a loving family- a demi lovato fanfic

Chapter 55

*Demi's POV*

"Nena, what's going on?" worried looking Wilmer came into the room, just as I was about to go to sleep.

"I don't know" I whispered.

"Okay. Just go to sleep, babe. I'll be downstairs with Emma and Toria if you need anything, yeah? Or do you wanna talk about it first?"

"I can't believe I yelled at Rose. Why did I do that? I feel so bad"

"Don't, baby, don't. It was just a little too much for you"

"I felt like I was gonna collapse, Wilmer. They were fighting and crying and I was burning the food. I just couldn't take it anymore. It was too much for me" I whispered.

"I understand, Demi. It's okay. No one's mad at you. You just need to rest a little. It was just a little out of control down there with everyone bugging you at the same time. Just rest up and relax. Everything will be alright"

"I guess"

"It's because of what I said that you felt you weren't good enough and couldn't do it, right?" he asked, quietly.
He really can read me like an open book. I didn't want him to know, though.

"You know, Demi, I am very mad at myself for saying that. You are the best person alive. You are the best mother in the world. And you are the best wife someone could ask for. What I said, was something that I shouldn't have said, cause it's not true. You can do it, Demi. You are strong enough. And you are good enough. If there's someone here that isn't, it's me. And honestly, you deserve a lot better then me, and I am more then blessed and honored that you still chose to be with me. And I know I hurt you and I know I was wrong, but I really did not mean what I said, baby. You are so, so, so strong. Don't ever think different then that, even when I say it cause I'm mad. Cause I know I can't say it, but I still do it. And I hate myself for it, cause it's shit. It's just not true. So please, don't think like that about yourself. You are good enough. You're even more than that"

If I would I say I wasn't crying now, that would be a huge, fat lie. Cause tears were streaming down my face.
He sat down next to me and pulled me on his lap, letting me burry my head in his chest and cry, as he rubbed my back.

"I'm so sorry, babe. So very sorry" he mumbled over and over.
I looked up at him and saw him fighting his own tears.
I could see the love in his eyes. Pure love.
We looked each other straight in the eyes for a few minutes, before I leaned in a kissed him.

"I love you" I whispered.

"I love you so much more. And I'm so sorry" he whispered back.

"It's okay" I gave him a small smile.

"Now, go sleep and rest up a little, okay? I'll be downstairs, yeah?" he kissed my forehead.
I nodded and lay back, falling asleep before he even closed the door.

I woke up about three hours later, feeling much better.
I got out of bed and walked downstairs. I heard Emma and Wilmer talking in the living room.

"No, cause it's just wrong" Emma insisted.

"Yeah, it is wrong. But in that moment it was what you had to do" Wilmer tried to convince her.

"Yeah, sure. Not in the way I did it" she snorted.

"Why not?"

"I called you a dick, dad. I said I wanted to hit you in the balls. I'm sorry, but saying that to your dad is never good. In no situation"

"You were defending your mom"

"I know and to be honest, it felt amazing to defend her. I just should've talked with more respect"