Kids
Title: Kids
Rating: T
Pairing: Demi and Selena
Summary: I never wanted kids
I never wanted kids. All the crying, screaming, pooping, and tons of toys everywhere just waiting for me to step on them. But Demi was a whole different story. She wanted kids. She wanted to stay up late and rock them to sleep. She wanted to play with them with the ons of toys. And most of all she wanted to be called mommy.
Well I wanted Demi, and she wanted kids. And some way, some how, she had changed my mind into getting a little bundle of trouble. So here we sat in those white clean beds for 2 hours getting the surgery we needed in order to have kids. But deep down I had wanted the operation to go wrong, I guess I was just being selfish and that wasn’t fair to Demi.
I don’t know if I jinxed us by saying “I hope the operation goes wrong” because it’s been nearly a month sense we got the operation, and still there’s no pregnant Demi. The doctor said all we had to do was have “entercourse”, and we had done that almost every night for the first couple weeks or so. Shit! I’m sorry Demi.
“Hey Sel, can I talk to you about something?” she was messing with her thumbs, and she only does that when she’s nervous. And Demi is rarely nervous with me.
“Sure Dem, what is it?” she took my hand in hers, and I would’ve expected her to go down on one knee and propose to me, but we were already married.
“I have some great news.” she smiled and she laughed, trying to hide up her nervousness.
“And what would that be?” I smiled too, hoping to calm her down some. She looked me in the eye and said two words.
“I’m pregnant.” Damn. I take back that sorry.
“That’s not great news- her face dropped and she was about to leave when I started talking again- that’s awesome news.” she looked back at me, and if I remember clearly I was tackled to the couch and attacked by a million kisses.
-3 YEARS LATER-
Damn toys are everywhere! I’m actually surprised that I haven’t stepped on one ye-
“Damn it!!” Demi covered our daughter’s ears and started to scold me.
“Language Sel. Mirisa doesn’t need to learn anymore foul words.” I grimaced and pulled the annoying little toy out of my foot.
“Sorry mom stepped on your toy.” I handed her, her toy back. She looked down at it, then back up at me.
“Damn it!” Mirisa had happily said to me.
It's just a little something that I posted on Fanfiction.net as a Mitchie/Mikayla.