DEMI
"Are you still mad at me, Demi? I have realized that you've been a little withdrawn ever since I made my birthday wish publicly."
Mother runs a hand over a black Hermes bag in admiration. I stand behind her, tagging along and mostly disinterested in shopping, even at Ashley's luxurious mall.
My life has been crazy ever since she dropped that huge bomb on me. I can barely go out without a horde of cameras on my tail. There are tons of articles being popped out about my speculative pregnancy. Some bloggers have even been bold enough to photoshop a baby bump on me. At this point, I can't even pretend not to be mad at mother. She did this to me.
"Demi? Are you listening?"
I retreat to a couch and plunk down on it. She comes shuffling after me. "Are you punishing me for my mistake with Ashton? Is this your idea of trying to get Ashley and I to consummate our marriage?"
"You consider having a baby with Ashley punishment?"
