Issues

IV.VIII

Speaking of her husband, Cristo came into their black and white room after she had kicked him out for wearing some God awful cologne that he had switched to because she had kept throwing up whenever he wore the last cologne he was using, holding a box from Lette Macarons in Beverly Hills. It was a little far but that was the only place she would buy her favorite French cookies from.

"Ugh, merci!" Demi moaned as he passed her the box – he was smart and got their biggest size this time – then flopped down on the bed next to her. Demi rested the box on her growing tummy and hummed in appreciation as she bit down into a vanilla cookie.

After getting married in the Palace of Versailles, for their honeymoon, Cristo had taken her to every country she had ever expressed interest in visiting. First, they started with her favorite place, Greece, then visited Kurdistan for some humanitarian work. Next was Moracco, then Tokyo where she got to meet some of Cristo's other designer friends. Next was Italy and then they finished the trip off in Cuba. Their route didn't make much sense but Cristo said that was the fun of it. Going to sleep in one country then waking up in another was an adventure.

Having sex without condoms while also avoiding birth control at all costs was another. It wasn't her wisest decision but Demi had stopped taking her birth control a few months before the wedding when she put a moratorium on sex. Since she wasn't having sex, she didn't need birth control and one of the side effects was that she gained weight like crazy anyway. Combine that with jet lag, TSA, and a whole other combination of things and Demi just forgot about it all together, which would've been fine if they weren't on their honeymoon and having sex all over the world. Demi wished she could say that she was surprised when a few weeks after they came home, she discovered she was pregnant, but she wasn't. Now four months later they were waiting to find out the gender and Demi knew that she was driving Cristo up the wall but he had promised that it would all be worth it.

"I went to see Kris today. She asked if you had any interest in eight boxes of Krispy Kremes," Cristo said, looking through something on her phone as Demi dropped a cookie back into the box and furrowed her eyebrows.

Kris could be such a weirdo. She was so excited about Demi being pregnant that when she found out, instead of buying a baby blanket like a normal person, she stocked Demi's house up with food, using the excuse that she was eating for two now. But eight boxes of Krispy Kremes? She didn't even like donuts that much.

"If she sends them over here, I'll give them to Batman," Demi joked, picking up the Buy Buy Baby catalog where she circled something new every day as Cristo chuckled.

"She also wants to know when we're going to make the announcement..." Cristo trailed off, knowing how touchy she got about the subject.

They had successfully made it through the first trimester, and their doctor had assured her that it was okay to make the announcement but Demi was still hesitant. Anything could happen, and telling the entire world about a baby and then losing the baby was the worst feeling ever. Demi should know. She had told her entire family and then she had miscarried. After something like that, people just don't know how to act around you, and that was the last thing that Demi wanted.

"Maybe we can wait until the end of the second trimester," Demi suggested, not looking up from the catalog as Cristo moved the box of macaroons and rested his hand on her stomach.

"Baby, I know you're scared but this is a happy time. We're doing everything right, you're in a much better place now, and this is something you're supposed to celebrate. You can't hide forever, Demi," Cristo coaxed as Demi released a deep sigh because she knew that he was right.

"I know, I just want everything to be okay. And if it's not okay I want us to be able to deal with it privately, not have to put out an announcement like it's a PSA or something," Demi pouted, shifting on the bed so that her back was against Cristo's chest, and she moaned as his hands rubbed at the tight skin of her stomach.