diana think demi is pregnant with wilmer baby and tells all the family and when demi come home everybody start acting weird
Wilmer stepped into the bedroom and picked up the ringing phone.
"Hello?" He whispered, walking out of the room and closing the door behind himself because Demi was sleeping.
"Hi Wilmer, it’s Dianna. Why are you answering Demi’s phone? Where is she? Is everything okay?" Dianna asked, worriedly.
"Demi’s sleeping. She is sick. She’s been throwing up all week." Wilmer stated, sitting down in the living room. He heard how Dianna gasped. "Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay. She thinks she’s sick from the food, which we ate a few days ago in that new restaurant." He added, trying to calm Dianna down.
"Are you still coming to us tomorrow?" She asked.
"Yes." Wilmer said. He heard something in the bedroom and then he heard gagging. He sighed and stood up, walking to the bathroom. "Demi’s throwing up again, I need to go."
"Okay, so see you tomorrow. Say Demi I hope she feels better soon." Dianna said and hung up. Wilmer put the phone on the cupboard and entered the bathroom, where Demi was.
"MOM" Demi squealed, wrapping her hands around her mom. Dianna hugged her back but the hug wasn’t like everytime. Something was different. Demi pushed bad thoughts away and walked to hug her dad, but he acted different too. He looked kind of angry.
"We’re carrying our bags upstairs and then we will come back" Demi said, turning to Wilmer, who gave her a strange look. Her parents nodded and they immediately walked up the stairs into Demi’s room.
Wilmer sat on the bed and looked at Demi, who sighed sadly. She sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Something is wrong, did you see them?" Demi asked, making Wilmer nod. "Maybe they are mad on us? But why? I don’t understand." She felt so confused.
"I don’t know. Let’s go and ask them, okay? I’m sure everything will be okay." Wilmer said, wrapping his hand around Demi. She nodded her head and they stood up.
When they entered the kitchen Dianna and Eddie were sitting at the table. They were talking about something but as soon as Demi and Wilmer entered the room, their conversation broke.
"Mom, what’s wrong?" Demi asked as she and Wilmer sat down. Dianna stood up and turned around to the cupboards, pretending that she’s looking for something. Eddie didn’t move from his place, he just turned to Demi and stared at her. "What did I do?" Demi asked again, this time her voice was desperate. Wilmer took her hand, trying to comfort her.
"We know about your secret." Dianna turned back and crossed her hands over her chest, nervously. Demi’s eyes widened and looked up to Wilmer, who just shrugged his shoulders.
"What do you mean?" Demi asked, squeezing Wilmer’s hand.
"We know that you’re pregnant." Eddie said angrily. Demi’s eyes widened even more and she looked at her parents confused.
"But… I’m not pregnant." Demi shook her head. Dianna rolled her eyes and sat to her previous position.
"Demi, you don’t have to lie. We will get over that." Dianna started, but Demi cut her off.
"But I’m not pregnant. I’m really not pregnant!" Demi said, her voice was louder this time. "What made you think like that?"
"Wilmer told me you were sick the whole week." Dianna looked at Demi, trying not to freak out.
"I was sick. I ate something bad and I was sick. I… I’m not pregnant, really. You all can calm down because I’m not pregnant." She said, sighing. "Really, if you want I can do a test or I don’t know but I’m not pregnant, I swear."
"I’m so sorry." Dianna said, walking to Demi and Wilmer. She gave them a hug and smiled. "We just overreacted."
"It’s okay, you just scared us." Demi said.
Later that evening, Demi and Wilmer were laying in Demi’s bed and both couldn’t sleep. They didn’t think Demi could be pregnant but it was explaining everything.
"Baby, you need to do a test tomorrow, okay?" Wilmer said, stroking Demi’s hair. She just nodded her head and continued to stare into a wall. Her mom was probably right….