Instagram ~ Demi Lovato

~ 75 ~

June 21 2019
Y/I = Your initials

Y/N's POV:

I wake up to Batman and Ella barking at the door probably wanting their breakfast. I quietly groan and go downstairs to feed them. I go into the kitchen and decide to make Dems a breakfast in bed since it's our two year anniversary. I shuffle my Spotify playlist and the first song that comes on is Sexy Dirty Love. I prepare all the ingredients to make Dems an egg white omelette with everything she has in it, even the stupid avocado. I put a pan on the stove and wait for a minute or two then put everything in to cook.

As it's cooking, I sing to the song and make some french toast. I go and flip Dems' omelette a few minutes then put it on a plate and in the oven on a low temperature just to keep it warm. I clean the pan and prepare the french toast. After that's done, I start to cut some strawberries when I feel two arms go around my waist.

"Good morning sexy" I hear Dems whisper in my ear. I jump surprised and cut my hand badly.

"Shit babe!" I drop the knife and grab a towel to try and stop the bleeding. I don't see Dems around so I'm guessing she's getting the first aid kit. I sit at the table and apply more pressure to my hand.

"Okay found it" Dems comes over and opens the kit to find the alcohol. She quickly puts a towel on the table and gets out some bandages.

"This is gonna sting okay?" I nod and try not to scream when she pours the alcohol on it. Damn it's deep. Dems wraps it up and puts one of those pin things in it to keep the bandage in place. She kisses it and I pout.

"I'm sorry baby" Dems says as we pack up the kit.

"Don't be, it's fine okay?" I say straddling her lap, cupping her cheeks and kissing her passionately.

"Happy anniversary Demetria" I whisper when we pull away and our lips are barely touching.

"Happy anniversary Y/N" We kiss until I remember I have to make the french toast.

"I gotta finish breakfast baby"

"After what just happened, I don't think so" I roll my eyes.

"Well I already made the omelettes so sit down babe"

"I will in a second. I'll be right back" Dems kisses my cheek before running upstairs.

I get the omelettes out from the oven and put them on two plates along with some toast. As I put the last plate on the table Dems comes back and sits across from me.

"Here beautiful. I know we said no gifts but I thought of this and couldn't wait until your birthday"

She hands me a blue box and I instantly recognise it as a Tiffany's box. I open it with little assistance from Dems and I pull the lid off to see a silver heart. Inside the heart there's Demi and my initials engraved like 'Y/I + DL = 4EVA'. My eyes tear up and Dems wipes them away.

"Do you like it?" Dem asks as she puts a hand on mine.

"No" Her face just dropped.

"I fucking love it babe" She rolled her eyes and smirk.

"Don't do that you fucker" Dem says lightly punching me, but it still hurt. Damn I need to work out.

We talked about our favorite memories from the past two years and even when we were on tour together in 2014.

"What are we doing today?" I ask as I take my plate to the sink so I can rinse it.

"Since I made you cut your hand, you can pick baby girl" Dems says wrapping her arms around my waist.