So happy to be writing again! This is a continuation of Me, Myself, and Time. Selena's POV:

I put on Demi's album and was singing along as I packed our belongings to New York City. Mama and Brian were packing as well. Because Mama was pregnant with a girl! A GIRL! They wanted to move back to Grand Prairie and raise her there.

I was packing away our event china when Demi slipped into the room. I waved to her and continue to struggle singing to her songs. God, my fiancé had an amazing voice. Demi sat next to me and pulled off my sweater. I was only wearing my nightgown.

"Dems, not now." I said. I was stress out beyond my limits. I had to get us all pack by the end of the week because that's when our contract ended and I was only halfway done packing. I didn't wanna tell Demi to take some time off, but I really needed help. I think I might need to call Mama.

"Sel, please."

"NO!" I snapped. Demi pulled away. "Sorry, I'm just stressed, okay? Sorry."

"It's fine, do you want help?"

"Yes, please start packing our clothes. Leave enough out for a week, okay?"

"Can do." Demi kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. Now I could attempt to belt in peace.

After an hour, I decided to check in on Demi. She was blasting Missy Elliot and dancing around the room. I stood in the doorway and watched. God, she looked so cute. I kept standing until she screamed. I scared her.

"I thought you were packing."

"I finished all the jeans and skirts. And then Missy inspired me. Oops."

"It's okay, you were cute. Chinese for dinner?"

"Sure."

We headed into our bathroom and took turns applying our makeup. I would put on foundation then Dems, then I would apply eyeliner, shadow, and mascara. Demi would follow suit. It takes us twice as long to get ready this way, but we didn't mind.

We got out to our car. Demi opened the passenger side door for me. Demi usually drove when we were together.

We drove to our favorite Chinese restaurant. On our way there, Here We Go Again came on the radio.

"Should we sing along?" I asked.

"Totally."

So we started singing. So how did get here under my skin? Swore I'd never let you back in…

We rocked out the entire way to the restaurant and almost ran three red lights. Success, haha.

We got to the restaurant and ordered off of the buffet. I got orange chicken, my favorite, and Demi got the sweet and sour chicken.

As we ate we discussed wedding plans. Wedding planning normally turned into a fight.

"I was thinking family only, we don't have many friends." I said and then bit into my chow mein.

"I mean, I wanted my band there. And your castmates."

"So we include them and family, that's all."

"Fine." Demi started playing with her food.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I could tell she was upset.

"Nothing. I just have this feeling something bad is gonna happen this week."

"Like we don't get moved out in time?"

"No, something more traumatizing."

"Oh, werid."

"I know, anyway, whenever you're ready we can leave."

"I'm done," I took a last sip of my Pepsi and headed with Demi toward the cash register.

We drove home. In the rain, so we couldn't rock out again. Damn rain.

We got home and I changed back into my nightgown.

I put my hair in a ponytail. "You know Demi, I'm tired of wearing this nightgown."

"Then let me take it off for you." Demi took off my nightgown.

I took off Demi's shirt and took off her bra. We started kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing. And more kissing. I sucked on Demi's neck as she carried me to our bed. She laid me on the bed and I took off her jeans and cheetah thong.

"Really? Cheetah?" I asked as I flung her thong across the room. I hate cheetah print underwear.

"I'm a predator, grr." Demi replied and kissed me violently.

I didn't mind. Demi grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple.

"Umn…" I moaned. God, I loved it when she did that.

She took her hand and slid it down my body toward my clit. There, she rubbed soft and sweet. The she rubbed faster and faster and in a circular motion. She lightly pinched me before sucking. First, it was more of a suckle then she sucked harder. Then her tongue went down my clit and inside me. There she started making the letters of the alphabet. I started laughing hysterically.

"What so funny?" Demi asked.

"How you're eating me."

"Just shut up," Demi took my legs and spread them and slipped herself in between them. We did our thing and then once we both came a few times, we finished.

We were both breathing heavily.

"We should've been packing." I said in between breaths.

"Fuck packing, sex is better."

"I agree," and kissed her. Then I wrapped a blanket around us, and cuddle next to Demi. I turned off the light and fell asleep.

I woke up to Demi finishing packing up the clothes.

"Thanks, sweetie." I said.

"No problem, sleep well?" Demi asked.

"Yes!" Demi wasn't wearing anything other than a sweatshirt.

I put on a sweater and walked downstairs. I finished packing the event china. The phone rang about twenty minutes later.

I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi, Lena, it's Mom." My mommy answered.

"Hi, Mommy."

"How's packing?"

"Stressful."

"Need help?"

"Yes, please."

"I'll be over in twenty minutes."

"Kay, see you then."

"Bye."

I ran upstairs. "My mom is coming over." I announced.

"Shit!" Demi went and put on some pants. "Why is she coming over?"

"To help." I answered.

"Oh, okay. I thought we might have to entertain."

I put on some underwear, a pair of shorts, and a tank top under my sweater.

Twenty minutes later, my mom came over.

"Hi Mommy! Hi Scarlett!" I cried as I hugged her. Scarlett was my little sister.

"Hey Mandy!" Demi cried. Demi was carrying the boxes of clothes. "Where should I put the packed clothes?"

"Label them first," my mom said.

"Right, then put it in the garage." I added.

Demi did.

"So what do you need help with?" Mom asked.

"I just finished the event china and Demi did the clothing. So I guess the bedding, sheets, and stuff. I'll pack up the rest of the china."

Demi and I were packing the china away when my mom came into the room looking horrified.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"I need to go to the emergency room." She answered.

"Why?"

"I'm bleeding, Selena." My mom said.

Oh no.

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