possibility but we never really spoke about it" I glanced down at my hands as Odell took a hold of mine. He didn't say anything, he probably didn't know how to reply. He gave my hand a squeeze and then pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"You know how you said that this house isn't yours?" I nibbled on my lower lip as I nodded, keeping my eyes down on my hands. "I want you to move in" my eyebrows raised as I glanced up to meet Odell's gaze. "Like you said, my closet is already half yours" I rolled my eyes making him laugh. "I don't want to miss any of this pregnancy. I hate when you don't spend the night here."

"But I really like my house" my lips formed into a pout.

"That-That's fine. You don't have to move in obviously" my lips tugged into a wide smile. "What?" I lightly giggled as I leant into him and I pressed my forehead to his.

"I'd love to move in with you. I'll go home and pack up all my stuff tomorrow" his smile widened. "And then I'll put my house up for sale" I ran my hand along his neck as he connected our lips.  He lowered me down on the couch and hovered himself over me. "I'll put the money from that into a savings account for the baby for when they're older and want to go to college."

"You don't need to do that, Babe, I have..." I placed my index finger over his lips.

"I don't want people to think that I'm using you for your money" he lightly smiled, pressing a kiss to my finger. I giggled as he moved my finger and leant to peck my lips. "I love you. Are you sure that you want me to move in? You're not just saying this because you said that..." he pressed his lips back against mine.

"I'm saying it because I want you to move in. I don't want to spend nights away from you. I don't want to miss any of my baby growing. I want you to come home to me, not go home from here" I widely smiled as I caressed the side of his face. "I want you to take over more of my closet. I want to decorate one of the spare bedrooms with you, decorate it for our baby" he managed to run his hand along my stomach. "I love you, Demi, so much."

"I love you too" I locked my arms around his neck, my fingers running into his curls as we lost ourselves in each other.

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