“Power’s out.” Nicks says with a sigh as he walks into their room. Demi’s sitting in one of the arm chairs in front of the fire that he made earlier and in the glow, she looks more beautiful that ever. She frowns and looks up at him as he walks over to her. They were just sitting and talking in their room when the lights when out and then the dogs started barking and panicing so Nick went to the basement to check the breaker. But the whole street’s out due to the weather, so it was no use.

“We’re gonna be freezing if it doesn’t turn back on.” 

“Well you’re also wearing only a tank top and yoga pants.”

“But don’t I look hot?” She says teasingly and he laughs, nodding. 

“You always look hot.” He smirks softly and then walks over to the bed, grabbing one of their blankets and brining it back over. He sits on the floor and she joins him, crawling into his lap as he wraps the blanket around them. He rubs her arms and kisses the top of her head as she shivers, getting adjusted to the new warmth that surrounds her.

“I wouldn’t mind staying like this all night…” Demi says with a sigh, closing her eyes and nuzzling into his chest. He smiles, leaning back against the chair behind him and, too, closes his eyes to rest for a moment.

“It’s nice… I’m kind of glad the power’s out. Now I have a better excuse to be close to you.”

“You never need an excuse.” She laughs lightly.

“I know, but it’s nice to have one anyways.” He chuckles and leans down to kiss her gently as she smiles up at him.

“You’re a dork.” She shakes her head.

“I may be, but at least I’m a dork who’s keeping you warm and heated.”

“I feel like there’s a sex joke in there.” She laughs and Nick just smirks.

“There is, trust me.”

“What are you looking at?” Nick asks as he walks over to her, sipping his coffee and leaning against the balcony next to her. 

She shrugs, scrolling through her phone for another minute before she locks up and looks up at him. “You know what’s weird? People still want me and Joe to be together.” 

He raises his eyebrows and laughs a bit. “Seriously?”

She nods, unable to hold back a smile. “Yeah, it’s really stupid.” 

“Awe, come on. I thought Jemi was in love.” He smirks teasingly, pulling her in by her waist once he’s set his coffee down. 

Demi laughs and shakes her head. “Shut up.” She bats at his chest playfully before wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him. 

“People are stupid. They’ll get over it.” He pecks her lips gently. 

“Cause Nemi’s in love, right?” She grins and he laughs, nodding. 

“Exactly.” He kisses her again, a little deeper this time, and she smiles against his lips. 

“I was gonna be really sad if you had said no.” She giggles softly. 

“Please. I can’t not love you.” He smiles. 

“Good. The feelings mutual.” She sighs and leans up, kissing him again and feeling his arms tighten around her, keeping her close as always. 

“I don’t need your help, Nick.” Demi says, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice or her physicality as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

He sighs and looks over at her helplessly. “I’m just saying - “

“Seriously, stop!” She groans, getting up from her seat and leaving the room. He sighs again and leans back against the cushions. He doesn’t even know why he said anything to begin with. They’re supposed to be working, they have a deadline to meet and they can’t do that if she’s yelling at him. It’s not exactly the ideal situation.

He watches the door to the studio for a good ten minutes before she comes back in, obviously still mad. “Demi…”

“Can we just finish this so I can go home?” She says as she sits in one of the chairs at the soundboard, running her hands through her hair and letting out a deep breath.

He doesn’t say anything as he nods and gets up, going to sit next to her. Thankfully she’s not yelling anymore, but she’s clearly still pissed at him and he kind of hates her being mad. “I’m just saying that I’m worried.” He says quietly, glancing over at her but she still won’t meet his eyes.

“Yeah well that’s not your job.” She sighs and he bites his lip, nodding a bit.

“Fair enough… But as your friend and as someone who cares about you a lot, I just think you need to distance yourself from him. He doesn’t have your best interest at heart.” 

“What? And you do?” She looks at him finally and he can see she’s still angry, but now it’s more of a hurt kind of anger. She knows keeping this thing up with Wilmer is wrong and stupid, but so what? She doesn’t need Nick judging her for it.

“Yeah, I do actually. Which is exactly why we’re fighting right now.” 

There’s more silence as Demi looks away from him again, not wanting to look and see how much he actually cares about him. She knows he does and it sucks because he’s actually level headed and tells her when she does stupid things. But she’s so used to doing stupid things that when he tells her she shouldn’t, she gets defensive and mad which sucks because she hates fighting with him. “Do we need to rerecord those vocals?” She asks after a minute and he sighs a bit, nodding. 

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

“If I asked you to marry me, what would you say?” Nick aks quietly, his lips gently kissing her forehead as she lays between his legs, her back pressed to his chest and her hand gently stroking the arm that he has wrapped around her.

Demi looks up at him and he smiles and gently pushes back a loose piece of hair, tucking it behind her ear gently. “That depends, are you asking?” She smiles widely, trying not to get too excited just in case. They’ve talked about it before, saying how it’ll be when they’re married and stuff they would do with their kids, when the time came. It’s always just been little jokes, a fantasy in the back of her mind that she never thought he would indulge her in. But there’s something about the look on his face, the timing of his question, how quiet and peaceful it is here on her bed, that tells her he’s not just kidding around with this one.

“That depends, what would your answer be?” He laughs a bit and kisses her cheek gently, his lips lingering for a moment as she runs her fingers through his hair. She giggles softly, not able to imagine a more perfect moment than this. Just being in his arms, listening to him whisper sweet nothings to her as the rain falls outside. It’s their own little world and there’s no where else she would rather be.

She meets his eyes, watching the deep brown color twinkle in the dim light as he smiles at her. She doesn’t have to think about it, the answer’s been clear for months now and there’s no doubt in her mind. “Yes.” She says with a bright smile, feeling him squeeze her body closer as he bends his head to kiss her.

“Why don’t we make it official then?” He whispers as they pull away and she raises her eyebrows, a little confused until he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a diamond ring. “Is the answer still yes?”

Nick pushes her against the counter gently, his hips pressing against hers as he tangles his hands up in her hair. Her dress is riding up and it takes him about two more seconds to lift her up and set her on the kitchen’s island. He doesn’t even have time to step between her legs when she reaches down and takes it upon herself to undo his pants. He steps out of them and kicks them aside, starting to wad up her dress around her waist, not caring to waste any time in getting it all the way off. She lifts her hips and he pulls off her panties, her hands still working at his waist as she tugs at his boxers.

He deepens their kiss, one arm wrapped around her and his other hand roaming her body over her dress. Demi pulls him close and lets out a gasp as he slides in, her back arching up a bit as she breathes out his name. He takes a moment to compose himself, never tired of how she feels around him, and then starts to move. Slowly, evenly at first. He doesn’t want to miss out or go too quickly, but then he can’t help himself. She feels too good and he needs her too much to take his time right now.

She’s breathing heavily, her forehead resting against his as he really gets into it. He keeps up a steady pace, letting out a grunt every few minutes as he holds her there in place on the counter. She wraps her arms tight around him, trying to bring him closer as he moves and sends them both over the edge in just a few more minutes. He takes a deep breath as he calms down, unable to help the small groan that escapes his lips as he leans in to kiss her, her hands grabbing desperately at him. 

“You should come over more often.” He whispers and she laughs breathlessly.

“Deal.”

Nick runs his hands down her waist, smiling as he feels the curve of her body as she relaxes into him. She giggles softly when he lips graze the skin on her shoulder, her thin coverup, blowing in the wind. “You should take this off.” He mutters, tugging at the light fabric that’s over her bikini. “I like seeing your body.”

She looks up at him and smiles, even her eyes shining through her sunglasses. “You can see my body all you want tonight.”

He smirks and bends his head to kiss her gently, her strong arm wrapping around her waist. “Is that a promise?”

Demi runs her hand up through his hair and smiles, nodding as he pulls away ever so slightly. “You bet it is.” 

He nods and then sighs happily. “Good. But now you’re really gonna have to take this off.”

“Why’s that?” She asks.

He grins mischievously and very quickly, he lifts her up, causing her to laugh as he throws her over his shoulder and walks into the water with her. “Cause you’re about to get soaked, babe.” 

“I can’t do this.” Demi says, her voice shaking slightly and her breathing matching the same fragile tone. She tries to collect herself, tries not to smear her makeup cause she really doesn’t want to have to do it again, but dammit she knows she’ll have to.

Nick looks over at her, his hands halfway through finishing his bowtie as he turns away from the mirror. They’re supposed to leave in the next half hour and she’s been sitting on the bed in an oversized tshirt and jeans, makeup and hair done, with her knees to her chest for a good twenty minutes. He figured she just needed to collect herself or something, or maybe she just had extra time. But that’s clearly not that case. He frowns and lets the silk tie fall as he walks over to her. “What’s wrong, Dems?” He sits on the edge of the bed and she sniffs, blinking up at the ceiling and gently dabbing at her eyes.

“Can we just stay home? Please?” She takes a deep breath and looks at him, looking like she’s about to fall apart right in front of him.

He bites his lip gently. The event’s kind of important and he doesn’t want to go without her, but he doesn’t want to make her go. Especially if she won’t enjoy herself. And it’s pretty obvious that right now she wouldn’t. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He reaches out and takes her hand and she makes a soft choking noise as she tries to hold back a sob.

She shakes her head quickly and shuts her eyes, a tear falling down her face. Another deep breath and she runs her hands through her hair, swallowing hard. “I just… I’m not up for it tonight. I can’t spend the whole night pretending I like the way I look or… Anything. I just can’t.” She hiccups a bit, squeezing his hand tightly in hers and taking another slow, shaky breath. 

Nick scoots closer to her and nods a bit, pulling her into his lap, which only makes her cry more. He lets her sink into him, lets her cry and get his shirt soaked with tears and black make up before he looks down at her and finally speaks quietly. “I still think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her start to cry harder again. But when he looks at her, he sees a faint smile. And that’s worth more to him than any event or apparence could ever be.

She was hiding in the back, behind a curtain. She had on flats, which was unusual for her but it made her fit into him more easily, some jeans and a Jonas Brothers hoodie Nick had given her to help her blend in a little more with the crew. Her bangs were down, hiding her face a little, and every time Nick would look over, she got this goofy smile on her face she couldn’t help but blush.

She felt like a little girl, always nervous around the handsome boy that she somehow got to be hers. He tried not to look over too much for fear that fans would notice and see her, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to look at her and feel those butterflies. It made him do a better show, cause he was doing it for her.

The first thing he did when he got off stage from the night was lift her into his arms and kiss her, which isn’t something he would have normally done but he couldn’t help himself. She laughed against his lips and held him close, not breaking the kiss until Hoffman yelled “Get a room!”

They both laugh nervously and blush. He set her down and gave her another quick kiss, beaming at her still. “How about that room?”

“I don’t get it. What… What is that? I’ve never heard that before.” Nick says, biting his lip.

Demi sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “It’s like bulimia, but a little different. I mean, technically they told me it’s bulimia binge/purge type. So it just depends.”

“Depends on what?” He frowns.

“If I eat or throw up on an empty stomach. If I eat and throw up, medically it’s bulimia. But if I haven’t eaten in a while, a few days even, and then throw up, it’s called purging.”

He watches her carefully. She’s looking down at her lap. He can tell she doesn’t like talking about this. He wouldn’t want to talk about it, either, if he was her. “You’re not doing it anymore, though… Right?”

“I’m still in recovery…” She sighs. “But no, I haven’t done it lately. It’s a process, though.”

He bites his lip and sits down next to her, bending his head to meet her eyes. “You’ll be okay, Demi. I’ll help you.”

She smiles softly. “You’ve already helped me.” She looks up at him and he frowns, confused. “On tour. Just being there. You helped me more than you could know. And I don’t think I could ever repay you for that.”

The first summer they’re married, they spend it on tour. They have their own bus and she spends most of the time backstage watching him and his brothers, falling more in love with him each second he plays or songs. He sneaks a peak at her every few songs, and every time they both just grin at each other. He finds a place for them to go every few cities just to escape. A restaurant, a fair, or just a quiet place for the two of them. She helps out with meet and greets, talks to fans, works at the sound booth during sound checks sometimes. Part of Nick thinks she’s trying to make up for the last tour they were all on together, but he knows she just likes to help. She’s never been one to just sit around.

They spend their next summer almost entirely in LA. They haven’t been home from touring that long and they’ve still got to settle into their house. Demi decorates, they get a small studio set up in the basement. And they start filming for their season of Married to Jonas, which gets surprisingly good ratings. They wrote together for other artists, for themselves. But mostly, they just love each other.

Demi’s pregnant the next year and Nick couldn’t be happier. They’re in New York while he does a show and every night when he comes home, even if she’s asleep, he songs to the baby. She’ll have the baby in October, so by the time they get home in August, they begin on getting the nursery ready. Pinks walls, white furniture, embroidered blankets. Neither of them ca wait to get their little girl in their arms.

For the next few years, the summers stay pretty much the same. Writing, touring, parenting. Demi even gets a job on a new TV show one year. It’s not always easy, but having each other makes it better every time. Honestly, there’s no life they’d rather have.