Ok, so I haven't been feeling too good today, so this isn't my best work. But hopefully you'll still like it!
Chapter 12
It had been said. There was no going back. I took a deep breath and reached over to hold onto Nick's hand, surprised to find it shaking a little. Nick was amazing, just looking at him you would never know that he was as nervous as could be, but I knew. And I don't think he even wanted me to know that.
The room stayed silent for a few seconds longer. I could see the gears turning inside the reporters heads as they contemplated what to say and ask. It wasn't until Nick finally said, "We'll take your questions now", that the bulbs started flashing and the questions started coming.
"Nick, does this mean that you aren't going to be in the band any more?" one lady with thick glasses asked.
"Of course not. I love making music with my brothers, and I intend to do it for a very long time." Nick smiled.
"Do you have any names picked out?" a bald guy asked next.
"Well, for a girl, we like Sarah Faith. We're not sure about boy names yet." Nick shrugged before looking over and winking at me.
I smiled and squeezed his hand. So far things were going a whole lot smoother than I had expected. But it wasn't long before the awkward questions started coming.
"Did Amantha force you into having sex?"
"Of course not! It was something that I went into willingly." Nick answered calmly, though I could feel his hand tighten a little around mine.
"Have you spoken to Miley about this?"
"No. And I don't see why I should."
Where do these reporters get these questions?
"Nick, what is your favorite sex position?"
"Ok, that's enough questions, everyone!" Papa J announced, walking out onto the stage. "Thank you all again for coming! As you leave, you'll be getting a prepared statement with some more in depth information."
I let out a breath as we walked backstage, smiling slightly to myself. It was over. We did it. As we walked hand in hand further backstage, I noticed that Nick's hand was still shaking. Upon looking over, I frowned when I saw that his breathing was shaky and he had sweat beginning to form on his face.
"Nick, what is it?" I asked, stopping and reaching up to stroke his cheek.
"Sorry." he said softly, closing his eyes and trying to compose himself. "Just the nerves coming out."
I smiled slightly and wrapped my arms around his waisat, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Hey." I whispered, leaning our foreheads together. "You did it. We did it."
Nick smiled slightly at that and pulled me into a tight hug.
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It was two weeks later and I was in my pajamas laying across our bed with my laptop while I waited for Nick to get out of the shower. I couldn't help it, but I needed to see what the news sites and gossip sites were saying about Nick and I. Sure, the press conference went well, but that was civilized enviroment. There was no telling what other people who were...less civilized would say.
I scrolled down to one site and clicked on it, instantly being greated with a picture of Nick and I at the press conference with a headline that read, "Nick Jonas' Secret Wife". I shook my head and exited the site, not bothering to read further into the article.
Another site's headline read "Youngest Jonas Breaks Vow. The Truth Behind Nick Jonas' Love Child."
I nearly laughed out loud when I came to a site that claimed to have our ultrasound pictures. I thought that was funny...seeing it was too early in the pregnancy to even go to the doctor. But the site that got me was a fan forum that had to have had at least fifteen threads about Nick and I. I clicked on one and began reading. Most of the girls supported Nick and said that even though he messed up, they still loved him. There were some who said that we looked genuinely happy together and that's all they wanted for Nick. I smiled at those people, knowing that those were his true fans. But, of course, there were those who completely opposed.
I cringed when they called Nick a "typical teenager" and bashed him for breaking his promise. I cringed even more when they came down on me for making him do it. How could they think that I cared that little for Nick that I'd make him do something like break his purity vow? They went on about how bad I was for Nick and how I should just leave him and let him go on with his life without having to deal with a kid. Little did they know how much I had thought about doing that in the past.
I was interupted when out of the corner of my eye I saw Nick walking into the room. I looked up to see him walking to the bed, only a towel covering his waist as he dried his hair with another. I moaned softly and let my eyes scan his perfect torso as he dried his hair, causing his muscles to flex beautifuly. It was a sight that I could stare at all day and never get tired of. And the dogtags drapping over his shoulders and chest only added to the view. There was just something about his dogtags on bare skin that drove me wild. Whatever the reason, I had come to the conclusion that there was no sexier sight on earth then Nick Jonas shirtless with his dogtags.
I looked up to see that Nick had finished drying his hair and was smiling down as my eyes roamed his body. I smiled back as he threw the towel he was using to dry his hair into the clothes basket and stepped over ot the bed.
"Whatcha looking at?" he asked, placing a knee on the bed as he leaned over me.
"Oh...um.......nothing." I mumbled, suddenly remembering what I had been looking at. But before I could close the windows, Nick grabbed my laptop and held it up to look at it. I could see his face falling to a frown as he realised what I had been reading.
"Amantha, don't read this stuff. It's nothing but garbage." he said spitefully, closing the laptop and setting it down on the nightstand before laying down in it's place beside me.
"I know." I sighed, scooting closer as he draped an arm over my waist. "I just wanted to see what everyone thought about us."
"Who cares what they think? The only person that I'm worried about liking me is you." he smiled before kissing my cheek. "You do like me, right?"
I smiled and reached up to cup his cheek. "So much more then like." I said softly before leaning in and kissing him softly.
When we parted I burried my face in his chest, relishing the soft feel and smell of his newly washed skin.
"Nick, if you don't stop wearing your dogtags without a shirt, then one of these days I'm going to go into cardiac arrest." I smiled, reaching up to finger the thin chain and metal plates.
"I still can't see why you like it so much." Nick half laughed.
"I don't even know myself." I shrugged, continuing to lazily move my fingers along his upper chest. "It's like...your skin's so smooth and perfect...and then the metal against it.....I don't know."
Nick laughed and tightened his arm's grip around my waist. "Whatever you say, Butterfly."
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Later that afternoon, after being hit by another bought of afternoon sickness, I was reduced to laying in bed and lazily flipping through the TV channels, trying to keep my eyes open. Nick had left shortly before I got sick to take care of some last minuet business, so I was doing my best to wait until he got back before falling asleep. I finally settled on a movie channel that was playing Mr. & Mrs. Smith. I had never much cared for action movies, but it was the only thing on that was guaranteed to keep me awake.
I only had to endure it for around fifteen minuets, though, before the bedroom door opened and Nick quickly walked through the darkness over to me.
"My mom told me that you started getting sick again. I'm sorry I wasn't here." he said quickly, laying down on the bed beside me and kissing my cheek.
"It's ok, Nick." I grinned, snuggling into his side. "You couldn't help it."
Nick smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist and turning to the tv. "Whatcha watchin, Butterfly?"
"Mr. & Mrs. Smith." I replied.
"Oooooo! With Brad Pitt." he grinned. "Ok, let me guess," he sighed playfully. "You think he's just the hottest thing on earth." he said in a preppy voice.
"Nope." I answered simply.
"Aw come on, Ames. You know I wouldn't freak if you had a little crush on him." Nick said, knudging my side with his elbow.
"I'm serious, Nick! I don't have a crush on him!" I laughed. "He's way too old and frankly, I'm not into pretty boy actors who smoke. I am, however, into curly headed rockstars with stunning smiles." I grinned, reaching up and running my hand through his hair.
Nick laughed and plced a wet kiss in the crook of my neck. "That's good to hear, because I happen to be very into beautiful brunettes who are pregnant with my kids."
"That better only be me, Jonas." I warned playfully.
"Don't worry, babe. It will only ever be you." he laughed, tightening his arms around me and leaning over to kiss me deeply.
