Nemi Fic: Haven’t Met You Yet

Title: Haven’t Met You Yet
Rating: T
Word Count: 10,848
Pairing(s): Nick Jonas/Demi Lovato
Summary: After trying for two years, Demi discovers that she is pregnant with her and Nick’s first child. 
Authors Note: I started writing this after seeing Nick’s episode of Smash and I just thought the theme of “haven’t met you yet” fit in perfectly. This has been a long story in the making and it’s a lot longer than my one shots usually are because there was a lot I wanted to put in. I kind of have a thing for Nemi and I kind of have a thing for baby/pregnancy stories so mixing the two was a lot of fun. So enjoy. To read in a web layout (which I recommend because it’s easier) click here.

Oh you know that it’ll all turn out
And you make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid
That I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet


Her arms are crossed loosely as she watches her husband play expertly at the piano, his voice echoing in the New York pent house that they’ve rented out for Nick’s run as Fierro in Wicked. Demi loves New York, but she can’t wait to settle back into their home in L.A. Besides Texas, that’s the one place she will always call home.

“What are you doing singing that song?” She smiles as she waltzes over to him. “You’re married to me, therefore you have met me so that song is irrelevant to your life.” She knows how much he likes singing songs that actually relate to him. Singing them, writing them, living them. Music is his life, his passion. He can take a simple thing like eating a bagel for breakfast and find a song about it. And if he can’t find one, he’ll write one. A lot of the time the whole bagel for breakfast stuff is just silly and for the heck of it, but sometimes he really can create something great out of nothing.It’s pretty amazing, actually. His ear for music as well as his unfathomable love for it is just one of the reasons she married him.

He’s still playing the notes of the song as he looks up at her, his signature goofy smile on his face. “Ever stop to think that every thing isn’t about you, princess?” He chuckles as she wraps her arms around his neck and leans down to give him a quick kiss.

She gasps cutely against his lips, her mouth barely even leaving his as she speaks with an ever present laugh in her voice. “Well then who on earth could it be about?” She teases, already knowing the answer.

He just grins now, and it’s the same grin he’s been wearing for a few months. A beaming, proud and everlasting smile that has been pretty hard to hide from the world. He turns his head slightly and presses his lips to the tiny bump on her stomach, barely even visible under the large Yankee’s shirt she’s wearing. But it’s still there, and it’s getting bigger every day. “Someone extremely special.”

*

Nick walks into their bathroom that night, mindlessly humming the tune to Michael Buble’s song yet again. Out of the corner of his eye he sees three pregnancy tests, all positive, lying on the counter as they have been for the past three months. He smiles at them, as he always does when he sees them. Because every time he looks at them he is reminded of the day when he found out his wife is pregnant. Which was probably the best day of his life. Next to marrying her of course.

Nick had come home from a voice lesson, pretty tired and pretty ready to just go right to bed despite the fact that it was only eight p.m. But it had been a long day and with his early morning schedule, he hadn’t seen Demi at all. So not only was he tired, he was also missing her and hoping that she hadn’t gone out for dinner with a friend. A quiet evening at home was all he needed. But she was no where to be found. 

So he settled himself on the couch, turned on some sports, and was just about to fall asleep when he heard a scream. 

He sat up quickly and looked around, not entirely sure if it was actually real until he saw the door to the bedroom fly open and Demi rush out into the kitchen. 

“Babe?” He frowned, getting up and following her, quite frankly just confused at this point.

She turned around quickly, a huge grin on her face. “I was just going to call you!”

“Okay…Why? Did you just scream?” 

She nodded quickly and took his hands. “Come on, you have to see!” She giggled, pulling him back to their room. She let go of his hands and ran into the bathroom, emerging not even a second later with a small white stick in her hand. He instantly recognized it, but usually when she was holding one she would be upset or crying because of what it said. So this, for a moment, put him in a confusing situation. 

“Is it…?” She just grinned and nodded again, holding it out proudly. But Nick wasn’t so sure. This had happened before and it was not an experience he would like to repeat. “Did you double check?” 

“Of course I double checked!” She exclaimed. “Look!” She ran back into the bathroom and came out with another two very positive tests in her hand. 

He just kind of stood there, not exactly sure how to react. Should he be happy? Scared? Relieved? Excited? He was definitely happy. And definitely excited. And a little bit scared. So he couldn’t really figure out how he could be feeling all these things at once. “We’re pregnant?” 

“Yeah,” She grinned brightly, her eyes a little teary with excitement. “We’re pregnant.”

He wonders how long she’ll keep them there, or if she’ll ever even throw them away. He admits that it’s kind of gross, but it’s a sign that in just six short months they’ll have a beautiful little baby. And Nick already loves him or her more than anything in the world. Especially after how long they’ve been waiting for this.

The doctors had told Demi that her chances of getting pregnant were pretty slim after she had a bad fall on stage right before she and Nick got married. You see, this wasn’t any typical slip of the heel and land on your butt fall. This was a fall in the closing trap door on a stage during a rehearsal for a TV performance and having to take a trip to the hospital kind of fall. He actually remembers visiting her the night that it happened. She had just laughed, saying how this would only happen to her. They hadn’t found out until after they got married and started trying to have kids that it would be a lot harder than they expected. 

He had never seen her so upset when they were told, because nothing meant more to her than being a mom. Other than music that is. But she had already decided to take a break from it so they could start a family. So to be told that she might not even be able to have a baby at all… it was devastating to the both of them.

Even more so once her sister got pregnant about a year later. They had been trying and trying, only to be disappointed at the end of every month when the pregnancy test read negative yet again. At first it wasn’t so bad, but soon enough that little sign that told them ‘no’ became their most feared and worst enemy.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go…” Nick had said as he watched her get dressed for the  baby shower. “I’ll stay home with you if you want.”

Demi just shook her head, an obvious sadness in her face as she put on her earrings. She had the kind of look that Nick had come to know over the years as the face she would put on to tell people she was happy when she really wasn’t. He hated that face. “No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

But of course she wasn’t fine. She came home in a mess of tears that night, telling him in a short and breathy voice how happy Dallas was, and how big she was getting and how she couldn’t understand why this had to be happening to her. It was one of the worse nights of his life, seeing her break down like that and not being able to give her what she wanted. Especially when, after being tested, the doctors said he was extremely fertile and if Demi was too, then they would have had their baby months ago. So it wasn’t even his fault even in the slightest. He wished it was, though. He really did. He wished that she hadn’t spent two years blaming herself and hating herself for not being able to have kids, despite all their efforts.

It was one of the hardest two years of their lives.

*

Demi has this weird theory that only she should know the sex of their baby because she thinks if Nick knows now that he might decide he doesn’t want whatever gender it is and then leave her or something ridiculous like that. It’s mostly her hormones talking, but she also just wants him to be surprised. So when she comes home from her first appointment without him, after finding out the sex, Nick can’t help but pester her non stop with questions.

“Why can’t I know?” He asks the second she walks in the door. She doesn’t even have time to take off her coat as he continues. “I mean, I contributed in the making of this baby,” He says as he stands up and walks over to her.

She just grins and tosses her hat on a near by chair. “Yeah, you did.” She smirks to herself.

“I did.” He nods, not even indulging in her innuendo about their sex life. “So I have a right to know.”

“Sure, you have a right. But I’m not going to give it to you.” She giggles as she kicks off her shoes and then wraps her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest comfortably. 

“You’re cruel.” He huffs, but he’s quite unable to hold back a smile.

“Nuh uh.” She giggles cutely again. “I’m awesome. You’re gonna love not knowing.”

“Nope! It’s gonna suck and I hate you for it.”

She pouts up at him. “You love me.” She says in that sweet tone he can’t ever resist.

He sighs a bit as he looks up into those big brown eyes, feeling weak even after their years of being together. “Yes, baby. I do love you. But I still wanna know whether I should paint the nursery pink or blue!”

“It doesn’t matter! I want it to be yellow either way.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Yellow?”

“Yeah, I wanna do a zoo theme and yellow is the perfect color!” She says excitedly, beaming up at him.

He pauses for a second. “But… Zoo’s are for boys. So that must mean…”

“It’s not a boy!”

“So it’s a girl?!” He grins, thinking he’s found his way in but somehow just knowing he hasn’t.

“No! I’m not telling you! And zoos are not for just boys! I, for one, love the zoo, remember?” She nods. He smiles a bit, recalling how one of their first dates was to the zoo. It was one of the best dates they’ve had, he has to admit. She got really excited about all the animals and he just remembers smiling the entire time and ending it all with a kiss by the elephants before they left. It was a great day.

He just shakes his head and sighs. “You’re so mean. I hate this.”

“I am so wonderful! It’s gonna be great, I promise!” She pecks his lips gently and cuddles into his body again, her bump pressed against his abs as they hug. He rests his head in her neck and closes his eyes, smiling as he places his hand on her stomach.

“This is kind weird… The whole hugging and you not fitting the same.” He says, rubbing soothing circles with his hand.

“Uhm, you think it’s weird? Try waking up to find that your stomach is expanding more and more every day. It’s freaking me out.” Demi says, wrinkling up her nose a bit.

He laughs and presses their foreheads together, smiling down at her. “Yeah, but you’re still gorgeous. Even with your big belly.”

She pouts a bit. “My belly isn’t that big, is it?”

“No, but it will be. And you’ll still be glowing and beautiful.” He grins, having forgotten how sensitive she’d been lately about her growing tummy. “Besides it’s supposed to be big, cause it’s got our baby girl.”

“Or boy.” She smirks a bit. “Cause only I know.”

He sighs again. “You are so mean.”

*

Once Demi gets past all the puking and morning sickness, she starts to develop a really strong sex drive. Then again, it’s not like it wasn’t strong before. It was just that she was nauseous and throwing up every morning for the first few months, so she didn’t exactly feel like having sex. Which was unfortunate for Nick because he was so used to doing it almost every single night before. But hey, he’s been willing to make the sacrifice.

He is, however, beyond thrilled once Demi practically attacks him upon his arrival home from rehearsal one day late in her fourth month.

“Hey,” She grins, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a deep kiss. It’s the kind of kiss he’s familiar with; the kind that tells him that she wants him in bed. And soon.

“Hey there.” Nick chuckles a bit once she finally pulls away. “How are my girls?” He says, trying again to lure her into a slip up to reveal their baby’s gender.

“Your girl and/or boy is great, but your girl, as in me, has missed her husband.” She just smiles, giving him another kiss. She pulls him down by his neck, getting up on her toes to reach him. She has stopped wearing heels per Nick’s request and paranoia about her falling, but also because he likes her being so small. Her pregnancy is just a valid excuse for her to not wear heels. And thankfully she has been willing to agree.

“Well you’re in a good mood.” He smirks a bit, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She just nods and kisses him again, tugging at his tshirt and pulling him further down so she can stand flat on her feet. But as he continues to stand there kissing her as opposed to taking her back to their room as he usually would, she pulls away slightly. “I’m really horny, baby.” She bites her lip slightly, giving him the look that always turns him on.

He hesitates for a moment. “Are you sure it’s like… Safe and everything?”

She laughs. Actually laughs. “Oh my God, you idiot. Sex is good for the baby. You’re supposed to be doing it while you’re pregnant. Especially if your wife is as turned on by her sexy husband as I am.” She smirks again and runs her hand down his chest gently.

“Yeah… But…” He really doesn’t know anything about all this stuff. All the books that Demi has been drowning herself in about being pregnant and preparing for a baby he’s been too busy with the show to read. He just doesn’t really know anything.

Demi sighs. “Ok, well I’m gonna go get naked. And if you don’t come satisfy me, I’ll just have to do it myself. Which would be a shame, because I’ve been waiting so long for you to come home.” She smirks and unwraps herself from him, walking off into their bedroom. It takes him a minute to process it all, but once he peers around the corner and sees her topless, he has no more questions or doubts that excessive amounts of sex will be extremely beneficial for this baby’s health.

*

Nick walks into their bedroom a few days later, smiling as he sees Demi running her hands over her belly lovingly. “You better be worth the stretch marks,” He hears her whisper as she squirts some more lotion into her hands and smoothes it over her skin. She just smiles down at her stomach, rubbing big circles all around. For a second, it looks like she winces as she touches just below her belly button, but the motion happens so quickly that he’s not exactly sure if it was a wince or a kick or just an odd movement of her fingers. So he shrugs it off and continues to listen to her quietly. “Just kidding.” She smiles. “You’re worth it all, I already know that.”

He chuckles softly now and she jumps a bit, not having seen him standing behind her even in the reflection of the mirror. “Hey, don’t do that.” She pouts.

He just grins and walks over to her, leaning down to kiss her bump before standing straight up again. “I don’t get how I can still scare you even after all these years.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “Me neither. It’s so annoying.”

“Well thanks.” He smiles and kisses the top of her head and then sighs a bit, pushing back her hair gently. “How’s baby?”

“Same ‘ole, same ‘ole.” She shrugs. But he raises his eyebrows, still not entirely sure if he actually saw a wince or not. She sighs. “Baby’s fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine, I promise.” She kisses his nose gently and he smiles.

“Okay, good. You want to go get some dinner?”

She nods, pulling her shirt back down over her belly. “Yes, please.”

“I’ll get your coat.” He kisses her head again and walks to the closet, finding her coat right away and turning back around just in time to see her clutching her stomach, an obvious feeling of pain reflecting in her face. “Babe?” He frowns, walking over to her quickly.

She just shakes her head, taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut. “I got it…” She breathes. “H-hold on…” She reaches out and he takes her hand immediately, feeling her squeeze with such intensity that he knows this can’t be just a simple cramp.

“We gotta go, come on.” He places his other hand on her lower back, forgetting the coat, and moves toward the door.

But she stands firm, shaking her head again. “It’s been happening all day, I’m fine.” She winces again and looks up at him, her hand relaxing around his now. “Really.” She nods, but he’s not convinced.

“Really, I’m taking you to the hospital.” He says a little too harshly, but he knows if he says it in any other way she won’t go with him. “Something is wrong. Come on.” She walks with him now, though she does keep saying how she’s actually fine and there’s nothing to worry about. But truthfully she’s scared that they’ll tell her how wrong something really is; that she’s lost the baby or that there’s some horrible complication that means that she won’t make it through the pregnancy. She hates doctors; all they’ve ever done is bring her bad news. Even the news of her pregnancy came while at home, so that’s the only place she wants to be now.

But she knows Nick won’t let her stay, he’s too worried. He’s always too worried; too worried, too protective, too loving, and too wonderful to her when she doesn’t deserve it. Sometimes she hates him for it, but most of the time she just wonders how she got so lucky with him.

*

“It’s called Braxton Hicks contractions.” The doctor explains a couple hours later. “It’s really very common and nothing to worry about.” He says it so simply and so casually that while they’ve both been worried sick since they arrived it throws Nick off a bit.

“So… How do we fix it?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. He’s pretty sure some press has already gotten wind of the fact that he’s rushed his pregnant wife to the hospital and he knows everyone will be talking miscarriage. Which is a word he will not allow Demi to hear, even if it’s a lie. She doesn’t need the extra stress, especially not now.

“Drink lots of water,” He shrugs, looking over at Demi now. “Don’t over work yourself, maybe take up a breathing class. You two could go together.”

Nick glances over at his wife, seeing nothing but worry in her eyes as she keeps her head down, only half listening to what the doctor has been saying. It had been a scary night, and now it’s all deflating and taking its toll. She’s tired, she’s sore, she’s emotional, and she just wants to go home.

So he just nods a bit and thanks the doctor, waiting until he’s left to turn to her. He stands in front of her and lifts her chin, hearing a slight sniffle as she looks up at him. “You’re fine, okay? Everything is fine.” He says reassuringly, trying to get her to realize the coolness of the situation.

She nods slightly and takes a shaky breath, her eyes watering up a little. “I just… I thought –”

“I know.” He says, hushing her and pressing his forehead to hers. “But neither of you are going any where, okay? Just because you had trouble getting pregnant doesn’t mean that you’ll have trouble delivering. You heard what the doctor said – this is normal, okay? I don’t want you to worry.”

“But what if –”

“You’re not allowed to do the whole ‘what if’ thing, alright?” He strokes her cheek gently, knowing somehow that this won’t be the end of their conversation.

“I’m being serious.” She looks up at him, her voice a little shaky but still somehow retaining that strength she’s always possessed. “If something happens, I –”

“Stop!” He says, a little exasperated. “Just stop. I don’t want to hear it, Demi. This is common. It’s normal. You just need more water and rest, alright? Stop psyching yourself out, it isn’t healthy.” She looks down again, making him bend his head so that he can look her in the eyes. “Do it for me, okay baby?” He whispers now, somewhat pleading with her.

It takes her a moment to collect herself, a moment to decompress and bring herself to reality and away from the negative thoughts which are sure to do nothing but drive her mad. She doesn’t know how much longer she sits there with him, but finally she gives him a simple nod and they make their way home.


*

Nick has two months from opening night of Wicked to when he and Demi go home, and by that time she’ll only be a little over a month away from delivering. He knows he’ll be anxious during the almost six hour flight with her, but right now the only thing he’s anxious about is Demi making it to the theatre unharmed.

“They scare me.” She says in a mouse like voice over the phone, speaking of the paparazzi that she knows will flood her the second she steps out of their pent house. Ever since their visit to the hospital she’s been more cautious than usual, barely even leaving the apartment and sending someone out for her when she needs something.

“Well they never scared you before, baby.” He replies as he watches the show’s hairdresser start on his mess of curls. It’s opening night for him and for one of the first times since being pregnant, Demi will venture out in the city without him. She’ll have Big Rob, of course, but they both know that she feels safer when Nick is there, protecting her and their baby himself.

“That’s ‘cause I wasn’t as fragile before.” He can hear her pouting on the other line and he knows that now, with her stomach now visibly pregnant, there will not only be more people surrounding her, but more questions shouted at her, which is inevitably stress her out. And that, of course, is not good for her or the baby.

“Big Rob will take care of you; I promise it’ll be fine. Besides, the car won’t be too far from the front of the theatre, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay…” She says quietly and he can tell she’s still worried. Even the smallest bump or nudge on her stomach will cause her to freak out and get paranoid about the baby. Of course, that’s only to be expected after two years of desperately trying and failing. And even though the doctors have assured her that she is in no danger of a miscarriage and that the baby is perfectly fine, she can’t help but worry.

That night, almost the minute that the house opens, Nick’s phone starts to buzz. He’s just finishing getting dressed and was about to go do some vocal warm ups with his cast mates before the show, but something tells him it’s Demi calling, so he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey man, sorry to bother you…” Big Rob says on the other line. “But she’s freaking out. She won’t get out of the car.”

Nick sighs a bit, just imagining Demi in the back of the black SUV with her hands on her stomach and an adamant refusal to face all the people waiting for her outside. This is one of the downsides to her pregnancies, all her freak outs are heightened. She can’t take any medication, so any emotional or mental breakdown has to be dealt with on their own. Which is usually manageable when he’s around to help her through them and keep her level headed, but now he isn’t able to. “Let me talk to her.” There’s a moment of shuffling heard on the other line, and a second later, he hears his wife’s voice and he can instantly tell she’s crying.

“I’m fine, Nick. I just… Need a minute.” She sniffs and he can hear her trying and failing to calm herself down with the breathing techniques she’s been learning.

He leans up against the wall of his dressing room and closes his eyes, trying to think of the right way to execute this; to tell her that she’ll be ok for the less than three minute walk into the theatre. “What’s going on, baby? Just talk to me.”

He hears her hiccup a bit and he knows she’s trying not to cry even more than she already is, but with the sound of her voice he knows it useless for her to even attempt at subsiding her tears. “T-there are just a-a lot of people and s-someone’s g-gonna bump into me a-and…”

“Demi,” He stops her mid sentence, trying not to loose control himself. Most of the time he’s pretty calm about these kinds of situations, but he still secretly worries about something happening to make them loose the baby. Of course he can’t let her know that, because of he freaks out then she’ll completely lose it. “Take a breath, okay? Just calm down.”

She whimpers softly as she attempts to relax herself, knowing she must be stressing him out with her own paranoia. But there are at least ten paparazzi outside waiting to crowd her with flashes and questions and she just can’t take it right now.

“I’m s-sorry…” She whispers, wiping her eyes gently as she continues to try and steady her breathing.

“It’s okay… Do you want me to come and get you?”

She wants to say no, wants to tell him that she’ll just let Big Rob do it like he’s supposed to. But she just can’t. She knows she won’t feel completely safe without him there protecting both her. And all the hormones that are built up just won’t let her tell him not to come.

“Yes please…” She sniffs again.

After she tells him where the car is parked, Nick very quickly puts his street clothes back on and, still in makeup and hair, walks out of the stage door. His heart sinks a little when he sees the group of paparazzi waiting like vultures. He knows it’s his fault; it’s his fame and his opening night that brought them here. Because they knew his pregnant wife, who had barely stepped out onto the streets of New York since their arrival for his run, wouldn’t miss this night for the world. He just has to keep his head down until he gets to the car.

Big Rob sees him approaching and unlocks the car door, getting out to give Demi and himself further protection as the cameras descend on them. He knows tonight they’ll all comment on what a gentleman he is for escorting his wife to the door, but none of them know that he’s being the hero for her. And for their baby. Because it’s the ones who are talking about them and starting the stories that are scaring her into hiding. He hates the paparazzi sometimes and he really does understand how sometimes people can’t help but give them a good punch.

Demi tries not to break down in tears again as he opens the door and, sensing this, Nick takes her hand and kisses it gently. “It’s okay.” He says just low enough so only she can hear him. He gives her a small smile and she nods, letting him help her down onto the street.

Big Rob makes a path for them and Nick wraps his arm around her, holding one side of her stomach and letting her bury her face in his neck as she collects herself. He kisses the top of her head and whispered quietly to her as they approach the theatre, feeling her slowly start to relax.

Thankfully, the rest of his family is waiting in the lobby and upon seeing them, Dani scurries over to take Demi. She takes another deep breath and Nick looks down at her. She wants to say something, but she’s still too emotional to speak. He just nods at her and strokes her cheek gently. “I love you, too.” He gives her a gentle kiss and she smiles a bit, finally feeling safe.

*

Usually by the time Nick gets home from his show, Demi is already passed out asleep in bed. But, after only performing for a few nights, he comes home to find her awake as ever and waiting her him.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing up?” He walks over to the couch and leans over to kiss her, but she moves her head away from him. He frowns slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me…” She mumbles, looking down at her feet. There’s an empty carton on Ben & Jerry’s ice cream on the coffee table so she’s obviously been more upset than normal because Nick’s pretty sure that carton was full when he left for the show that afternoon.

He sighs a bit and sets down his messenger bag, sitting on the arm of the couch. “Whatever I did, I didn’t mean to.”

She looks up at him, frowning deeply. “It’s now what you did, Nick. It’s what you’re doing.”

He furrows his eyebrows, confused. “What am I doing?”

She gives him a slight glare and just shakes her head. “Forget it. God, you can be so stupid sometimes.” She lifts herself up slowly and Nick reaches out to help her, but she moves away just as she did with the kiss. “I can get up myself, jeez.” She manages after a moment and he sighs, watching her walk off into their room.

He honestly has no idea as to what’s going on but with her hormones being all over the place, he never really knows what going on. One second she’s crying, the next she’s trying to get his pants off. It’s very confusing to say the least.

He knows she’ll only get more upset if he doesn’t go after her, so he gets up and, after taking a deep breath, walks into their room, only to see her curled up in bed, probably already half asleep. That’s another thing about her pregnancy – she can go to sleep in like two seconds, it’s crazy. He wishes he could fall asleep that easily.

“Dems?” He says, walking over to her. She makes a soft noise to let him know she’s awake and curls into the blankets some more. He just sighs and slips off his shoes, getting ready for bed.

Once he’s down to his boxers, he crawls into bed with her and pushes back the mess of hair that covers her face. “What’s wrong?” He whispers, smiling a little when she blinks her eyes open slightly.

She’s pouting a bit as she looks at him, hating how emotional she’s getting right now. But she can’t exactly help it. “You’re never home.” She mutters, clutching her body pillow tightly in her arms.

“I’m home right now, babe.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “That doesn’t count. You’re never home during the day.”

“Well I have a show to do.” He says softly. “It’s my job.”

“But still…” She mutters. She knew once the show started he wouldn’t be around as much, and he even was hard to find while rehearsals were going on. But she never expected to be so lonely.

“Whatever happened to you getting together with your friends and going to lunch and shopping? All the girl stuff? I thought you had this all planned out.”

She pouts again as she looks up at him, her eyes actually a little teary now. “That was before I got fat.”

Oh no. He should have known this was coming. It was inevitable and now here it is. “Every pregnant girl, no matter who it is,” Kevin had told him at the dinner where they had announced Demi’s pregnancy “Will at some point cry because she thinks she’s fat. Dani started almost right away with it, it was awful. Worst time of my life.”

He has dreaded this day for so long and he even started to think maybe it wouldn’t happen to them, but of course it’s happening. Now he just has to suck it up and hope he says the right thing. “Sweetheart, you are not fat, I promise.” He smiles at her, trying to reassure her.

But she shakes her head and a couple of tears fall down her cheek. “Then how come none of my clothes fit?”

He can’t help but let out a light chuckle, the ridiculousness of the whole thing just amusing him. It’s kind of perfect, how she thinks she’s fat. It’s perfect because it’s normal and they finally have a normal pregnancy with normal pregnancy craving and mood swings and emotional drama. They had wished for it for so long that now that it’s finally happening, it’s just making him happy. “It’s not funny!” She whines, burying her face in the pillow and taking a deep breath, trying to control her tears. It’s stupid, she knows. But she doesn’t appreciate Nick laughing about it.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Demi. It’s not funny.” He continues to smile though as he wraps his arm around her and rubs her back gently. “You’re not fat, though. You can’t fit into your clothes because our baby is growing. If anything, the baby’s getting fat. Not you.”

“But I don’t want a fat baby either…” She mutters, peeking up at him.

“Yes, you do. You want a fat healthy baby so you can pinch their cheeks and tickle their tummy!” He grins and leans over, blowing raspberries onto her cheek and making her laugh finally.

“Stooop!” She giggles, reaching up to wrap her hand around his neck, only pulling him closer.

“I’ll stop when you admit that you’re not fat. ‘Cause you’re tiny. You’ve just got a baby inside you that needs to get big.” He presses their foreheads together and smiles at her, happy to see that her tears are now gone and she’s grinning back at him.

“Whatever you say.” She mutters as she leans up and kisses him gently. She snuggles into him and closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep within minutes and leaving Nick feeling fully accomplished in his efforts.

*

It’s another two weeks before Nick has his first day off from performing and all he wants to do is sleep and be lazy. And there is no way better to start off the day than waking up to Demi with her bare stomach in the fridge as she searches for something to eat.

“Hey, babe. Whatcha doin’?” He laughs a bit as he walks over to her and kisses her cheek.

She furrows her brows a bit as she stares at the food in front of her. “I’m hungry.”

“Okay, so get something to eat. We’ve got plenty of food.” He leans down and gives a kiss to her belly, whispering a quiet hello to the baby.

“Yeah,” She sighs. “But I don’t know what I want to eat.”

“Do you want me to choose for you?” He asks, going over to the pantry to get out some tea. He’s stopped drinking coffee so as not to frustrate Demi during her pregnancy. Truth be told, the doctor said she could have small amounts of caffeine if she wanted, but like many other things in the past few months, she didn’t want to risk drinking even the tiniest sip. So they have both been caffeine free for five months now. It’s hard, especially for her, but they’ve both been getting pretty used to it.

She shakes her head, her hand smoothly running over her stomach as she thinks. “No…” She sighs again and closes the fridge. “Picking out food is hard.”

He holds out his hand for her as he leans against the counter and she takes it, allowing him to pull her into his embrace. “Do you want to go out for breakfast?”

“Nah… I’ll decide what I want later.” She lays her head in the crook of his neck and he rubs her back gently

“Okay… Well do you wanna have sex?” He grins hopefully and she just laughs.

“It’s like 10 a.m.”

“So? It’s never too early. Besides, I think your boobs got bigger again.” He nods down at her breasts, which are practically spilling out of the sports bra she’s wearing.

“I’m pregnant, you goon. Of course they’re getting bigger. Along with the rest of my body.” She makes a face at him and he kisses her nose, causing her to laugh.

“And I love it. You know why?”

She smiles up at him, knowing the answer already but loving hearing him say it. “Why?”

“Becau – ” He starts to speak, but suddenly Demi gasps and clutches her stomach.

“Oh my god!” She grins excitedly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“What?!” Is she in labor? Is she hurt? Why is she smiling? Dammit, she’s just lost it. Gone crazy. The contractions have driven her mad. This is what he gets for not buying more water bottles.

“Feel, feel!” She grabs his hand, giggling softly as she places it accordingly on her belly. “Do you feel it?”

Nick’s eyes go big and he looks down at the spot where his hand is. “That’s amazing!”  He can feel it, his baby kicking inside. And hard, too. “Does it hurt?” He looks up at her for a moment and then back down, rubbing the spot gently.

“Kinda… But not in a bad way. Oh my god, this is so weird!” She laughs again. She’s felt the baby move around some already, but this was the first real kick. At least the first one she’d been awake for, anyways.

Nick just grins at her, feeling proud for some reason. Proud and happy and reminded that their baby is alive and real and almost ready to be welcomed into the world. It’s crazy, but he loves it. “This is perfect.”

*

Nick started talking to Demi’s tummy the day the pregnancy test turned pink and now, at six months, he has his face at her stomach almost every second he’s home. Whether he’s singing or playing his guitar or just talking to the baby, he hardly finds the time to leave her side. Which is encouraging to Demi, but also a little tiresome. More than once she finds herself falling asleep to the sound of him telling their baby about how they met or how they fell in love or asking for a kick if it’s a boy and two kicks if it’s a girl. But no, kicks are athletic. So one kick for a girl and two kicks for a boy because he doesn’t want his baby girl exerting more force than she has to because after all, girls are small and fragile and don’t have to kick. That is, unless they want to. Which is totally fine so you know what, two kicks for a girl and three kicks for a boy. Unless three kicks is asking too much…

“The baby can’t tell you its gender, Nicholas.” Demi says finally, a little annoyed at this point.

“Hey, no pressure. Daddy just wants to know.” He smiles softly. “And so does Elvis. You wanna know, right buddy?” He looks over at his dog, who is sleeping with his head right beside her baby bump. Elvis has been just about as attached as Nick has to her stomach. And most of the time he beats Nick to a spot on her lap or laying his head on her chest once she lies down. He feels like he’s competing for time with his wife and baby with his own dog.

“Daddy will know in a couple months. But in the meantime, can he finish packing up our room? Cause I don’t wanna get up.” She smiles sweetly at him and he sighs, smiling as he rolls his eyes at her.

“Fine, fine. Make the man do all the work. Whatever.” He gets up and kisses her cheek, walking into the closet to finish getting their clothes together.

“Thank you, baby.” She pets Elvis’ head gently, leaning back on the pillows to get more comfortable. Their flight back to LA leaves tomorrow and then they’ve sort of got to rush. There’s the baby shower and then getting the nursery not only finished but started. Plus packing a hospital bag just in case the baby decides to come early and also actually baby proofing the house and putting the alcohol on the high shelves and all the stuff they didn’t know they would have to be doing until after they found out she was pregnant in New York. It was going to be a crazy two months.

Demi closes her eyes and starts to rub her belly, humming Haven’t Met You Yet quietly as Nick packs away their things. That has pretty much been the theme song for the past six months and it’s been eternally stuck in her head. It’s a great song and she loves it when Nick sings it to the baby, but it’s starting to get old. That was another thing Nick had to do when they got home. Record all the lullabies he’d written for the baby. He wasn’t going to sell any of them, though. He would put them on a CD and play it every night in the nursery. And it was great because they were secret songs that only the two of them knew about. For now, anyways. He would probably say something in an interview or at a concert after the baby was born, but for now it was fun just keeping this to themselves.

Nick hears her humming and just smiles to himself, chiming in with some lyrics quietly as he folds various clothes and put them into their suitcases. He had to go out and buy a whole new suitcase entirely for the maternity clothes she had purchased while in the city, seeing as they wouldn’t fit in with her regular clothes. That was the bad thing about her being pregnant; she had to buy new clothes practically every two weeks. The good thing though was that she didn’t really go out much, so she mostly would just wear Nick’s shirts around the apartment. Which he had to admit was insanely sexy.

“When we get home,” Demi says, closing her eyes gently as Nick continued to hum. “I’m going to sleep for a week.”

He chuckles softly and walks out of the closet, holding the last pile of his clothing and dropping the stack in a nearby suitcase. “I highly doubt that, but okay.”

“I will. I’m so tired.” She opens one eye to look over at him and smiles cutely.

“It’s because of all the insane sex last night, right?” He smirks. “Because it was insane.”

“It’s always insane.” She laughs.

“True, but it was super insane last night.”

She shakes her head slightly. “It’d be more insane if this baby wasn’t in the way.” She rubs her sides gently, feeling pretty ready to just go ahead and give birth already.

“No, the baby makes it better.” He nods. “Cause you get all hormone crazed and there is just no stopping.” He smirks slightly.

“You know we can’t have sex for like two months after the baby’s born, right?” She laughs.

“Do not even bring that up, Demi. That’s just cruel.”

“But it’s true! I’m just trying to prepare you for it!” She giggles softly, getting a little too much enjoyment out of his pain for lack of sex. “Besides, we’ll be too busy taking care of our newborn son to be up for any sex.”

“Yeah, yeah wh – Wait, son?” Nick looks over at her, his eyes going wide.

“Dammit!” Demi covers her hand with her mouth.

“It’s a boy! It’s totally a boy!” He grins widely, getting excited.

“Son or daughter! I meant to say or daughter! You can’t prove anything!” She covers her face with her hands, knowing that she’s spilled it now and there’s no going back.

Nick walks over to her, practically jumping in the air as he squats down to get level with her. “Demi…”

She peeks out through her fingers at him, seeing his huge grin at the thought of them having a boy. “Yes?” She says in a high pitched voice.

He takes her hands so she can’t hide behind them and she tries not to smile, tries not to give it away any more than she already has, but she just can’t help it. He kisses the back of her hand gently and looks up into her eyes. “We’re having a boy, aren’t we?”

She looks at him for a moment, seeing the excitement in his eyes and finding herself unable to resist it any longer. “Yeah,” She nods, letting out a laugh of happiness. “We’re having a boy.”

He releases a long with held sigh of relief and closes his eyes, his smile stretching as far across his face as possible. He laughs, too. Finding it impossible to retain his joy now that he knows. They’re having a boy. A perfect boy. Perfect because he’ll be apart of the both of them in every way possible. A mini him, he thinks. Someone who looks up to him and wants to be just like dad when he grows up. He’s pretty sure he might cry just thinking about it now. He’s just so damn happy.

He looks back up at his wife, who is also beaming with the happiness of finally telling him. And he can’t help but kiss her now, a deep and passionate kiss that takes both of their breath away. “God, I love you so much.” He whispers, laughing again and just soaking in the happiness.

*

Demi spends most of her last couple months being pregnant in the upstairs of their house back in LA, seeing as it takes more effort to get down the stairs and she’s always afraid of falling. And now that Nick knows they’re having a boy, he refuses to let her see the baby’s room until it’s completely finished. She tries bribing one of the designers he brings in to let her see the room, but it’s no use. It’s cute that he wants to surprise her with the room, but also annoying because she doesn’t like not knowing things.

“Not so much fun now that the table’s have turned is it, babe?” Nick smiles at her as he leans against the door frame.

“Oh hush. It’s completely different.” She replies as she scribbles some words down in the baby book. She already has half the book filled out with the family tree and her pregnancy cravings and stuff like “how mommy told daddy we were expecting” and all that, but somehow she still finds more. She has a whole ten pages fully of pictures of her and Nick from way back when they were fifteen to their wedding and an entire timeline of her pregnant belly from month one to now at month eight where she looked like she was ready to pop.

“Nope. It is exactly the same and you know it.”

Demi looks up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be working on our sons room, Nicholas?” She teases, raising her eyebrows at him.

He shakes his head. “Nope. You know why?”

“Why?” She asks, going back to writing in the book.

She’s almost too busy filling in the answers to all the questions to hear him say, “Because it’s done.”

Her head shoots up and a huge grin ignites. “I wanna see! I wanna see!” She holds out her arms, wiggling her fingers for him to come help her up off of the bed and he just laughs.

“I don’t know…” He smirks.

“Nicholas Jerry Jonas! You help me up right now!” She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest, only making her husband laugh more.

“Fine, fine.” He walks over to her and takes her small hands, pulling her up gently and lacing their fingers together as she stands. As they walk out of their bedroom, he whispers for her to close her eyes and, too busy in her excitement, she complies.

He opens the door slowly, grinning to himself as he sees the finished room again. He waits until the door is closed and then walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Open.” He smiles and watches her face.

“Oh my god…” She’s actually breathless as she looks around the once empty room. The walls are a soft blue, a color she agreed on once she spilled the beans about having a boy, with three elephants painted onto the wall that the crib rests against.

“Two big ones and a baby one.” Nick smiles as she sees them. “And look, all the blankets and everything have zoo animals… It’s mostly elephants, though.” He takes her hand and leads her to the crib, picking up the stuffed elephant that’s lying perfectly on top of the blankets. “Oh, and all the clothes from the baby shower…” He leaves her at the crib to go to the closet, where the tiny clothes are hanging perfectly in one row. There are small pairs of shoes on a shelf on the floor and even a couple of baby scarves hanging on a hook.

“There’s some in here, too. Pajama’s and stuff.” He grins, walking over to the dresser excitedly. “Oh, and the rocking chair! Come here…” He takes her hands again and helps her to sit down in the mahogany rocking chair, beaming proudly as she sinks into it comfortably. “And the changing table, look babe.”

She laughs a bit and sits up in the chair, watching as he shows her what’s inside each and every drawer. Diapers and extra bottles and pacifiers and even some toys. Everything they could possible need for a baby, it’s all here. It’s all blue and small and so carefully put together. And Nick seems so excited now, more so than he ever has been as he continues to walk about the nursery, giving her a detailed layout of every square inch.

“And the curtains,” He continues, going over to the windows and holding the grey-ish blue fabric in his hands. “They’re pretty thick, so –”

“Nick,” Demi says simply, smiling up at him and holding out her hand for him to come to her.

“Yeah?” He takes a deep breath finally, a little worried as he looks over at her. She must hate it, he thinks. Sure, she’s smiling, but she hates it. He’s sure of it. He’s going to have to completely re-do everything.

But she takes his hand reassuringly and laces their fingers together, pulling him down so that they’re at eye level with each other. “It’s perfect.” She says quietly, her face beaming with happiness.

“Really?” He grins.

She nods, laughing a bit. “Really. I love it so much. And he’s gonna love it, too.”

*

Demi soon gets to the point in her pregnancy where she does nothing but pace around the living room or the kitchen with her hands on her back and complain about how she just wants the baby to come out already. Nick tries to distract her with things like what they should name the baby or suggesting that they should just have sex because that can make labor start sooner, but she’s not in the mood for either of these things. Which is somewhat disappointing for him.

At one point, Nick brings up the fact that no matter how much she paces, it isn’t going to make the baby come any faster. To which she just snaps at him, saying “yes it will!” and then walks off into the other room. She walks Elvis around the block, she walks down to driveway to get the mail, she walks circles in the nursery, she walks even though she complains of her feet hurting. She’s walking so much that Nick starts to get dizzy.

But when she finally plops down on the couch, Nick pulls her legs up onto his lap and holds onto her tightly. “You’re not allowed to move anymore.”

Demi sighs. “Good, I’m too tired to move.” She closes her eyes and rubs her belly gently.

“You say that now. But I’m telling you babe, you’re making me nauseous.”

She laughs a bit and looks over at him. “I’m making myself a little nauseous, not gonna lie.”

“Good. So you’ll stay still?”

“For now.” She smiles and Nick takes the hand that’s on her tummy, giving it a kiss.

“Less than two weeks now.” He smiles.

“Unless he decides he wants to meet us early.” She leans forward a bit. “Which I would not be opposed to at all.” She says to her bump, giggling a bit.

“He’ll come when he’s ready, boo. Don’t rush him.”

“Too late.” She laughs. “He’s being rushed!”

“I thought you loved being pregnant.” He traces shapes into her stomach; hearts, stars, smiley faces. Just random little things to soothe her.

“I do. But now I’m ready to be and have my little baby in my arms.” She smiles at the thought.

“Our little baby.” He corrects her. “You’ve had him for nine months. I at least want to hold him once.”

She scoffs playfully. “The pregnancy doesn’t even count.”

“Alright, good. So then we share him equally.” Nick nods.

“Okay, so I’ll have him during the day and you can take him at night.” She grins.

“Nope! He still needs your boob milk at night!” He pokes her boob and she laughs, swatting his hand away.

“Shut up, I don’t want to think about waking up multiple times in the middle of the night and early in the morning to a screaming baby.”

“It’ll be worth it though.” He rests his chin on her stomach, grinning up at her.

“So worth it.” She smiles and runs her hand through his curls, thinking that nothing has been more right than these last nine months. And nothing will feel more right than it will to be finally raising their son together.


*

When Demi goes into labor, nothing is quite as dramatic as Nick had expected it to be. He expected her water would break and then they would rush to the hospital and boom! Their baby would be born.

But it didn’t quite happen that way.

She’s two days past her due date when she goes into labor, and she’s as calm about it as she would be if Nick suggested they go see a movie. Which is weird, considering all the freaking out she’s been doing the past few months.

“Hey, baby?” She says, waddling into the kitchen with her hair in a messy pony tail. She blows her bangs up out of her eyes as Nick looks at her, not thinking anything is wrong because of her relaxed demeanor.

“What’s up?” He leans back in his seat and smiles a bit at his shirt she’s wearing. It still doesn’t quite fit over her belly, but it covers most of her, which is all that matters.

“Can you grab my hospital bag?” She sighs a bit and he suddenly notices that her breathing is a little heavier than normal.

He frowns and stands up. “Why, what’s wrong? Oh shit, are you –”

“Mhm.” She nods quickly. “Let’s go.”

Nick just kind of stands there for a moment, a little confused. How is she so calm? She doesn’t even seem excited or anything, just… calm and collected. Which is totally unlike her. “Uhm… Okay… Are you sure like… This is it?”

“Yeah, seeing as my water broke. By the way… we’re gonna have to get that chair cleaned.” She bites her lip and he just laughs.

“Really, Demi? You’re worried about the chair right now? We’re having a baby!” He grins widely and kisses her deeply before running off up the stairs to grab her bag. She just shakes her head and laughs.

“Okay… I’ll be in the car.” She calls after him, slipping on her flip flops.

When Nick gets out to the car, Demi is trying to lift herself up into the passenger’s seat with absolutely no luck at all. “Here, I got you.” He helps her in and then reaches around her stomach, buckling her up safely.

“Babe, I got it. Just get in the car.” She laughs and he nods quickly, throwing her suitcase in the back and jogging around to the driver’s side.

When he gets in, she takes his hand and smiles. “Let’s do this.”

He stops for a second and just smiles at her, leaning over to kiss her again. “I love you, Demi.”

“I love you, too. Now drive, cause I’m in fuckin’ pain.”

He laughs and nods, taking her hand as he starts the car, his entire face lit up with excitement. He can’t wait to meet his son.

*

“Okay, Nick. Remember what you said about my pacing making you nauseous?” Demi looks up at him tiredly as she lies in the hospital bed, having been in the same spot for a good four hours now.

“What?” He stops in his tracks. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He sits down and sighs a bit, starting to tap his foot impatiently.

She looks at him again and raises her eyebrows, a little annoyed. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” He glances over at the chart the nurse filled out when they arrived again and then back at her.

“Can you just stay still?” She lays her head back on the pillow, his nervous ticks stressing her out.

“Sorry… I’m just worried.” He sighs again.

“Don’t be worried. Everything is fine… I’m… fine…” She nods a bit, having hesitated on that last part. She makes a face and sits up slightly. “Dammit…” She sighs.

Nick quickly scoots closer to her and takes her hand. “You got it?”

She closes her eyes tightly and shakes her head as she squeezes his hand tightly for what seemed like the millionth time. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her, but Nick’s pretty sure she could break his hand right now if she really tried.

“Hold on…” She exhales slowly, trying to remember to breathe through the contraction. But there’s something about the stabbing pain that distracts her from that. Nick tries to soothe her, talking to her gently and stroking her hand until the pain subsides. When it’s finally over, her head falls back on the bed and she moans weakly.

“Make it stop.” She whines, shutting her eyes tightly.

“I wish I could, baby.” Nick whispers, pushing back her hair and kissing her forehead. “Do you want some ice?”

“Yes please.” She whimpers and nods a bit.

Nick gets up and walks down the hall, stretching his hand out from the cramp that Demi’s given him. He gets some ice, taking one to suck on himself and walks back into her room just after one of the nurses. Just as he hands her the cup, the nurse grins over at them and says, “Looks like it’s time to have your baby.”

*

Nick is the first one to hold their son and he honestly never wants to put him down. And Demi is too tired to fight to hold him, so she just lays back and watches them.

“Hey, buddy…” He grins as he sits on the edge of Demi’s bed, chuckling a bit when the baby yawns. “Someone’s sleepy already.”

“That makes two of us.” Demi says quietly, sitting up slowly to take a look at him. He’s pretty tiny, which is somehow just amazing to her.

“Say hi to mommy…” Nick lifts up his little hand and moves it so it’s like he’s waving to her and she laughs, just staring at him for a moment. She’s waited way too long for this moment and she’s so glad it finally came. She’s a mom now, and no one can tell her no anymore. Not doctors, not family members. No one.

“I love him so much already.” She says, reaching out to touch his fingers. He wraps his entire hand around her one finger and coos softly, staring widely up at his parents as they beam proudly at him.

“We still have to name him.” Nick reminds her, looking over at her. Even after just giving birth, all sweaty and tired, she still looks gorgeous to him. So full of life and so very happy. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so happy. Other than when she found out she was pregnant, that is. But even this seems to top that moment. “What do you think?”

Demi thinks for a moment, making a cute face as she does so. “I don’t know. I think he looks too much like you to not be named Nick.”

He chuckles softly and looks back down at him, truthfully seeing more of Demi in the baby than he sees himself. “I don’t know. Two Nick’s might be too confusing. And I’m not to fond of the name Jerry.”

“Yeah, me neither.” She laughs a bit and kisses her son’s little hand, laughing a bit and just so caught up in her happiness. “What about… Lucas?”

“Or Colin. I like Colin.”

Demi scrunches up her nose a bit. “Nah, Colin sounds like colic.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Well he’ll probably have colic.”

She shakes her head. “Nope! Our baby isn’t allowed to have colic! He’s too perfect.” She smiles brightly, feeling a surge of pride for just having him in their arms, so surrounded by love.

“Okay, well what about Daniel?”

“Oh!” Demi gasps suddenly. “Teddy! That’s so cute, let’s name him Teddy! Don’t you think he looks like a Teddy?” She grins up at him.

“Teddy? That’s a wuss name.”

She makes a face at him. “Nuh uh. We can name him Ted or Theodore and call him Teddy. It’ll be so cute.” She smiles. “Pwease?”

He sighs, thinking it over. “Ted Jonas… Teddy Jonas…” She just grins as he says it, knowing that they can both hear how perfect it sounds. “Okay what about his middle name?”

She mulls it over for a second. “Teddy… Nicholas?” She smiles.

He says the name a couple of times, trying to catch the feel of it. He look down at his son and raises his eyebrows. “What do you think, buddy? Teddy Nicholas Jonas… Hey Teddy, you wanna go to a Yankee’s game?” He grins and Demi just laughs. 

“I think it’s perfect.” She smiles, noticing the gleam in her sons eyes as he looks up at his father. “It fits him, he’s like a little teddy bear.”

“A perfect little teddy bear.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss his tiny head. She laughs again, happy as she has ever been and unable to hold it in. Nick looks up at her, grinning with pride both at his wife and at his son. “We did it, Demi. We made it.”

“Hell yeah, we did.” They both laugh as she snuggles into her little boy, smiling as wide as she can. She can’t believe it; she’s never felt so high. Some might say it’s the pain killers talking, but she knows it’s more than that. After almost three years, three long heart breaking years, they’ve got their baby boy. And neither of them are ever letting him go.