The Beauty & The Tragedy

Watch Over You

After taking a few days to rehearse and get used to playing with Lauren, they continued to record the fourth album. Demi was putting in long hours at the studio so I didn't see her as often as I would have liked. I made every effort to spend time with her however, and she did the same in return. It was frustrating and exhausting at times, but we managed.

"Sel." Demi sighed as turned out her bedside lamp and rolled toward me.

"Hmm." I answered as I continued to type on my laptop.

"Put it away." She said gently. "Come to me."

I looked over at her and my heart melted. I put my laptop away and climbed on top of her. Her hands immediately grabbed a hold of my hips as I leaned forward and connected our lips. Her kisses always left me breathless and this one was no exception.

"I love you Marie." She whispered against my lips.

She continued kissing down my jaw line.

"Show me." I rasped as her lips found my neck.

And she did. She always made me feel beautiful and wanted. She reached into the deepest parts of me, I couldn't hide from her even if I tried. She conquered me completely.

I woke up tangled up the next morning tangled in the sheets, alone. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon and I was completely tired from the night before. Demi had a habit of wearing me out. I smiled as I thought about her. She made me so happy I almost couldn't stand it.

I could hear music playing downstairs which told me she was probably in the kitchen making breakfast. I stretched my tired limbs and climbed out of bed. I went downstairs and sure enough, she was standing in front of the stove scrambling eggs. I stood and watched her a few minutes before she turned around and finally noticed me.

"Mornin' stalker." She teased.

"Hi." I smiled sweetly.

She opened her arms up and I immediately stepped into them. She kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly.

"Studio today?" I asked as we separated.

"Yes." She said enthusiastically. "It's going to be interesting. We're doing some rewrites."

"Are you going to pick up where Nick left off or start from scratch?"

"Scratch." She answered. "Lauren won't play his shit."

"What about the old songs?"

"Obviously she'll play the old songs when we tour, she doesn't want to be restricted to what he started for the album. There wasn't much anyway so it's not a big deal."

"Fair enough." I smiled. "I like her. She's going to make the band better."

"I know." She said as she set the table. "I'm still fucking pissed at Nick. He's literally all we are going to hear about every time we do an interview."

"You could always not answer questions about him." I offered.

"True." She sighed. "Dick..." She mumbled.

I smiled and sat down as she served breakfast. She did this every morning. It was a part of her routine and her way of taking care of me. She was also a fantastic cook. She poured me a glass of orange juice, then joined me at the table.

"I've got so much to do today." I complained.

"That's what happens when you insist on being involved in every single detail of your two insanely successful business enterprises."

"Don't remind me." I sighed.

"You should let one go. Let Val run the firm. You already know she can and she deserves it anyway. She's worked her ass off for you."