♥”–if it’s any consolation, I would’ve let you take me there and then.”♥

Justin’s P.O.V

The way she stood, with her arms tightly folded over her chest and her entire posture tense and on edge, radiated her worry and anxiety. She was upset, and angry, not forgetting worried – and I had no clue why. 

Excusing herself to retrieve a new bib for Scarlett almost twenty minutes ago, she still hadn’t returned – After changing the soiled diaper of our baby girl, I went searching for Selena, expecting to find her asleep on the bed or putting fresh laundry in the washing machine. Instead I found her staring out our bedroom window into thin air. The white, flowery bib was firmly wedged in her closed hand and tucked to her side. 

Laying Scarlett in her adorable pink bassinet, I smiled down at the squirming child before sauntering towards the frozen woman. She was oblivious to my presence until I lightly rested both hands on her petite waist, drowned in a oversized tee. She flinched, finally noticing my arrival. She breathed out shakily as I nudged my nose against her exposed collarbone, creating soothing circles with my thumbs. 

“You okay?” I murmured into her strawberry smelling skin. I heard her gulp and felt her nod, but her voice remained muted. “I thought you had ran off. It’s been over twenty minutes.” 

“Sorry.” She croaked, her voice was weak and quiet. “Where’s Scarlett?” 

“In her bassinet.” I replied, “What were you thinking about?” 

She licked her dry lips and shrugged, “Nothing.” 

“I know that’s not true.” I muttered into her ear, kissing her earlobe and finding her relax in my arms. Her earlobe, or the back of her neck, was the two spots that triggered Selena to instantly relax. “Please tell me?” 

A brief sigh escaped her chapped lips as her shoulders slumped, her arms falling limp by her side and her head dropping downwards. Whatever was on her mind, was really tormenting her. Taking a step forward, I stood chest-to-chest – or, chest-to-face – with her. Nipping her dimple chin, I tilted her head upwards and saw the faint outline of redness. 

“Have you been crying?” I questioned, “And tell me the truth, no lies or trying to avoid it.” 

After a few seconds, she caved and nodded.

“Why? What’s wrong, babe?” 

Her dimple appear as her lip quivered. “I just keep thinking about the court case next week.” the reason soon hit me at full force. “What if Hayley and Maria win? What if you and Hayley need to raise Scarlett and I’m not allowed contact with her like the contract said? That’ll kill me Justin.” 

Clear droplets trickled down her already stained cheeks as she refused to look up. Her hands were shaking, her lip quivering as the racket of sobs being held inside – she was broken. 

“That won’t happen, Selena.” I assured quietly, “My lawyer won’t allow it, my family won’t allow it and I won’t allow it. I promise. You, me and Scarlett are a family and we always will be. Nothing will break us.” 

“You don’t know that.” She whimpered. 

“Yes I do.” I interrupted strongly and sternly. Cupping her face in both hands, I forced her to look at me with her glassy gaze. My heart wrenched as I gulped back the rising lump and licking my lips. “As long as I breathe, Scarlett will always be apart of your life. She will always know her mother, she will always love her mother and no other woman will ever take your place.” 

More tears cascaded down her soft cheeks, dripping from her chin as her thin arms flung around my neck, her sobs stifling into the crook of my neck. She stood on her the tips of her toes but still her small figure barely reached my shoulders. With both arms securely holding her waist, I hauled her petite body into my arms and carried her to our shared bed. Still clinging to my body like a monkey, I shuffled us both backwards and propped myself against the oak, carved headboard. 

“If I could take away the pain, and put a smile on your face, baby I would, baby I would..” 

Her sobs subsided as I sung quietly in her ear in hope to calm her – and slowly, my plan was working.

“If I could make a better way, so you could see a better day, baby I would, baby I would..” 

Sniffling, she raised her head and fluttered her watery gaze to mine. Her expression changed, instead of the previous frown, her lips had now uplifted into a small smile. The small glint still sparkled in her beautiful hazel irises. 

“What’s that song?” She murmured, “I’ve never heard it before..” 

“That’s because I wrote it when you were in labour, well, while you were dozing in and out of consciousness.” I said, tucking a piece of her straight hair that had slipped from the high ponytail, behind her ear. “It’s not finished yet, I still have a few more lines to write..” 

“It’s about me?” 

I smiled at her sudden shyness, the blush on her cheeks and the faint dimples carving the corners of her mouth as she looked down timidly. Chuckling, I nudged my nose against hers. “Yes it’s about you.” 

A tiny smile etched across her soft lips as she withheld a grin and twisted her fingers between our close torsos. Grinning, I strained my neck forward and brushing my lips over hers, capturing a sweet kiss. I felt her smile and my heart race as the palm of her hands slowly ran over my chest and to my shoulders, interlocking around the back of my neck as her lips slowly moved against my own. 

Suddenly, she hissed. Drawing back with my brows furrowed in concern. 

“Sorry, I’m uh, I’m still getting lightning crotch from labour..” She blushed, her face flushing crimson as her teeth hooked on her lower lip. She slid from my lap, the warmth leaving my thighs as she stood upright. 

“Do you get that all the time?” 

“Not all the time..” 

“Well, when?” 

Again, her face flushed. “Uh, well, it was only a day or two after giving birth then it disappeared but now, it appears when I, uhm–” her voice trailed off in an embarrassed stammer. Her entire face brightening as she walked to Scarlett’s bassinet, overlooking our daughter. 

“It appears when?” I asked, still clearly confused. 

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter..” 

“Selena, tell me.” 

“No it’s too embarrassing!” She muttered, her eyes widening. 

“I won’t let it go until you tell me.” I smirked, “I’ll just sit here and pesture you..” crossing my arms and ankles, I lay back on the bed and watched her redden more. 

“I get it when I’m turned-on, okay!” She exclaimed. Her lips squishing into a firm line as she averted her gaze to the floor, shuffling awkwardly on the spot. “Now please, stop. I’m embarrassed enough.” 

Crawling across our bed, the silky sheets crumpling beneath my weight as I climbed of the bed. Standing toe-to-toe with her, she continued to bow her head and nervously twist at the hem of her shirt. Her demeanor was shy and rigid, cowering in embarrassment as I stood tall. Nudging her chin with my finger, I pulled her head up and watched as her eyes slowly fluttered to meet mine. 

“Why are you so embarrassed about that?” I asked, “I mean look at me, who wouldn’t get turned on?” 

She rolled her eyes and picked up my humour, slapping feebly at my chest and shaking her head gently. 

“I’m kidding but babe, you don’t need to be so embarrassed.” I assured her. 

Again, she gave a sarcastic eyeroll. “That’s okay for you to say. You didn’t carry a child for nine months, feeling all hot and flustered with no man to take care of my needs. Now, I’m still feel like I’m pregnant.” her lips formed in a small pout as she huffed a breath. 

“You were horny when you were pregnant?” 

“Don’t say that!” She groaned, leaning her forehead against my chest. “But yes, you can’t blame me though! I was pregnant, my hormones were off balance and all I wanted was to grab the first man I saw and take him there and then.” 

I laughed aloud, slipping my arms around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. 

“Was I one of those men?” I teased,

“Not to boost that incredibly large ego of yours,” She retorted, “But yes, yes you were.” 

Inside, the cheeky teenager was smirking and giving the cool guy nod to the more mature me. It made an unknown feeling spread through my veins, causing a beaming and slightly obnoxious smile coat my lips. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I would’ve let you take me there and then.” 

She giggled giddly, removing her forehead and looking upwards with a grin. “You don’t mean that. Most times I felt hormonal, you were engaged. You wouldn’t have cheated on Hayley, would you?” 

“I’ve never cheated on anyone in my life, I don’t believe in it and even though I may hate Hayley, I wouldn’t have cheated on her even if I found out those terrible things she committed before that day.” I grumbled. I hated reminding myself of how close I was to marrying a manipulated woman. “But maybe for you, I would have reconsidered my beliefs.” 

“Shut up.” She mumbled, blushing silently. “We should start getting ready, your mom is expecting us in an hour.” 

“You go for a shower first, it takes women longer to get ready than me.” 

She slapped my chest, “Sexist.” 

I chuckled, “I’m kidding. But seriously, you go and get showered first, I’ll get Scar’ ready then I can go. Deal? Oh, and by the way, I have a present for you; it’s nothing big, promise.” 

She nodded, removing herself from my arms and walking to the dresser. Sneakily, she grabbed her underwear and tried to hide it from my view before preparing to dash into the ensuite until I grasped her wrist, hauling her back into my chest. 

“I think you forgot something.” I murmured, puckering my lips and holding back my smirk. Giggling, she reached up and pressed her lips against mine. Drawing away and moving my lips to her ear, I couldn’t help but smirk as I spoke. “That yellow bra looks very, very sexy.” 

Gasping, she shoved her hands against my chest and rushed to the bathroom with her head hanging in embarrassment. My laughter rumbled through the room as the door was flung shut but not loud enough to waken Scarlett. Approaching the bassinet, I smiled at the newly awoken little girl. 

“Your mommy gets embarrassed very easily, Scarlett.” I murmured softly, reaching inside and carefully lifting out my daughter. Her little mouth formed in an oval, her beautiful eyes circling in fascination as her tiny hands formed in fists and began thrashing. My heart swelled at her cuteness. 

Just over an hour later, six outfit changes, two dirty diapers, one bottle of formulated milk and a crying session for both mother and baby; we all were finally ready. 

“I can’t believe I actually fit back in my jeans!” Selena exclaimed, “I actually fit.” her eyes welled with tears as she wafted her hand in front of her face. Her emotions still hadn’t returned to normal – I had been warned about her hormones still being off balance after giving birth, but I never expected her to breakdown after fitting into a pair of size six jeans she had stored away from before pregnancy. 

“Of course you fit, babe.” I sighed, tucking Scarlett’s blanket around her body. She had yet to use a pacifier, something both Selena and I had agreed on delaying until one hundred percent necessary. Wandering across to Selena, I grasped her waist and cupped her jaw, smoothing the callous pad of my thumb across her bottom lip and staring into her watery orbs. “Don’t get upset.” 

She sniffled, “I’m sorry. I just–I can’t believe that I fit in them. I expected to go out and buy a new wardrobe ‘cause I gained so much weight. You saw me in my pink blouse, I looked like a beach whale! Now, I just look like an elephant.” 

“Stop that.” I ordered, “You look perfect in both outfits. You had a baby a week ago, Selena. Nobody expects you to be like Victoria Beckham. Most new mothers would be jumping for joy if they fitted in previous clothes, especially size six.” 

“You think so?” She muttered, straightening out her outfit.

“I know so.” I assured, “You’re beautiful, okay? Size six or sixteen, it doesn’t matter.” 

Blinking multiple times, she washed away her tears and exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry, I’m still screwed up from pregnancy.” 

I chuckled, “It’s fine. Oh, before I forget–” I reached for the small gift wrapped box on the coffee table, handing it out in her direction. “–This is for you.” 

Confused, she hesitantly removed it from my hand and neatly tore off the silver paper. I swiped my tongue across my lower lip and watched as she raised her gaze with her jaw slightly ajar. 

“You bought me a new phone?” She questioned, grasping the undented box of the customised iphone. 

“Well, truthfully your blackberry needs to go in the trash so I got you this yesterday. That way, you can take pictures of Scarlett and won’t take twenty minutes to answer a simple text message.” I joked, “I’ve programed your contacts in, sent pictures of Scarlett and even took a few while you were asleep this morning.” 

She ran her fingers over the crystal cover, smiling at the customised print. “You got her name too.” unlocking her new electronic device, she cooed at the screensaver. “Adorable.” 

I grinned cheekily. “I know. If you scroll through the photos, you’ll find a lot more.” 

Setting down the box and slipping the phone inside her pocket, she walked towards me with her arms stretched wide. Embracing me into a hug, she mumbled a quiet thank you into my shoulder. 

“You don’t need to thank me, love.” I told her, releasing from our hug. “But we should get going, there isn’t many paps’ outside. They must’ve got bored and decided to actually get a life.” reaching for Scarlett’s diaper bag, I hung it from my shoulder and picked up her car seat, smiling at the bundle of perfection inside. 

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea..” Selena mumbled as we approached the front doors, leading out into the glowing Manhattan streets. The small group – no more than eight – of men, stood chatting amongst each other, their cameras swinging from their necks. From the corner of my eye, I could see Selena tense. She gulped, her deathly grip tightening on the strap of her bag. 

“Don’t worry, just don’t listen to any of them.” I told her, draping a spare yellow blanket over Scarlett’s car seat and shielding her from the view of the public. Pushing open the clean, glass door, the men swooped like vultures and boxed us in tightly. “Guys, back up a bit, please.” 

“Let’s see the baby, Justin.” A stranger called, his finger pressing quickly onto the capture button. 

“Justin, Selena, over here.” 

Selena grasped my arm, tucking herself tightly into my side as I guided her to my awaiting range rover. They scurried in front and beside us, continuing to snap pictures as we arrived at the car. 

After securely wrapping the seat belt around Scarlett’s car seat, Selena and I both climbed inside. Driving away, Selena reached backwards and pulled off the blanket and lay it on the seat next. Happening to glance from the corner of my eye, my brows furrowed at her shaking hands. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Fine.” She muttered, tucking both hands between her locked knees. 

“Why are you shaking?” 

“I’m not. It’s nothing.” 

“Selena, my eyes aren’t deceiving me. I know that I saw them shake, now tell me what’s wrong.” I sternly spoke, keeping my eyes firmly planted on the road in front. “Surely you can’t be cold. If you are, I can always turn up the heat–” 

“I’m not cold.” 

“Then what?” 

She licked her lips, a small sigh departing as she hung her head in shame. “I–I don’t like how the paparazzi cramped us in like that. I mean, I don’t like them period but they make me overly anxious when they’re too close.” 

I frowned. My inner demons tutting and shaking their heads at my stupidity of missing the clear signals she was sending. Of course I knew she hated fame and the paparazzi – I hated them too most times. – and of course I knew she would rather stay in the background, probably not even being apart if my life if it wasn’t for Scarlett, but I didn’t know that it triggered anxiety issues. 

“I’m sorry.” I muttered, gulping back the rising lump and willing the pain burning a hole deep in my chest to disappear. 

“What are you sorry for?” She confusingly questioned, her forehead wrinkling and her eyes squinting. Her expression was one I had witnessed Scarlett pulling a few times after waking from her nap; both were incredibly adorable. “You can’t stop them from doing their jobs, you can’t stop them from following you. I don’t mean to sound harsh but, this is your life, Justin and I’m just gonna’ need to learn to deal with it.”

“Exactly.” I grunted, “It’s my life, but it shouldn’t be yours. You didn’t sign up for this, you only signed up to giving me a child, not to be tormented by rude paparazzi.” 

“It’s okay–” 

“But it’s not, Selena.” I sighed, “You can say it’s okay ‘til the end of time, but it won’t be. I’m sorry for dragging you into my life, I’m sorry for putting you through this mayhem and it won’t get easier.” 

“But if you didn’t drag me into your life and into this mayhem, that beautiful little girl wouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t be where we are now– I’d still probably be with Jake and you’d still be with Hayley.” 

“And my life would be a lie.” I mumbled. 

“Justin, I’m glad that we met even if the situation wasn’t quite normal.” Selena breathy giggled. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be as happy or as complete as what I am now. I’d be with Jake and still trapped with Maria, thinking about my lonely future and not being a mother to the most precious little girl. Not forgetting living every females dream of living with Justin Bieber.” 

I laughed, the subject lightning from it’s seriousness. “And not a lot of women have been able to say that they’ve kissed Justin Bieber either. Plus, you’ve got one over everyone because you can say you had Justin Bieber’s baby.” 

“I feel special.” She giggled, “But seriously though. You have nothing to be sorry for. It will just take me time to adjust to this lifestyle, possibly longer than your past girlfriends, you’ll just need to bear with me.” 

Reaching across and laying my hand on her denim knee, I quickly glanced to the side and smiled. “I’ll wait as long as needed, babe.” 

A smile graced her painted lips, her hands stopped shaking and her tense posture relaxing into the leather interior. Lacing our fingers together, I lifted her hand and placed a chaste kiss atop of her knuckles. Something needed to be done about our perplexed relationship soon – and I knew exactly what I wanted.

♥”She can’t do that!”♥

Selena’s P.O.V

I stood at the doorway of the shared bedroom, smiling blissfully at the content father and daughter who lay asleep on the large, California king bed. Scarlett, in the multi-coloured heart onesie, lay curled on her father’s chest with her fists tucked beneath her dimple embedded chin. She and Justin looked like twins with their agaped jar – something our daughter had inherited. Taking a last look, I snuck from the room and wandered to the living room, raking a hand through my untamed locks. 

From: Ruby (at: 12:11pm) 
I’m at the door, open up! xx 

Tossing my cell onto the safety of the couch cushions, I quickly walked towards the door and quietly opened the door. My best friend, with her gorgeously aligned smile and lushion black locks draping in voluminous curls, squeezed past my sloppy figure and entered the shared home, her designer heels clicking against the wooden floors. 

“I didn’t want to knock incase Scarlett was sleeping.” Ruby explained thoughtfully, laying her back on the floor and dropping to the heavenly couch. “Where is my favourite little munchkin anyway?” 

“Having a nap with Justin.” I replied, taking a seat on the couch opposite and curling both my legs under my bum. “He did the nightly feeds so he’s catching up on some beauty sleep before he needs to go to the office later today.” 

She furrowed her highlighted brows, “He’s going back to work already?” 

“No, he needs to let the management know that he’s going ahead with the People interview and introducing Scarlett that way.” I assured her, “He’s not planning on going back to work for a few weeks.” 

“How are you feeling about it?” She questioned. Ruby was the one of many people who could tell my feelings – as much as I would try and hide them. She knew what my thoughts were on fame and on the celebrity lifestyle, and being my best friend, she only had concern about how I would cope. “Have you and Justin talked about it? Surely he wouldn’t pressure you, is he?” 

“No,” I shook my head. “He’s not pressuring me into doing anything although we haven’t spoke about it entirely. We’ve muttered a few words, just agreeing that it was the best thing to do, but that was it.” scraping my nails across my bare shoulder, I nipped at my inner cheek and sighed. 

“But is the interview what you want? I mean truthfully.” 

“Honestly, I could live without it.” I muttered, “It’s a scary thing to think about, having your face and name printed worldwide and it’s even more terrifying knowing that my daughter, who is no more than a week old, will be the same.” 

“Is that what you’re scared about? Everyone knowing who you are and what you look like, or is it something different?” Ruby pressed, flicking her bouncy curls over her studded shoulders. 

“Everyone already knows, Ruby. Did you forget I carried Justin Bieber, the worldwide phenomenons, baby?” 

Letting out a laugh, she shrugged innocently. My light breeze of laughter disappeared and a sigh replaced it. Laying my head on my palm and propping my elbow on the couch arm, I felt my lips fall into a frown. 

“I don’t know why I’m like this..” I mumbled quietly, “Even when dating Jake, I was the exact same but he’s a nobody compared to Justin – the whole world watches his every move, twenty-four hours a day and now I’m apart of his life, they’ll be watching me too. Most girls’ would love this life but I don’t. I feel uncomfortable and out of place.” 

Ruby’s head tilted to the side, mimicking my actions I would use to understand children in my kindergarten class. Her mossy green eyes swam apprehension and a hint of worry, her infamous ruby red lips parted but no words escaped. She was mustering up words inwardly, but found her voice muted when trying to speak. I couldn’t blame her; the whole situation was completely confusing. 

“Maybe you should talk to Justin about it. Obviously you can still talk to me but I think it’s best that you two talk; after all, it’s both your lives, I’m only the fun aunt of baby Bieber.” Ruby teased, lightning the tensely strong conversation with a smile. “All I want you to do is be careful, you’re new to his life and I’m not trying to scare you but, it looks tough. I don’t want you losing yourself and I surely don’t want to lose you because it got too much.” 

Hearing her anxious tone struck a chord in my heart and almost made the lump arise from the pit of my throat. I blamed the hormones that still refused to be normal. Before I could return in a speechless manner, Justin’s heavy footsteps trudged in our direction. Coughing abruptly, I forced a smile and glanced his way. 

“There’s my little darling!” Ruby cooed, jumping to her Jimmy choo feet and making grabby motions for Scarlett. “Come see aunty Ruby, my cutie-pie!” 

With her eyes opened wide, Scarlett took in her surroundings as Justin passed our daughter into the arms of her non-biological aunt. Ruby cooed and awed, hooking a finger between Scarlett’s tight hold and kissing her knuckles softly whilst Justin wandered sleepily towards me and dropped to my side. Resting his head on my shoulder, he and Scarlett yawned in sync as his tousled brown mane tickled my cheek. 

“How was your nap?” I murmured, smoothing down his messy mop. 

“Great.” He mumbled tiredly, “I wasn’t fully asleep, I heard you creep across the room and felt you stand at the door for ten minutes.” 

My cheeks flamed as I let out a nervous giggle. “Sorry, but the scene was too cute. I just wished the camera on my cell would’ve worked, that would’ve been a great photo opportunity.” 

The day Scarlett was born, I accidently dropped my blackberry after losing it in the bundle of blankets. Only the camera was permanently broke, and the screen cracked. But having all maternity money going towards Scarlett after refusing Justin pay for absolutely everything, I had no left over money to purchase a new one. Which is exactly why I steal Justin’s cell and capture as many pictures as I can of our little angel. 

“I told you, you should buy a new phone.” He replied, raising his head and glancing at me with his hypnositing orbs. 

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes, a teasing smile hanging on my lips. My attention turned to our daughter, laying happily in the arms of my outspoken friend. “You better not be teaching my daughter bad things, Ruby.” 

A grin masking her painted lips as she jokingly rolled her eyes, replacing her gaze back on Scarlett. “I’d never do such a thing – well, not yet. I’ll wait until she’s able to understand, then I’ll teach her how to embarrass you in public.” 

“Somehow, that wouldn’t surprise me.” I giggled. 

“Oh, I forgot to mention. My buddies are coming down from Canada tomorrow, it’s short notice but they can’t wait to meet Scarlett.” Justin informed, resting his calloused hand on my thigh. “You don’t mind, do you?” 

“Of course not–” 

“Woah, woah, woah.. Slow down a minute there, Bieber.” Ruby interrupted. “These friends, are they hot and, oh I don’t know, single?” 

He laughed, shaking his head at the bold woman who rocked our daughter in her arms. “I’m a guy, I wouldn’t know if they were hot or not but they are single. Well, Ryan definitely is, Chaz has had a girl on the cards for a while now but nothing is official between them.” 

I almost laughed at the ironic similarity between Chaz and his mystery girl, and me and Justin. 

“You know Ryan, Rubs’. He was the blonde, buzz-cut at Justin’s wedd–” My voice pulled to a drawn halt as I realised what I was saying. Latching my upper set of teeth over my lower lip, I peered timidly upwards and glanced at Justin’s face. I expected him to be angry or upset, kicking off and storming out but he didn’t. He remained seated, his features soft and relaxed. “I’m sorry.” 

A brisk laugh swept from his part lips as he snaked his arm around my waist and tugged me closer to the warmth of his muscular figure. He kissed my forehead, a reassuring embrace that he shared to ease my nervousness. He softly and gently squeezed my tender hip, smiling down to me. 

“It’s okay. You don’t need to tread around the subject like you’re walking on eggshells, I don’t care.” Justin’s raspy voice spoke, his free hand reaching up and brushing across my cheek bone. “What happened, happened. I won’t kick off if someone talks about it. The main thing is that I’m not married to that evil woman and that I didn’t throw my life away by doing so. What we have to concentrate on is raising Scarlett and us in general.”

A shy smile etched across my lips, turning my insides to jelly and my brain to mush. His smile created a grin at my schoolgirl behaviour, his deep and raspy, and extremely attractive chuckle buzzed through my ears as he dipped his head to the side and lay a chaste kiss on the tip of my ear. A squeal of happiness drew our teenage manner away from one another, turning our heads to the beaming twenty-five year old. 

“If I wasn’t holding this little woman, I’d totally be seat dancing.” She squeaked, her lips keeping the cheek-aching smile up. “You two are so freakin’ cute, its unreal!” 

My cheeks heated, “Stop, Rubs’.” again, Justin’s chuckle rang through my ears. Feebly, I slapped his covered stomach and felt my hand being caught in his as he laughed louder. 

“Oh hush, you both know you’re like something from a fairy tale.” Ruby grumbled, her eyes turning into slits. “Lucky fuc–” 

“Finish that word and I’ll kick you of here right now.” I blurted. “I don’t want anyone cussing around Scarlett. It goes for Justin’s buddies too when they come.” 

She nodded, “Sorry. I’ll control myself, promise.” She looked down at Scarlett and smiled, “Because you are just the cutest little thing and mommy and daddy would kill me if your first word was a cuss word.” 

“You betcha’ I would.”

She jokingly rolled her eyes, leaning down and giving a sleepy Scarlett and small kiss on her forehead. “Aunty Ruby needs to go now.” settling Scarlett into her chair, she stood upright and grasped her bag. “Remember what I said, Selena. I’ll call you later.” 

As she departed alone, the door clicking closed almost silently and Justin turned to me. 

“What was she talking about?” 

“I’ll tell you later.” I mumbled, wiggling from his grip and standing up. “What time do you need to go to the offices at?” 

“An hour.” He replied, “Selena, what’s wrong?” 

Avoiding him and his intense gaze, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed Scarlett’s cleaned bottles, grabbing the kitchen towel to dry them and somehow get me out of the situation I didn’t want to be in. Justin appeared at the kitchen arch, his forehead wrinkled and a frown appearing on his luscious lips. With my back facing him, I begged inwardly for him to leave. But being stubborn, he sauntered closer and slipped both hands around my fatty figure and removed the checkered towel and small bottle from my hands. 

“What did you and Ruby talk about?” He murmured gently in my ear.

“I told you, I will tell tell you later.” I responded. “You should go get ready for that meeting.” 

“I’m not leaving without you telling me what’s going on..” He again, murmured gently. His fingertips gently dug into my hips, turning my tense body around and staring deeply into my eyes. “Please tell me?” 

I sighed, my shoulders slumping in defeat. “We were talking about the People interview..” 

“What about it?” His brows furrowed in confusion, “You said you were okay with it.” 

“I am.. kinda..” I mumbled, “I don’t know, I just–I’m uncomfortable with the fact that I’ll be interviewed and pictured. I’m not used to this whole lifestyle.” 

He pursed his lips, a deep frown appearing between his brows. 

“I’ll never be used to it, I’ll never be used to people constantly talking pictures or following me. For six months, I was focused getting through the last three months, giving birth then having a normal life again. I’ve had just under three months to adjust, Justin. It’s impossible to come to terms with this mayhem in ten weeks.” I murmured timidly. My hands were twisting, my gaze fixated on his chest. “I just feel foreign..” 

He let out a sigh, his eyes closing briefly as he collected his thoughts before wrapping his arms securely around my waist and tugging me close. Burying my head into his chest, I inhaled his scent as my hands clutched his shirt. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered softly, his warm breath tickling my neck. “We should’ve discussed everything before.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“No it’s not.” He sighed, pulling away but keeping his arms firmly placed around my bulging hips. “I should’ve been more aware. I know you don’t like the fame – I’ve known since that restaurant opening when you didn’t stand on the carpet. But I assumed that when I asked you to raise Scarlett alongside me, you would, I don’t know, maybe get use to the idea.. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think.” 

Rising on my toes, I carefully pressed my lips against his in a hope to reassure him.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you..” I said, returning to my normally short height. “Because I knew you would react like this. I didn’t want you to feel bad just because my body and mind doesn’t adjust to this life.” 

“I don’t want you to hide your feelings, babe.” He muttered, “I can always tell them that you’re not comfortable in doing the interview. We can pull out of it, publish Scarlett’s pictures another way..” 

“No, you’re right, it’s safer for Scarlett.” I sighed, “As long as she’s safe and protected.” 

“She will be.” He said, removing his hand and raising it to my cheek, thumbing my baby hairs away. “As long as I breathe, you and Scarlett will be protected.” as his head dipped to rejoin our lips, the whimper and loud, high pitched cry interrupted us. 

“Someone doesn’t want daddy kissing her mommy.” I teased in a whisper. “You should go get ready.”

Squirming from his arms, I grabbed the ready-made bottle and headed to the wailing child, kicking a screaming, her face turned red as she cried out for food. Hushing her softly, I picked the little angel into my arms and held her close, rocking her whilst I took of the plastic top and lightly brushed the tip against her quivering lip. In seconds, her howls were silenced as she greedily slurped at the milk. 

“Just like her daddy.” Justin’s voice spoke from above us. Her stood at the hallway arch, leaning against the wall with a grin. 

“Great, another trait I’ll have to deal with.” I joked. 

♦ ♦ ♦

“How’s she doing?” Pattie asked. It was her daily routine of calls, ringing and checking up on Scarlett, Justin and I or asking if we needed anything brought over. It was cute, and I was thankful. 

“Well, apart from throwing up around me after gulping down her bottle like it was going to disappear then peeing over the her changing mat, I’d say she’s doing just fine.” 

Pattie laughed humorously as I stuffed the dirty laundry inside the washing machine, tapping my finger against the touch screen glass and hearing the swooshing sound. 

“Is Justin home yet?” 

“Nope.” I responded, smacking my lips. “Nor has he text or rung to tell me where he is. I don’t know if the meeting has been extended, or if he’s at the studio..” Sitting at the table, I glanced at Scarlett who still lay asleep in her swing chair. 

I had prefered the bouncer chair, whilst Justin prefered the swing. Purchasing both, we found it easier to settle Scarlett in the swing. The bouncer chair was pushed into the unused closet for when she gets older. 

“I can’t even contact Scooter, or Kenny. Their phones are off, and Carin isn’t with them.” I mumbled. “I mean, I sound so pushy and obsessive, but he told me that the meeting would be an hour tops. It’s been over an hour and thirty minutes since it supposedly ended.” 

“I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation.” She assured, “Don’t worry ‘bout a thing.” 

Sighing, I mumbled an agreement. “Sorry, I sound like some paranoid freak.” 

“Oh sweetie, don’t you worry about that. You don’t sound paranoid, you’re just worried; it’s normal, especially after you’ve had a baby less than a week ago.” She soothed, “Now, tomorrow; I want you, Justin and Scarlett to come over to the apartment and have dinner here. You three need to get out of the house, and mom and dad want to see Scarlett again.” 

“I wouldn’t want to intrude, Pattie. Justin and Scarlett could go, I’m perfectly fine here..” 

“Don’t be silly sweetheart, you’re apart of our family now.” I could hear the smile in her motherly voice. 

“Well thank – oh.” I began, cutting my sentence short as I heard the door open and shut. “Pattie, I think that’s Justin home now..” 

“Okay sweetheart, call if you need anything!” 

“Will do, thanks Pattie.” 

As I ended the call, laying the broken phone back on the dining table, I made my way to the hallway and caught sight of Justin. Removing his jacket and shoes, his head hung low as he entered the living room. 

“Hey..” I mumbled, hugging my saggy figure. “I was expecting you home a while ago, did the meeting run over time?” 

“No.” He grunted, walking past without placing the usual kiss on my lips. Slumping himself in the armchair, he never fluttered an eyelid in the direction of our daughter. 

I frowned, “Is everything okay?” 

I received no answer. My frown fell deeper as I gulped, rubbing my arms, I held back the threatening questions ready to spill. Simply nodding, I hesitantly moved across the room and sat on the couch, laying a hand on Scarlett’s blanket, I stroked my fingertip across her chin. 

“Selena?” His voice spoke up. It was quiet and husky, but loud enough for me to hear over the Real Housewives television show. Turning my attention, his eyes were still focused downwards. 

“Yeah?” 

“C’mere.” 

Slowly and cautiously I made my way towards the stiff Canadian and awkwardly stood in front of him. Unsure of my next movement, I awaited for him to speak. His arms stretched out, the tips of his fingers curling around my hidden hips as he patted his lap with his free hand. 

“I don’t want to pull you, you’re still probably sore.” He grumbled lowly. Obeying his instructions, I lowered myself to his lap and draped both legs across his, the tips of my toes barely touching the floor. 

“Are you okay?” I muttered, gently resting an arm around his neck. 

“Sorry I wasn’t home sooner.” He said, avoiding the question. “The meeting ended at the exact time it was suppose to, but then Scooter got a call and asked me to stay behind..” 

Smoothing a thumb over the back of his neck, I listened. 

“You wanna know why?” 

My voice squeaked in a whisper. “Why?” 

Fluttering his golden, speckled brown orbs upwards and meeting with mine, he licked his lips. My heart thumped as my insides turned to jello – It continued to confuse myself with these feelings I never witnessed with any past boyfriend, or any males.

“Because Maria Kemp has issued a court meeting for nex” 

“What?” I blurted. 

“I know.” He hummed, “She’s going to try and get Hayley legal custody of Scarlett because of the surrogacy documents.” 

My eyes filled with water, my lip quivering. “She can’t do that!” 

“Sh,” He cupped his hand around the back of my head, pulling my head into his chest. “She won’t get near her. I promise you.” 

Slowly, the best week of my life, was spiraling towards the worst.

♥”She don’t like the lights.”♥

Author’s P.O.V

Her skin was soft as velvet and her eyes as dark as chocolate, she had light wisps of caramel brown hair and a cute button nose. Her peachy pink lips were parted, letting her soft and even breaths depart as she lay asleep in the comforting arms of her mother. Weighing in at six pounds and three ounces, it was hard to believe the little girl caused so much pain. Nethertheless, the pain was now a distant memory to Selena Gomez – who gave birth less than a week ago – as she held her beautiful creation in her arms. 

Scarlett Sophia Bieber, was undoubtedly one of the most famous children on the planet for many different reasons but that made her families love her no less. The innocent little girl brought happiness to those around, making their hearts swell with pure happiness each time they snuck a glance at the beauty.– just under a week old, and she had her father wedged firmly under her tiny thumb and was the ripe apple of his sparkling eye. 

“Ow, you mother-effer!” Justin yelped, his lips latching over his pulsing thumb as the hammer dropped to the dusty pink carpet with a loud thump. Standing at the white painted door frame, Selena shook her head at the clumsy pop star who had, yet again, hit his limb for the fourth time. 

“You know, if I was you, I’d just give up and call a professional.” Selena joked, her voice quiet and masked with exhaustion as she smoothed her thumb over the material of her daughters pink, onesie. “Or at least call your dad and mine before you loose a finger.” 

The frown that was pulled between his bushy brows disappeared as his golden irises rested on the bare faced beauty and the sleeping angel in her arms. His heart enhanced in size as sheer love overcame his body. Pulling his thumb from his mouth and wiping the silva onto his navy blue sweats, he stood up from his spot on the floor and walked towards his small family with a content smile on his lips. 

“They’ve helped enough, I wanted to do this myself.” He mumbled, lightly brushing his bandaged fingertip between Scarlett’s closed eyes. “It’s just a few measly shelves and I can’t even do that without injuring myself.” 

The spacious and luxurious nursery was a room Selena hadn’t seen until three days ago, when she and Scarlett returned home. Justin, Jeremy and Robert had slaved for weeks to make Scarlett’s room fit for the princess she is – Metallic gold and pink wallpaper lined the feature wall, the others painted a perfect carnation pink shade. The crib, in which Justin had personally engraved with his daughter’s name, was pushed to the feature wall with a glass bedside table at it’s side and holding a rose printed lamp and picture frame with the happy family inside. The sparkling and expensive chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, the fake fur rug sprawled across the floor, the draped armchair and matching stool sat fairly close to the crib. 

In total, it was a heavenly room that any little girl would dream of having. 

“Then leave them, Scarlett won’t be even notice them up or down.” Selena replied, “You’re a singer, Justin, not a builder.” 

He chuckled in agreement. “I’ll try again later, or tomorrow.” Selena rolled her tired eyes and smiled sleepily, stifling a small yawn as Justin grabbed the white pieces of wood and stacked them against the wall, away from causing accidents but still in sight to remind him about an unfinished task. “How long has she been sleeping?” 

Selena lay Scarlett into the adorable, bear themed chair and draped the pink, knitted blanket over her small body. A small smile lay on the proud mother chapped lips as she sat down on the plush couch, her aching and drowsy body relaxing as she released a breath and that cheeky yawn. “Only thirty minutes.” 

“Why don’t you go to bed and get some rest?” Justin’s soft, concerned voice murmured as his body dropped next to hers. Snaking an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close and kissed the scraped hair. 

From the lovable kiss shared in the delivery room a mere five days ago, Justin and Selena had continued to be innocently intimate. They shared kisses and cuddles, even shared the same bed but yet, they remained unofficial. They were intertwined as a couple, but received no title just yet, not that either of them minded, their focus was securely wrapped on the precious little girl. 

“Because I need to tidy up before your parents and grandparents come over.” She mumbled into his chest. “Plus, dad and Natasha will be over later. Scooter and Carin too, possibly Alison and Alfredo.. I’ve no time for a nap like that little madam.” 

Their lips twitched into smiles as the adoringly peered at their creation. 

“You know what? Why don’t you go and lay down, I’ll tidy up here and start prepping dinner, then by the time you wake up, everyone will be here.” Justin reasoned, his long calloused fingertips running along her arm before enveloping over her own slender ones.

“What about Scarlett?” She yawned, her eyes closing and her nose wrinkling. Justin smiled at her cuteness and pressed his lips to her hairline.

“She’ll be fine with me, it’s not like she’s going to run away, is it?” Justin joked, earning a feeble slap on his defined, covered abs. “We’ll be perfectly fine, okay? You need some rest, you were up all night with Scarlett.” 

They had made a pact the day Scarlett came home. Each night, Selena and Justin would take turns on getting up and giving the newborn her nightly feeds. Last night, it was Selena’s and it was the reason why she could barely keep her heavy eyes open. 

“If you’re sure.” She murmured, another stray yawn escaping her lips. Reluctantly moving herself from the warmth of Justin’s chest, she leaned down to the little angel. “Be good for daddy.” 

“She’ll be fine.” Justin assured the worried new mother. Tearing her gaze away, Selena glanced at Justin and smiled as he leaned forward and softly conjoined their cushion soft lips together. As much as they tried to deny, there was feelings there – truly deep feelings that were unmaskable. But they were torn. 

Selena badly wanted to ask Justin about their confusing status, but didn’t want to pass as obsessive or powerful, especially after his rocky relationship with Hayley. Justin too wanted to confront Selena, but he continued to think that it was far too soon after his breakup to get involved with another relationship; no matter how much he wanted it. 

Unwillingly pulling away, Selena couldn’t hide the crimson blush coating the apples of her cheeks. Justin smiled at the effect he had on the twenty one year old and pecked her lips once more. 

“Go.” Justin whispered, “It’s time for me to have daddy-daughter time with my princess.” 

Selena giggled like a giddy school girl and nodded. Removing herself from the comfortable couch and shuffling her way to the shared bedroom. Once Justin heard the bedroom door shut close, he crouched down in front of the beautiful child and cupped his hands beneath her head and butt. She squirmed and whined, but never flickered an eyelid as Justin carefully positioned her in his arms, being sure she was safe and comfortable. 

“Hi beautiful.” He quietly murmured, “you’re so perfect, you know that?” her small hands closed in a fists, curling into her chest and her tiny bottom lip disappeared within her mouth. 

Justin beamed blissfully, his cheeks aching with the non-stop smiling he had done for the past five days. The moment he had been wanting for years, had been finally fulfilled and he couldn’t believe just how lucky he was. He couldn’t imagine having life without this little girl, nor could he imagine her being any different – She had inherited features from both Selena and Justin. She had Justin buttoned nose, and Selena’s Italian lips, Justin cheeks and Selena’s ears but both were grateful that she had a unique mixture of both their eye colours. 

As the proudly gleaming father stood at the window, looking down at the busy streets of New York, the what if thoughts danced through his head. – What if he and Hayley got married? What if he and Hayley would be standing here with Scarlett instead of Selena? What if Scarlett had the ridiculous name of Princess Gucci? Every single scenario rushed through his scattered brain and gave him the courage to mentally thank God for getting him out of that situation. 

“You’re my whole life, got that?” He whispered gently to the oblivious child. “And no matter what happens, daddy will always love you. He’ll always be here for you until my last breath – and don’t you ever forget that.” 

Her thick lashes brushes against her silky smooth cheek, shielding her delicate eyes as she continued to peacefully sleep in her protective father’s arms. Justin could do nothing but smile, the one question still repeating – how could I have made something so perfect?

A knock on the apartment door brought him from the train of tangled thoughts and startled the little girl in his arms. Her body flinched at the noise, her mouth opening and letting out a whimper as the wail brewed in the pit of her throat. Justin hushed her soothingly, rocking her gently in his bulky arms as he made his way to the door, peeking through the peephole and seeing the familiar faces of the Canadian females stand on the opposite side. 

“Hey.” He murmured, opening the door and continuing to rock Scarlett. She held her wail inside to Justin’s relief, but remained whimpering quietly. 

“Hi, sweetie.” The sweet, motherly tone of pete Pattie Malette rang through his ears. “How you doing?” 

“I’m good.” He replied, tapping his hand in a soothing motion against Scarlett’s butt. Pattie cooed at her granddaughter with a beam, stroking her hand across the child’s forehead before giving her a gentle kiss. 

“Where’s Selena, honey?” Diane asked, following the same motions as her daughter. She closed the door and followed Justin into the living room, where he settled Scarlett back into her chair. 

“She’s having a nap. She was up all night with Scar’ and the exhaustion is hanging out of her.” He explained, grabbing the dirty burping cloth from the couch and motioning for them to sit. “You’re here early, I haven’t even cleaned up yet. Selena will kill me if she knows I let you in with the place looking in such a state.” 

The apartment was not dirty, just slightly untidy – A pile of freshly washed, ironed and folded laundry piled on the dining table, a stray burping clothing laying over the back of the couch, Scarlett’s dirty onesie laying on the floor and a packet of opened wet wipes on the coffee table.

“Well your dad and grandpa went out early this morning, I think they’re looking for new fishing gear. Erin took the kids to get some food and instead of us going all the way back to the hotel, we decided just to stop by early.” Pattie explained, “And how’s my gorgeous little granddaughter been?” 

“She’s been great.” He answered with a smile. “Can you keep an eye on her while I go put these away?” he held the pile of Scarlett’s clothes, bibs, burping cloths and vests in his arms as Pattie and Diane nodded enthusiastically. 

“Of course! It give me practise for when she comes stay overnight.” Pattie teased, “Which better be soon, mister!” 

With his deep chuckle ringing through the living room, he walked down the hallway and listened carefully at his mother’s and grandmother’s coo’s.

♦ ♦ ♦

One hour, thirty minutes later, Selena arose from the refreshing nap. She hauled herself out of bed with a yawn, fixing her hair and tugging on herscoopneck tee that drowned her body as she left the room and followed the heartfelt laughter. She scanned the room, her eyes falling on the friendly faces of friends and family– Pattie and Justin, Diane and Bruce, Jeremy and Erin, Jazmyn and Jaxon, Bobbie, Natasha and Robert, Scooter and Carin. Baby Scarlett lay in her grandpa Robert’s arms, still fast asleep. 

“Oh, hey babe!” Carin smiled, causing the attention of those in the room to shift. “How are you?” 

Smiling shyly, Selena nodded and sat on the free space of the couch. “Better after that nap. How long have you guys been here? Someone should’ve came and woke me up.” 

“We haven’t been here that long.” Natasha assured her, “Justin told us how exhausted you were, we didn’t want to disturb you.” 

Peering up from beneath her lashes, Selena’s eyes rose to the towering male standing over her, his hand holding out a glass of water. She thanked him quietly, sipping at the sparkling water and setting the glass down on top of the coffee table as Justin slipped himself beside her. 

“How was she?” 

He tucked a piece of fallen hair behind her ear and smiled, “She was fine, like I told you.” 

“You can’t stop a woman from worrying, Justin.” She teased in a murmur, nudging shoulders against his. Laughing, her slyly slipped an arm around her waist and leaned forward, pressing his lips lovingly against her forehead. 

“Now that Selena is awake, I can ask you both a few things; business wise.” Scooter spoke in his sternly professional voice. 

“Scooter, not now.” Carin hushed, her hand grasping his knee and her eyes pleading for him to keep quiet. Justin’s brows furrowed at the un-normal actions, and nodded in curiousity. 

“Go ahead, Scoot’.” 

Shooting him a warning glance, Carin sunk back in defeat and rested her eyes firmly onto her lap. She knew that no begging, or pleading, or even warning, would stop Scooter from his business talk – but this wasn’t the time. 

“I know that Scarlett is barely a week old, and at first I was skeptical at the offers but these choices are purely up to you both.” The well known manager started as little Scarlett began to stir. 

“Scooter, sh! Scarlett is sleeping!” Bobbie, the overly protective uncle at only seven years of age, scolded the thirty five year old man. The room rumbled with laughter as the little boy pouted his lips and crawled back beside his father, lightly running his hand over the closed fist of his niece. 

“Sorry buddy.” Scooter whispered with a chuckle. “As I was saying; these choices are up to you both.” 

“What is it?” 

“Well, People US wants you both to do a four page interview with Scarlett and formally introduce her to the world. Get a interview with you both, pictures, etc., then, they want to then do a separate interview with Selena about the whole surrogacy situation..” Scooter explained. 

It was as if her worst fears had been confirmed. She felt her heart rate increase dramatically, her palms becoming sweaty, her chest becoming tight and her throat becoming dry all at the mere thought of being interviewed. She was scared – no – petrified. The idea of having her face, and her daughters, plastered on glossy paper that she once flicked through and felt hideous about herself, made her skin crawl. 

“It means that paparazzi won’t be throwing themselves at you both to get a picture of Scarlett, it won’t put any of you in danger and you can put the money you get for the interview into an account for Scarlett’s future instead of in the paparazzi’s pockets.” The manly managers voice persisted. He glanced to his side at his wife, who remained slumped in the chair with arms folded and nails tapping against her arms. 

“If it protects my daughter and Selena, then of course I want to do it.” Justin quipped, “There’s no doubt in that. What do you think, babe?” 

Selena remained still and silent, her unblinking gaze fixated on the shaggy rug beneath the table as the negative consequences rushed through her mind. She knew that Scarlett would never live an ordinary life, but she wished to make it as normal as she could and having her precious daughter’s face spread across a page at not even a week old, was never part of the normal plan. It scared Selena to the core. 

When dating her ex-boyfriend, Jake Daniels – the son of multi-millionaire, Richard Daniels – she stayed far away from his exclusive, famous life. She wouldn’t stand on red carpets at restaurant openings, nor would she attend anything that involved being put in the spotlight. She hated paparazzi, she hated fame and she hated being center of attention. 

“Selena? Babe?” The husky, concerned filled voice rang through her ears. Blinking and bringing herself back from the daydream, she licked her dry lips and looked at Justin. He frowned, lifting his hand and shifting another piece of fallen hair that had escaped her messy bun. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah–Yeah, sorry.” 

“Well, what do you think about the interview?” He asked, “Scooter has a point; the paparazzi won’t be throwing themselves at us to get a picture when it’s printed and we can use the money for Scarlett’s future..” 

Selena gulped, “I–I honestly don’t know..” she twisted her hands nervously and glanced over to her step-mother and father, who rocked his granddaughter and stared warily at his daughter. 

Robert and Natasha knew why she was acting like this. Justin knew why she was acting like this. Selena knew why she was acting like this. But Scooter didn’t. 

“Why don’t you know?” Scooter questioned, cocking a brow and looking at the nervous woman. 

As she opened her mouth to reply, she felt a reassuring squeeze on her hip bone and listened to Justin’s warm voice fill the air with the answer. 

“Because she don’t like the lights.”

She don’t like the lights..

It started as an innocent act of kindness for a couple who couldn’t have biological children,
now the entire situation had been flipped upside down. 
Selena Gomez wasn’t prepared for this life. 
She wasn’t prepared to live in the spotlight and she certainly was prepared for what was about to come.. 

it’s getting to the point where it’s too much for her.

                            Sequel to: “Pregnant For Them”

                                          Coming Soon!!!

ORIGINAL BY: butterflykisses

♥Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful, isn’t she precious, less than one minute old - Stevie Wonder | Isn’t she lovely♥

Author’s P.O.V

The hospital smelt of strong disinfectant, not bothering those around apart from the heavily pregnant woman leaning on the bed dressed in nothing but an itchy, thigh-length gown. The perfectly made, uncreased bed was now messed with the white sheets crumpled between her tightly closed fists as she groaned in pain. She had been here for no more than an hour and already she was wishing someone would just remove the human from inside her. 

On the other side of the room, watching the uncomfortable female arch in discomfort, stood a worried and anxious father-to-be. Each time he would try and comfort her, he would be pushed away and rudely told to ‘fuck off’. He was torn, his mind split in two – should he go against her wishes and soothe her, or should he do as he was told and stay away? His golden brown irises stared helplessly, his mind and body at a complete loss. 

A soft knock on the private, hospital door causing the attention of the two soon-to-be parents to lift. Smiling, a light haired female poked her head inside the air conditioned room with a red binder in hand. She stepped in, her white tennis shoes squeaking against the clean floor. Her uniform, consisting of matching blue scrubs with a pocket watch peeking from the chest pocket, drowned her hour-glass figure as she made her way to the foot of Selena’s bed. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you but we have a few family and friends in the waiting area that would like to see you.” She informed, hugging the binder to her chest like a teenager starting high-school. “would you like me to send them down or ask them to wait a while longer.” 

“Who are they–Ow!” Selena shrieked, the sharp feeling slicing into her abdomen again. Her added light pressure to the spot she repeatedly felt pain, wedging her bottom lip between her sparkling pearls and saving herself from crying aloud. 

“As of now we have Pattie Malette, Natasha and Robert Gomez, Jeremy Bieber and Ruby Williams.” The young nurse read from the scribbled ink of a ripped piece of paper, caught under the paperclip that overlapped the blinder. “we have checked ID cards and they are all legitimate.” 

“What do you think?” Justin asked, “you want them in?” his attention drawing away from the undeniably gorgeous nurse and to the bare face, sweaty woman who felt even more insecure. Rolling her eyes, she lent on her elbows and dropped her head forwards. 

“I’ve got bigger fucking things to worry about than who comes into the room!” She spat, letting out a groan of discomfort. 

Licking his lips, he glanced at the nurse. “Um, yeah could you send them down?” he asked in a quiet murmur. “and thanks for coming to tell us.” she smiled, flashing her perfectly straight and gleaming white pearls that needed to be whitened every day. She bowed her head and left the room, leaving Selena too growl at her exit. 

“Why don’t you go after her? I’m sure the janitor won’t mind you and Ms. flawlessly perfect going at it like rabbits in his closet.” The angry fume escaped the emotionally woman’s lips. Standing upright and whimpering at the small pressure, she awkwardly pulled herself onto the hospital bed and leaned back on the luscious pillow Justin had so kindly packed at last minute.

“What are you talking about?” Justin questioned, hesitantly stepping forward and approaching the hard looking hospital bed. 

“Oh please.” Selena scoffed, dragging the leopard print blanket over her legs. Again, Justin had generously packed the blanket at last minute when rushing into Selena’s room to grab the prepared hospital bags. He received no thanks, only nasty snaps from the hormonal woman. “I saw you undressing her with your eyes, I know you were practically having mental sex with her. Just go do it, you’re no use anyway.” 

He was hurt, wounded and incredibly upset but he remained stone faced. Gulping, he opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the door flying open and a bundle of people piling into the surprisingly spacious hospital room. Selena had refused to have Justin block of the entire floor like he wanted, instead she settled for having the biggest delivery suit New York Maternity had. 

“Oh sweetie.” Natasha gushed, throwing her tote on the nearest chair and embracing her stepdaughter. “I didn’t know you needed to go to hospital or else I would’ve left work when you rang. I’m so sorry darling.” 

Selena smiled, “It’s okay.” being released from the hug and smiled lightly. 

“Have your waters broke yet?” Pattie asked, stepping to the other side of Selena’s hospital bed. She grasped her hand, saying a silent prayer for the health of her granddaughter and her mother. 

“Not yet, if they don’t break naturally in the next hour then they’ll break them for me.” The fearful voice quivered, “which doesn’t sound too pleasant so I hope she won’t keep me waiting much longer.” 

“You’re going to do great kiddo.” Jeremy smiled from the foot of the bed. “Jazzy and Jaxon can’t wait, there practically bouncing of the walls back at the hotel.” 

“Bobbie’s the same.” The proud father of pregnant woman, grinned. He leaned over, pressing his lips to his daughter’s forehead and feeling the large lump rise in his tight throat; he couldn’t believe that he was about to become a grandfather. “love you, baby girl.” he murmured quietly into her head, giving her hand a squeeze and walking away, blinking and swallowing harshly. 

As she glanced around the room at the familiar faces, she craned her neck and furrowed her brows. She couldn’t find the tall, muscular figure that had refused to leave her side. She fluttered her eyes to the tall backed chair where the quiet Canadian sat previously, but found it empty. Her heart sunk, her lips forming in a frown as she cupped a hand below her stomach. 

“Where’s Justin?” She questioned, her neck still craning. She expected him to appear from behind his father, or walk from the ensuite bathroom, but he didn’t. 

“He stepped outside.” Jeremy said, running a hand over the back of his neck – a trait that Justin had gained if he was put it an awkward or nerve-wracking situation. “I think everything is just getting overwhelming for him.” 

Sinking deeper into the creased sheets and nipped her inner cheek. “Or he’s getting sick of being here with me.” 

Pattie hushed her soft, pushing back the fly-aways from her forehead. “Don’t be silly sweetheart, like Jeremy said, he’s just getting overwhelmed with the whole situation.” 

Jeremy lay a hand on her ankle, “You want me to go talk to him?” 

“Please.” She whispered. Jeremy nodded, smiling slightly as he turned on his heel and walked towards the heavy door. As his hand lay on the silver handle, Selena’s voice spoke up again. “Jeremy?” he peered over his shoulder, “tell him I’m sorry.” 

With his head firmly pressed between his hands, his mop of brown hair threaded through his long fingers and his bony elbows placed on his denim covered knees, Justin sat in the empty hallway with his brain working overtime. He thought about his daughter, and Selena., his career and fans, his new family and his life. Everything was speeding towards him rapidly and now, moments before he was about to become a father, everything was settling in. 

“Justin?” A familiar voice spoke, towering over his sitting figure. Raising his head, he eyes caught sight of the bulky, tattooed male who smiled, understanding what feelings his own son was going through. “you okay bud?” 

Justin nodded, breathing a shaky breath and raking a hand through his tousled hair. He sat upright, his back slumping against the plastic chair and the back of his head laying on the bare white wall. His hazel eyes closed, a sigh departing from his lips as his father took a seat on the spare chair beside him. Jeremy could see clearly how nervous his son was, from the bouncing of his knee to the way he constantly twisted his fingers – he recognised every single detail. 

“What’s wrong? What’s on your mind?” Jeremy asked, his voice low and quiet, and for his sons ears only. 

“I’m just – I’m just thinking about.. everything.” 

“Yeah? Like what?” 

“My daughter, and how to make her life as normal as possible. My career and how I’ll balance it with a child. My fans and how they’ll react when I won’t be able to give them every bit of my focus. My life and how changed it is.” Justin mumbled, “Selena and everything about her.” 

He was still reeling on being snapped at by Selena moments before their families had arrived. He knew it wasn’t her fault, she was in a great deal of pain and still had off-scaled emotions. But it still hurt. 

“Bud, all you need to be focusing on is your little girl. Don’t worry about your career of fans, they’ll all understand. All you need to worry about is being a good daddy and looking after your daughter.” Jeremy spoke, “I know what you feeling. I know what it feels like being sat here, having every scenario running through your head. I’ve felt them nerves, the scariness, the excitement, the happiness because I felt it with you and I felt it with Jazzy and Jaxon.” 

Justin stayed silent, listening intently to his fathers words of wizdom. 

“I was so worried when you were born. You were my first child and me and your mom weren’t in a good place. But that didn’t matter to me. What mattered was that my son needed a father in his life, he needed a role model even if I wasn’t exactly the greatest at that time. I was terrified from the second your mom told me she was pregnant, absolutely shitting myself. I was scared because I didn’t know if I was good enough, or if I was even capable of becoming a father.” 

“That’s how I feel.” Justin mumbled wearily. “just before you guys came into the room, Selena told me that I was no use and it crushed me, dad. If I’m no use to her, then what am I going to be like with my daughter? What if I’m no use to her either?” 

“That’s what’s got you so torn up?” 

Justin nodded, his lips forming a frown and his head dropping sadly. He looked at the clean tiles as he heard Jeremy sighing. A large hand clasped around his shoulder in a comforting manner. 

“Son, she doesn’t mean any of the stuff she’s saying nor will she mean any of the stuff until after the baby is born. Her hormones are scattered all over the place, she’s in a lot of pain and probably worrying herself.” The fatherly advice rang through the naive ears. “she doesn’t realise what she’s saying is hurting you, she’s just frustrated and sore. She probably meant that you were no use in that situation, because really no man is, not just you.” 

“You think so?” Justin mumbled foolishly, he rubbed his palms together and licked his lips nervously. 

“I know so. Remember, I am the one who’s been in your place three times.” Jeremy chuckled at the memory of his wives labour experience. “when Erin was having Jazzy, she was calling me all sorts of names but she didn’t mean any one of them. When she was actually giving birth, she was telling me how it was all my fault, the nurses said it was normal but it tore me up inside. When Jazmyn was finally born, Erin reassured me that anything she said wasn’t true and I’m certain that Selena will do the same.” 

As he took in his fathers wise words, he couldn’t help but hang his head in shame and stupidity. He didn’t think about what Selena must be feeling, or the pain she must be experiencing. He wasn’t used to being snapped at by the calm and collected woman, so when she barked at his innocent pass at the nurse, it came as a shock. Blowing out another sigh, he rubbed his temples and dropped his arms to his sides. 

“Selena says she sorry.” Jeremy spoke, breaking the silence between them both. “I’m not sure why she’s sorry, I can only assume it’s because she basically called you useless, but nonetheless she has apologised.” 

The guilt struck Justin’s stomach, his mouth becoming dry and yet another sigh emerging from his lips. “She has nothing to be sorry for.” 

“Unless you go in there and convince her otherwise, she’ll continue to think that whatever she has said or did, is her fault.” 

“You should get a job as a therapist, pops.” Justin joked, cracking a small smile. “and if I’m blessed with a son in the future, then I hope I can give him the advice you give me.” 

Jeremy’s lips lifted in a soft and gentle smile, his heart swelling and the back of his eyes pricking with tears. Shaking his head, he blinked and coughed, nudging shoulders with Justin and standing quickly. 

“You’re turning me soft,” Jeremy chuckled, brushing the back of his hand across both eyes. “now, get in there and prepare to have your life changed.” 

Justin stood tall, his towering figure matching his father’s colossal height. Still not meeting his sons gaze, Jeremy fixated his eyes on the vintage painting hanging above the four chairs. Justin walked past, approaching the door and grasping the handle, before his fresh blue supras halted. Turning his head, Justin glanced at his father who still remained to look away. 

“Hey dad?” His raspy Canadian voice rang out. Still not turning to face him, Jeremy glanced over his shoulder and nodded. Justin smiled, “thanks.” and like a gust of air, he disappeared. 

“I still think you should call her Ruby, I mean, what little girl wouldn’t like to be named after her favourite aunty in the entire world?” The exclaiming joke rolled from the outspoken dark haired woman. She stood with both fists resting on her hips, a teasing smile hiding behind the serious facade. Neither of the four women looked up at the quiet entrance, except Selena, who smiled shyly and silently motioned him over. 

“You okay?” She whispered as Justin stopped at her bedside. Her large, hypnotising orbs stared up in worry but melted into relief once she saw the small smile coat his plump lips. Being careful and hesitant with his actions, he tenderly brushed the short wisps of baby hair from her forehead and lay a hand on her bump that would soon disappear. 

“I’m great.” His voice whispered back. Timidly, they both smiled and shared a thousand words by a simple glance, that was until the loud, sarcastic voice broke the two up. 

“Justin, tell these people that you’re going to name the baby after me?” 

Justin chuckled, the tension finally being released from his body as Selena’s stomach vibrated with a giggle beneath his palm. The sensation was one he only hoped to experience again. 

“As much as we would love to name her after you, Ruby, we’ve actually got a few names picked out.” Justin chuckled. Only six weeks prior, when Selena finally pulled herself into agreeing to move in with Justin, he had found that tattered purple pocketbook he had seen weeks previously. They had sat on the couch the first night Selena moved in and scanned through the names, picking out their favourites and pairing them up with middle and last names – it came down to four names and only a few hours to decide what their little girl would be legally named. 

“You do?” Pattie gasped, clasping both hands together in excitement, “oh my! What are they?” 

“Sorry ma, you’ll need to wait until she’s born.” Justin smiled, “we haven’t officially settled on one.” 

Pattie sighed, “I guess I could wait.” 

Selena laughed at the puppy-dog expression she pulled, all too similar to Justin’s, then winced at the sharp pain in her abdomen. She squealed out, her eyes widening as Justin’s hand gripped hers and concern masked his face. 

“It’s okay.” He soothed quietly, “I’m here.” 

Those in the room watched the perfect scene and all inwardly thought if their relationship had made it to the next level. Of course Robert was thinking about the protective father talk Justin would earn, but it would nearly be as harsh as the past speeches where; he liked Justin and he like the caring relationship he had with his only daughter. 

“Um,” Selena stammered, her hands beginning to shake and her throat becoming dry. “I think you should go tell the nurse that my waters have broken.” 

His heart jolted as his golden orbs widened, “Fuck, really?” 

Her eyes fell into slits, as she pressed her palms against the bed. “No not really, I’ve just dropped an imaginary jug of water over the sheets. Yes fucking really!” with a hand pressing under her stomach she hissed as her first, real contraction started. 

Justin’s hand tugged at his hair, a breathy smile overcame his lips as his glossy eyes looked down at the bare face beauty. “It’s really happening.” 

“And if you don’t hurry up and get a nurse it’ll happen sooner than you think!”

* * *

She rolled in agony, tears trailing from the corners of her eyes as she lay on her side and gripped the sidebar. With his heart breaking, he could do nothing but watch the pain stricken woman. As the contraction subsided, her hand relaxed from the tight grip and she wiped her sticky cheeks. Justin gulped, licking his lips and standing from the chair he had pulled to her bedside. 

“You need a drink?” He murmured, pouring the cold liquid into the plastic cup. She barely nodded, her voice going mute as he handed her the cup of water. He took a seat on the thick mattress, hesitantly resting a hand above the monitoring band around her stomach and frowning. “I don’t like seeing you in this much pain.” 

“I don’t like feeling this much pain.” She whispered hoarsely giving him back the empty cup and relaxing back into the pillows. 

“I feel so helpless.” He sighed, “is there anything I can do?” 

“Tell your daughter to hurry up and get out.” She sarcastically answered. 

Justin chuckled and somehow it brought slight relief and comfort to the pregnant woman. He rubbed her stomach soothingly, tracing his fingertips along the side of her round bump as Selena continued to lie on her side. Her eyes drooping in exhaustion whilst Justin remained to trail his fingers along the cotton gown. His lips were still formed into a frown as he watched the sheer exhaustion past over her soft features. 

“I know you’re warm and comfortable in there princess, but you need to come out soon. I want to meet you, and so does mommy and the rest of your family but mostly, you need to come out so mommy doesn’t feel anymore pain.” Justin’s soft, Canadian rasp gently whispered to her bloomed stomach. Selena’s eyes remained closed but her ears picked up and listened intently. “I know it’s not your fault, but mommy’s real sore and I’m sure you wouldn’t do it on purpose. It’s been nine long months princess, and daddy’s getting impatient.” 

Grinning widely, he felt a jab against his palm. Selena chuckled lightly and tiredly as she peeled her hazel eyes open and glanced down at a smiling Canadian. His honey brown orbs sparkled with life and his cheek dimples appeared. The joy of becoming a father radiated from him, his excitement showing in every way possible; from his beaming smile, to his gleaming eyes. Selena felt the same emotions, but due to the incredible amount of pain, she couldn’t show it. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” Selena gasped, gripping the bed sheets and the sidebar, she cried loudly as a aching contraction ripped through her insides like a hurricane hurtling through a small town. Justin shuffled closer, gently prying her tight hold from the clean sheets and held her petite hand in his. As she tried to wriggle from his grip, he refused to let her slip.

“It’s okay,” He assured, “just squeeze my hand when you feel pain. It won’t make me feel half as bad if you inflict some on me.” 

He wanted to eat his words back as she crushed his knuckles in a deathly grasp. Two minutes past and the contraction subsided again, as Selena released Justin’s reddened hand, she blushed. 

“Sorry.” She murmured, watching as he stretched his fingers out. 

“It’s fine. It’s not half as bad as what you’re probably experiencing.” 

Within three short minutes, another sharp and painful contraction was occurring. Suddenly, as if a new switch was flicked in his head, he remember a brief paragraph from a baby book he read months ago. Laying his hand on her tailbone, he applied pressure by the heel of his palm and carefully rolled a circle. Certainly it didn’t make the pain disappear, but it certainly helped. As he continued his method, intensely watching the side of Selena’s face as her features began to untense. 

“Where’d you learn to do that?” She questioned. 

“One of them baby books.” He bashfully admitted, “I vaguely remember reading something about adding light pressure onto the woman’s tailbone and making small circles. It releases some of the pressure.” 

A faint smile etched onto her lips, “Well it worked. Thank you.” 

“Least I can do.” He murmured softly, raising his other hand but being persistent with the peaceful circles, he gently moved a few stray strands of her caramel mane from the side of her makeup free face. Tucking it behind her ear, his index fingertip traced her hairline absentmindedly until three knocks interrupted them both. 

Dr Green peaked her head inside the room, wearing her friendly smile as she glanced to the hospital bed. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” 

“Course not.” Justin cleared as he stood up. Selena sighed inwardly at the loss of contact, slowly turning onto her back and shuffling herself upwards. 

“I’m here to check up on baby.” She smiled. She looked at the sheet of paper clamped on the infamous clipboard that was always in her hand, and ran her eyes over the printed text. “you were five centimeters dilated an hour ago, correct?” 

Selena nodded, suddenly reaching for the siderail and wiggling her legs beneath the sheets as another contraction hit full force. She yelped and hissed through gritted teeth, groaning in agony as tears pricked her eyes – the pain was gradually becoming worse as each contraction past. 

“I see you’re in a lot of discomfort.” Dr Green sympathised as she slipped on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them against her skin. 

“Discomfort is when your leg goes numb, this is fucking agonising!” Selena yelled, a scream emerging from the pit of her throat as Justin stood and watched helplessly, again. His heart ached and he want nothing more for this painful experience to be over with. 

Selena talked about how labour pains would put a woman off having children, Justin saw it as hearing a woman – girlfriend, wife, fiancee or friend – scream in unbearable pain, it would put a man off getting a woman pregnant.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered quietly, brushing his knuckles against her arm as he feebly sat down in the hospital chair. He still remained close to her side. 

Breathing deeply, she couldn’t understand why he was apologising. 

“How far apart are you contractions?” 

“Every two minutes, if not less.” Justin answered quickly, his cheeks flushing red as both women looked at him. “sorry, I’ve been timing..” he sunk in the chair, concealing his lips into a firm line. 

“That’s great, it makes my job easier.” Dr Green joked. “if your contractions are close, I would say baby Bieber should be here in the next hour. Although I will need to check to see how far you’re dilated, babies tend to trick us sometimes. Is that okay?” 

Selena nodded, laying her head back and looking to the grey ceiling tiles above. She hated getting internally examined, it was uncomfortable but not nearly as uncomfortable as the harsh contractions. 

“Have you everything ready for this little one coming?” Dr Green questioned, wiping the sterilized equipment with a paper towel. 

“She’s got a bigger bag than me.” Selena muttered, after receiving a list of essentials they would need to bring to the hospital – diapers, clothes, towel, blanket, mitts and a hat, burping bibs, wet wipes, etc. – baby Bieber ended up needing a much larger bag than what Selena did. 

“I’m sure in the future she’ll always have a bigger bag.” Dr Green laughed, “now, ready?” 

Holding out his hand, Selena smiled faintly and rested her palm on his, nodding to the doctor. It was uncomfortable and awkward, but Justin’s eyes remained focused on Selena in a respectful way. As the small fifteen second examine finished, Dr Green grinned wide. 

“You ready to have a baby?” 

“What?” Selena and Justin both spluttered in sync, their eyes bulging and their mouths gaping. 

“You’re ten centimeters.” She said. Removing her gloves, Dr Green threw the crumpled latex into the disposable trash can and smiled. “you’re about to become parents.”

* * *

The anxious grandparents waited in a secluded side room, pacing the floors and tugging their hair as they awaiting to hear wonderful news. Being called back to the hospital just a mere thirty minutes ago, they all breathed a sigh of relief – finally after fourteen long and exhausting hours, baby Bieber was finally going to make her appearance. 

With her legs propped in stirrups, Selena felt a burning sensation tingle her female regions. Two nurses and Dr Green all stood around the room, preparing for the baby girl to be born. Justin felt the beads of worried sweat line his hairline as his throat tightened. It was time – his life was about to change.

“Alright daddy,” A small, plumped nurse spoke in her thick New York accent. “you wanna hold mom’s leg for support?” 

“Excuse me?” 

She chuckled deeply, laying a hand on Justin’s back and pushing him towards Selena. She grabbed Justin’s hand and rested it on the crook of Selena’s bent leg. 

“Are you okay with this?” Justin asked the frustrated and hot woman, 

“I don’t care, just don’t fucking stare.” She groaned. He knew what she meant by stare and he respected that– maybe it would’ve been different if they were intimate and conceived the baby naturally, but this was completely different. 

“Alright Selena, you ready to push for me?” Dr Green asked, sitting on the stool between Selena’s opened legs. Of course she felt self-conscious and incredibly awkward, but she was focused on pushing this child out and being pain free. “on your next contraction, I want you to give me a hard push. Okay?” 

Unlike the women screaming as they pushed, who could be heard from the reception and waiting area, who could even be heard from the elevator, Selena was quiet. She didn’t scream or yell, she simply tucked her chin to her chest and pushed with every ounce of energy she had. Her face was turning red, her hands clawing at the wrinkled sheets before clasping Justin’s free hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“And breath.” The experienced doctor instructed. Gasping for air, her head flew back into pillows as tears sat at the corners of her eyes. “you’re doing great, another hard push on your next contraction, okay?” 

She was riddled with pain as two more contractions crawled through her body. Pushing with each, the burning sensation grew as her muscles stretched. 

“Okay Selena, babys head is out. Two more pushes and your little girl will be here.” 

“I can’t do it.” She cried, shaking her head. “I’m too tired, it’s too sore.” 

“You can do it.” Justin reassured her. His hand still wedge under her crooked knee and his other locked with Selena’s, he pressed his lips to her sweaty temple and didn’t care about the strands of wet hair sticking to the side of her face. “you can do it, babe. I know you can.” 

Her heart fluttered at the nickname, flickering her sparkling gaze up and staring into his eyes. It was a like a scene from a fictional novel, only problem was, these two weren’t a couple like those novels made their characters to be. 

“You can do it.” He whispered. 

And she did. With two more pushes, a screech of pain and a sigh of release, the beautiful and musical cry of their angel filled the room. Justin’s eyes pinched, his gaze becoming glossy as they fixated of the beautiful little child being wiped clean of blood and mucus. 

“You did it,” his choked up, breathy voice spoke. “you did it, babe.” 

Suddenly, the small little body was placed on her chest. Her small mouth opened and let out a wail, her fists jolting and legs kicking healthy just like they were inside Selena’s stomach hours before. 

“Hi beautiful.” Selena whispered. Tears breaking from the tear ducts and rolling down her reddened cheeks. “I’m your mommy.” 

“She’s beautiful.” Justin croaked, proud and happy tears falling from his glistening irises. “and she’s ours.” 

With great reluctance, Selena tore her watery gaze from the calming newborn and looked up to the handsomely defined face. Both spoke a thousand words without one emerging from their lips. And slowly, Justin found himself following his what his heart was telling him for months. 

He gradually dipped his head, his eyes flickering between the beautiful hazel eyes to the perfectly plump lips. The darkness enclosed his vision and in a split second, their lips grazed with a feather-like touch. 

In that moment, their lives and relationship had changed forever. 

Slowly drawing backwards, both set of lips twitched into a smile and their focused then turned to their beautiful creation. Her gummy mouth stretched open with a yawn, her striking dark eyes searching absentmindedly as her bare body was cradled closely to her mother’s chest. 

“Daddy, you want to cut the cord?” 

Justin nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as he carefully took the special scissors from the nurses hand, following her instructions and cutting through the spongy string before handing them back and returning to his previous position. The small nurse who guided Justin before, gently lay a blanket over baby Bieber and smiled, murmuring a quiet congratulations before leaving with the tray of equipment that wasn’t used. 

“Have you got a name for her yet?” Dr Green asked. She removed the new pair of latex gloves and threw them in the same disposable trash can. 

“Scarlett.” Selena whispered. “Scarlett Sophia Bieber.” 

Doctor Green smiled gently, “That’s beautiful.” She glanced at the newborn in her mother’s arms, feeling her heart swell – she always had that feeling after delivering a baby but baby Bieber was different; the story behind one innocent little child, was different. “I’ll leave you three alone. The nurse will be here soon to get her cleaned up and weighed. Congratulations.”

As the door quietly closed, the room fell silent. Justin’s arm rested around Selena’s shoulder as he lay his hand on the white blanket where his daughter’s small shoulder was, the rough pad of his thumb gently smoothing over her soft cheek while he speechlessly watched down on his daughter. 

“She’s perfect.” He announced, brushing his fingerlips lightly against the small strands of light brown hair. “so perfect.” 

“She is.” Selena agreed, she raised her eyes and grinned. “we did good.” 

Chuckling, he nodded faintly. Like a moth being drawn to a flame, he wasted no time to lean down and conjoin their lips again. After months of having that empty, unknown hole in his heart, he finally felt complete with Scarlett and Selena. 

They were a family. 

A proper family. 

@justinbieber: Welcome to the family my beautiful Scarlett Sophia Bieber. - via instagram.

                                                THE END.    

                            Sequel: “She Don’t Like The Lights”

♥If I could take away the pain and put a smile on your face, baby I would, baby I would - Justin Bieber | I would♥

Autho’s P.O.V

“It’s so sore.” The heavily pregnant woman whimpered as she paced the wooden floors of the spacious penthouse. The boards were cold beneath her swollen bare feet, but still not easing the pain to the point she felt comfortable. With a hand tucked under her fully bloomed stomach, she tilted her head back and breathed deeply, hoping to control the pain ripping through her abdomen. “it feel like someone is constantly dragging a knife across every inch of my skin.” 

“Oh sweetie.” Natasha sighed helplessly. “if my boss wasn’t here right now, I’d be over as quick as I could.” 

Gripping the marble-top bar, she inhaled through her gritted teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. On top of the aching feet and ankles, and burning back sensation, she was suffering from fake contractions. She had read about Braxton Hicks in the many pregnancy books, preparing herself to feel mild discomfort but nothing to the extent of almost doubling over in agony. 

“What can I do to stop them, or at least make them be less painful.” Selena asked vulnerably, “the pregnancy books told me, but right now, my mind had turned to mush.” 

“Well, with Bobbie, I took a warm bath and soaked in it until the water went cold. I drank glasses of water and oh! And deep breathing, it didn’t make them disappear but it helped me deal with the discomfort.” Natasha instructed, “the bath definitely helped though, I’d recommend you to try it.” 

“O–okay.” She whimpered, inhaling and exhaling slowly and deeply. “Tasha..” 

The woman’s heart crumpled at the petrified voice of her step-daughter. Being forty-minutes away, she felt completely powerless at Selena’s time of need. Gulping back the rising lump in her throat, she coughed. “Yes sweetie?”

“I’m scared.” 

The two simple words that made Natasha’s heart break in two. She had treated Selena like a daughter, looked after her like she was blood from the moment she came into her life and now, hearing how frightful she was, she was on the verge of breaking down. 

“Oh honey.” She gasped, “you listen to me, okay? You’re going to stay strong and you’ll be alright, okay? Go and have a bath, fill it with loads of bubbles just like that night you accidently tipped the whole bottle of bubble bath into the water.” 

Selena giggled through the pain, for a split second she actually forgot about the situation she was in. “In my defence, I thought that because it was pink and glittery, I would turn pink and glittery.” 

“Instead you just flooded my bathroom!” Natasha laughed, “but anyway, you’re going to go and have a nice, relaxing bubble bath and practise your breathing. If it gets worse, ring me or Pattie, straight away.” 

“Okay.” Selena breathed, “I’ll uh, I’ll call you later.” 

“Okay sweetheart, love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

Leaving her phone on the kitchen counter, she held her large stomach and waddled to the bathroom, following the breathing exercises Natasha had instructed. Rubbing the spot the energetic little girl kicked, she smiled gently. 

“Just a three more days, princess.” 

The second the motherly-daughterly conversation ended between Natasha and Selena  the worried stepmother dialled a familiar number. The ringing tone buzzing through her ear as she shifted anxiously. 

“Hey Natasha.” The raspy Canadian spoke, “everything okay?” 

“Actually, no.” She replied, “Justin, I think you should get home to Selena now, she’s–” 

“What’s wrong, is there something wrong with the baby?” He panicked, shooting from his chair in the 8th floor office and grabbing his coat in a hurry. “why didn’t she call me? What’s happened, did she fall or has her waters broke?” 

“Calm down.” She interrupted. “Selena has been having constant Braxton Hicks since she got up this morning, she’s in a lot of pain and she’s really, really scared.” massaging her temples, she sighed softly, “I understand if you’re busy but–” 

“I’m on my way.” His hurried voice replied, repeatedly pressing the elevator button. “thank you for ringing me.” ending the call, he ran across the carpark and to his sleek range rover. 

In the one of the luxury bathroom, laying inside the jacuzzi bath with bubbles covering every crook of her body, except her bump and bent knees, lay a uncomfortable pregnant Selena  Breathing deeply through her oval shaped lips, her willed herself to relax. Suddenly, her closed eyes shot open at the booming voice calling her name, the door slamming and heavy footsteps banging against the floor. 

“Selena?” Justin called, taking a glanced in the living area and kitchen, “Selena, where are you?” pushing open the door to the laundry room and shutting it again, he reached the bathroom and flung it wide. “Selena– shit, crap–” 

With his hand shielding his eyes, Selena s entire face flamed red as she covered her female parts with her hands and arms. Her heart thumped as her body jolted, momentarily forgetting that she was heavily pregnant and undergoing a series of painful braxton hicks. She yelped as another rushed through her abdomen. Not caring about the mother of his child laying naked in front of him, or about the slap he would gain later, he threw himself onto his knees beside the tub. 

“Get out.” She choked, “I’m– I’m nake– ow!” 

“Right now, I don’t give a shit if you’re naked, you can hit me later.” Justin replied, rushing his words as he lay a hand on her exposed belly. “are you in labour?” 

“I don’t think so, my waters haven’t broke.” She breathed. 

“Scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?” 

“Seven.” She whimpered, “that’s not including the pain in my feet, ankles or back.” squeezing her eyes shut, her red painted toes curled at another ripple of pain. Justin’s heart crippled into a ball like a piece of paper as he watched the pain spread across Selena’s face. 

“You were suppose to be on bedrest.” He murmured gently, his thumb swiping across her wet skin. “why didn’t you call me?” 

“No offence but ringing a man, who knows nothing about pregnancy or having a baby, wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” She humoured, “how did you find out?” 

“Natasha rang me.” 

“Are you mad?” 

He shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he sat properly on the floor, his hand still resting on her bare bump. He couldn’t care that she was naked with a few measly bubbles covering her insecure body, he was far too worried about her constant wincing and hissing through tightly locked teeth. Selena noticed how he respected her by not looking at her bare body, focusing only on her face and not even glancing at her bump. 

“Of course not.” He truthfully replied, “worried, yes. Scared, yes. Terrified, heck yes.” blowing out a breathy laugh, he ran his free hand through his hair. “excited, hell yeah.” 

A small giggle broke from her lips as the pain disappeared for a few seconds, only to return with vengents. Yelping and jerking her knees, the high bath water swished and spilled over the edge slightly. Justin’s smile dropped, his forehead creasing and his lips forming a frown. 

“Are they getting worse?” 

“From this morning, yeah. They weren’t so bad when I got up, that’s why I didn’t mention anything to you before you went to work, but now it’s getting unbearable.” 

“I should go call Dr Green.” He murmured, “you think you’ll be okay for a few minutes?” 

She nodded, “I managed all morning and half this afternoon, a few more minutes won’t do any harm.” feeling guilty, he pulled himself from the bathroom floor and made his way out of the bathroom, digging in his pocket and retrieving his cell. Dr Green had been on speed dial from the first ever scan. 

“Hello, Vanessa Green speaking.” Her cheery, New York broad accent spoke. 

“Hey Dr Green, it’s Justin.” 

“Oh hello, soon-to-be daddy!” She piped, “how’s mommy and baby doing? Only three more days ‘til her due date, things shouldn’t be too long now!” 

He chuckled awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his heated neck as he paced the floor in the same manner Selena had an hour before. He could still hear the heartbreaking hisses and winces leaking through the gap in the bathroom door, it made his violently beating heart break silently. 

“You see, I don’t think the baby is going to wait another three days..” Justin trailed nervously, gulping back the anxious lump, he licked his lips and stopped by the large windows. As he looked down at colourful Times Square, realisation sunk in– Possibly, in a few hours, his beautiful baby girl was going to be born into this crazy world. 

“Selena is in labour?” Dr Green gasped. 

“That’s the thing, her waters have not broke but she’s in complete agony with bricks, no, broken, no–” 

“Braxton hicks?” The doctor giggled at the clueless man’s stumble. 

“Yes!” Justin exclaimed, “them things. She’s had them since she got up at eight, she says they’re getting worse and the pain is seven out of ten. I’m just– I’m at a loss, I don’t know what to do..” 

“Where’s Selena now?” She questioned, holding a finger up at the receptionist who entered with a opened mouth. 

“She’s in the bath.” 

“Alright well, I understand if that’s a way of trying to relax but she needs to get out as quickly as possible. There’s no way of knowing if her waters have broke if she’s in a tub full of water.” Dr Green explained, “if the contractions get worse in the next hour, or if they stay at the same excruciating level, bring her straight here.” 

“Okay.” He breathed, “wow, this is really happening..” 

Dr Green smiled, “Don’t be worrying, she and the baby will be safe.” pausing for a moment, she looked at the time. “remember, the next hour, okay? See you soon daddy.” 

“Yeah, thanks.. bye.” As he hung up the call, his arm dropping dead by his side, the knots bundled up in his stomach. The tears pricked his eyes, his head spun at the mere thought of becoming a father in a few measly hours. 

“Justin!” He heard a soft call, interrupting him from his whirlwind thoughts. Burying his phone back inside his pocket, he rushed back into the steamy bathroom and peered down at the nude woman. “could you get me a towel?” 

“Course.” He mumbled, reaching for the fluffy body towel laying over the silver rail. “uh, do you need help? I promise I won’t look if you do.” 

The blood rushed up her neck and attacked her cheeks, flushing her face with embarrassment, she inwardly cussed at how awkward their encounter was being. 

“Well, uh, if you could just hold it up until I stand up.” She blushed, crimson coating every inch of her face and neck. Sending her a reassuring smile, he shut his eyes and held the towel open, waiting for her to take it from his grip and wrap it securely around her body. 

Although this was no situation to be dirty minded, Justin couldn’t help but let a couple cheeky thoughts overcome his mind while he waited. He was soon snapped out of them when the towel was removed from his grip, however his eyes continued to be sealed shut unless told otherwise– he’d been brought up to respect someone’s privacy, especially a pregnant woman who was now living with him. 

“You can, um, open your eyes now.” Selena quietly mumbled with embarrassment. As his golden irises came back into her view, he couldn’t help but smile at the shy blush on the apples of her cheeks. “can you help me out?” 

Holding his hand out, he stayed quiet but remained smiling in a comforting manner. Mumbling a thank you, she set her palm in his and lifted her leg over the edge of the bath, climbing onto the cold tiled floor and wincing at the pain shooting through her feet. 

“I’ll leave you to get dressed.” He said, noticing the items of clothing laying on the bathroom counter. “I’m going to make a quick call but just call if you need me, okay?” 

With her bottom lip wedged between her teeth, her features scrunching at the pain, she nodded. Frowning, he again exited the bathroom and pulled his cell from his pocket– deja vu happening. 

To: Mom, Dad, Grampa, Gramma, Scooter, Robert, Natasha (at: 4:15pm) 
Selena having contractions, iv to take her to hosp’ in 1 hour if things dont get better. keep u all informed. Spread things around crew, friends & family. X

Whilst getting endless replies and good luck’s, Selena waddled from the bathroom now dressed in a comfortable and stretchy pair of leggings and loose tee that clung to her body like a tank. With a hand pressed on her lower back, she desperately tried to release some pressed by digging the tips of her fingers into her skin but failing. 

“I texted Natasha and your dad, just letting them know that we’ll need to go to hospital if things don’t subside in an hour.” Justin informed, not looking up from his phone. Selena lowered herself onto the couch, wanting nothing more than to cry with pain. 

“Okay, thanks.” She whimpered. Holding beneath her bump and pressing against the spot she felt most pain, she breathed deeply. “this would totally put a woman of having more children in the future.” 

“Women say that, but you haven’t been kicked in the jewels.” Justin laughed, holding his hands over the low crotch area of his jeans. “that is much worse.” 

Glaring, Selena looked at him incredulously. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Think about it, women say ‘aw I would love another baby’ even though they claim to go through an incredible amount of pain but you don’t hear us guys saying ‘aw I would love another kick in the balls’ do you?” He cockily said. Truth was, he did believe in that saying but he was simply trying to divert her mind from the sheer pain rippling through her body. 

“You want me to drive a monster truck over them, hit them repeatedly with a hammer, feed them to a German Shepard, stick nails through them then finally, twist them until they detach from your body and see who’s feeling more pain because that still would be me!” She argued. 

“Hey, hey, calm down, okay?” He smiled, “I was only saying that because you needed a distraction from the pain.” 

“Dick.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance. Her upside-down emotions made her like a ticking time bomb – say one thing wrong and you’re head will be bit off. Although she found it slightly cute that Justin tried to divert her mind away from the constant pain. She whined, shifting uncomfortably with back pain. 

“Apart from the stomach pain, what else is wrong?” He asked her with concern. 

“My back feels like it’s on fire, my feet feel like in treading on needles and my ankles feel like their being pricked with the tip of a thousands of knives.” She whimpered, biting her bottom lip as squeezing her eyes shut to save the welling tears overflowing. “it’s so uncomfortable.” 

“Here, put your feet here.” He said, patting his lap with a smile.

“What?” 

“Put your feet in my lap.” He instructed, leaning down and gently lifting them carefully from the floor. Shuffling sideways, she intensely watched him as he lay her bare feet in his lap. “is the pain all over?” 

Nodding, she was confused until his slender fingers began applying light pressure onto her skin, soothing circles from her ankle bones to her painted toes. With every muscle in her body, she held back a moan of pure pleasure. In minutes, the pain was disappearing and the swelling began to go down. Justin smiled, watching as her head rolled to the side and lay on the couch, her eyes falling shut in exhaustion. 

“You’re a miracle worker.” She mumbled through minutes of silence. Her hazel orbs came back into view as her lips twitched into a soft smile. 

He laughed lightly, “Normally, I would ask you to lie on your stomach but I don’t think it would work out.” he nudged his chin towards the hill of her stomach. “so you wanna sit up and turn away from me?” 

“Oh, Justin, that’s nice of you but you really don’t need to.” She smiled, yelping at the sudden slice of pain. 

“Nonsense, you need to relax.” He smiled, “besides, we’ve still got thirty-five minutes to spare before we get going.” 

Hesitantly, she nodded her head and slowly shuffled around, turning her back towards Justin and curling her legs beside her. Raising her top, a unplanned smile etched onto his lips at the sight of her tanned skin and back dimples. Kneading his thumbs between her dimples, he felt her body tense and flinch beneath his touch. 

“You okay?”

“Sorry, it’s sore.” She apologised, flinching again as his thumbs moved in a circle much similar to the ones he drew on her ankles. Less than five minutes after Justin began his relaxing massage, he felt Selena s body untensed and a soft smile etched across her lips.

“How’s that feel?” He mumbled quietly. 

Sighing, she smiled. “Perfect.” with a little more pressure, Selena s brows shot upwards as a unmistaken moan escaped her closed lips. She cheeks flushed red, her eyes shooting wide and clamping her mouth into a firm line. “sorry.” 

Justin smiled, “Don’t worry. It’s just nice to know you’re enjoying it.” 

Suddenly, her attention that was strongly focused on Justin’s magical hands, broke away as another powerful braxton hick hurtled through her stretched abdomen. Whimpering, she cupped her stomach and leaned forward. With concerned wrinkles appearing on his forehead, Justin carefully slipped his hands around Selena’s enormous stomach, laying his warm hands on each side of her belly button. 

“Braxton hicks or baby Bieber kicking?” He questioned, his minty breath fanning against her pierced ear as his thumbs stroked over the thin material of her shirt. 

“Both.” She whispered, “God, it hurts.” 

“Are you being a rascal, baby girl?” Justin’s soothing voice mumbled to the rounded bump, a cute smile hinging on his baby soft lips. “I know you want to come and meet us, we’re excited too, but mommy’s in a lot of pain right now so do you think you could be gentle?” 

As if the precious little girl knew exactly what he was instructing, she gave the gentlest kick and rested. Selena breathed a breathy laugh, peering over her shoulder to the smiling male. 

“Already a daddy’s girl.” 

He laughed, his chin unintentionally laying on her shoulders as they stared down at the bloomed stomach holding their precious little girl. The moment was like a scene from a romantic novel; the couple cuddled on the couch, awaiting the arrival of their child when in reality, it couldn’t be any more different. 

“Justin?” Selena’s small and timid voice croaked, breaking the silent atmosphere and making Justin’s thoughts come to a halt. Releasing from the position they were in, he cleared his throat awkwardly and scooted back. 

“Sorry.” He muttered. His mouth opened, the next words evaporating from his tongue as he saw her watery orbs peer into his. “what’s wrong?” 

Through the tears of happiness, fear and agony, she smiled. Both their worlds stopping in moments as the life changing words slipped from her chapped lips. 

“It’s time.”

♥Change, change your life, take it all - Little Mix | Change your life♥

“Bieber confirms break-up and slams his ex-partner.

Justin Bieber (22) has confirmed the shocking break-up with his longterm girlfriend and US model, Hayley Grim (24).

But this a story that we never see in hollywood – Bieber left Grim standing at the Altar!

Bieber held a press conference in downtown New York earlier this week with managers Scott Braun and Alison Kaye, where he spoke up about his traumatic wedding incident and claimed that he was “brainwashed and completely heartbroken.” when finding out new information about his soon-to-be wife.

Whilst Bieber wasn’t clear about what exactly it was that caused him and Grims to split, he told us that “her actions were disgusting, I’ll never ever be able to forgive her or even look at her the same.”

We are left wondering what shameful act Grim committed to have Bieber despise her so much. Whatever it was, we only hope that the two know what they are doing for baby Bieber’s sake.”

Justin’s P.O.V

“Oh my God!” I heard a shriek of horror yell from the bathroom. My body jumped in instinct, my feet running down the small hallway and skidding to a stop at the opened white, woodchip door. My heart hammered, my breathing erotic as my lungs gasped for air – I was definitely slacking in my fitness.

“What happened?” I panted, “what’s wrong?” 

With her black cami rolled up beneath her breasts, her red maxi skirt tucked beneath her blooming seven-month-pregnancy bump, she stood sideways and stared into the vintage gold mirror. She whipped her head around, her mouth gaped and her hazel eyes glaring wide as she pointed to her bare stomach, the faint lines of moisturizer that she hadn’t rubbed in properly still visible. 

“I’ve got a stretch mark, an actual stretch mark!” She exclaimed, jabbing her finger at her skin. My tight chest released in relief, my eyes turning into slits as I glared at her. 

“You nearly gave me a heartattack! I thought the baby was coming!” I breathed, shaking my head and walking further into the cool room. “let me see.” crouching in front of her, my eyes trailed over her soft skin and landing on the very, very faint pink line inches below her belly-button. I chuckled, the rough pad of my thumb skimming over the squiggly line. 

“Don’t laugh.” She whined, “I can’t believe I actually got a ugly, stupid, disgusting–” 

“Hey,” I interrupted, standing upright. “don’t say that your body. You can barely even see it.” 

“Yes you can.” She murmured, “and it’s going to get worse, then more will appear and soon my whole stomach will be covered. Then, after the baby is born I’ll be left with a saggy, marked belly.” her lip quivered although the threatening tears never fell. 

I frowned, nipping at her chin and raising her head. Her hazel irises glistened with liquid and the small, chin dimple appearing in the center of her chin. I brushed my thumb against her jaw, staring deeply into her watery orbs in a hope to comfort her without pushing boundaries that were easily broken. 

“Stop putting yourself down.” I muttered softly, “that little stretch mark is barely recognisable, as for your stomach when the baby is born, you can always work for it to go back to it’s previous shape. Not right away, obviously, but over-time, there’s no rush.” 

She huffed, “Yeah right, you do realise how famous you are? The media will be like vultures trying to get a picture of me after baby Bieber is born and when they do, I’ll be criticized for not losing baby weight in the first week, just like they did with Pink and Jessica Simpson.” 

“Is that what you’re so worried about?” I questioned. Blowing a sigh between her glossed lips, she nodded timidly and avoided my worried gaze. “Selena, why didn’t you say something before now?” 

“Because I didn’t have stretch marks before now.” She grumbled lowly, “I took that as a bonus and pushed the saggy thoughts to the back of my head, but now, I’m going to be a wrinkly, saggy, twenty-two year old mother with skin like a Elephant. What person would even give me a second glance?” 

“You’re really insecure about this, aren’t you?” 

Faintly, she nodded her head and diverted her eyes to the tiled floor. I sighed, inwardly slapping myself for being so stupid and missing all the clear signs. How could I miss them? 

“Listen, I don’t want you beating yourself up or putting yourself down so why don’t we stop by the pharmacy on our way to the baby store and pick up some of that bio-oil crap? That’s suppose to get rid of stretch marks, although I don’t think you need it.” 

She rolled her eyes, taking a last glance in the mirror at her expanded stomach before tugging her top down at covering her skin that she seemed so disgusted in. Reaching for the lotion, she mumbled something incoherent and chucked it inside the cabinet hung over the sink, slamming the door in a huff. 

“I don’t understand how it even got there!” She exclaimed, waddling from the bathroom with me in tole. “I lotion everyday and from I was pregnant, twice maybe even three times just to avoid situations like this!” 

“Selena, you can’t stop nature from happening.” I told her, watching as she grabbed her biker vest and slipping it on. “personally, I find it cute.” 

Her lightly makeup traced face masked in a look of bewilderment and perplexity. I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders and burying my hands inside the depths of my pockets. 

“How in this world do you find long, disgusting looking marks smeared across someones skin, cute?” She claimed incredulously, shaking her head and causing a few strands of her caramel wisps to fall over her groomed brows. “you’re either blind, or crazy, or both.” 

I chuckled, “Actually, I’m neither.” sitting on the arm of her beat-up couch that was pleading to be thrown out, I intertwined my fingers and licked my lips. “I just think it’s cute because it shows that our daughter is growing healthy.” 

“And when they scar?” 

“Then it shows that you have carried a beautiful child.” I stated. “it’s your body and nobody will tell you what to do with it but all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t stress about something that you can barely see.” 

She exhaled through her nose, her lips still firmly saying in a frown. Curling her fingers around the strap of her bag, she hauled it into the crook of her arm, her free hand resting on her high stomach. 

“Come on, we better get going. If Ruby’s left waiting, she won’t be happy.” She mumbled aloud. 

“What about the pharmacy?” I questioned, following the heavily pregnant woman out into the hallway. “Don’t you want to stop by there first?” shutting the apartment door, I walked side-by-side with the waddling female. 

“No.” She sighed, “but, if they get worse and more visible, I’m getting straight down to the pharmacy and buying all the bottles of bio-oil on the shelves. Deal?” 

I smiled, “Deal.” 

* * *

“Everytime I see you, I get more and more excited!” Mom grinned happily, flinging her arms arounds Selena’s aching shoulders; she had complained all morning about the pain in her shoulders and in her back. “how’s my little granddaughter doing? I hope she’s not kicking too hard like her daddy did, I often thought he was going to break a rib of mine. Jeremy had a feeling he’d become a boxer.” 

Selena giggled, sneaking a glance towards me with a grin. “Thankfully she hasn’t gained that trait. Although, I don’t need an alarm clock any more, missy here decides when I should wake up.” she rubbed the top of her blooming stomach, a soothing smile painted on her red tinted lips. 

Mom laughed, removing her hand from Selena’s bump and crossing her arms. “At least you’ll know she’s an early riser.” 

“She definitely must gain that trait from her mother, because it’s definitely not from me.” I interrupted, causing the attention from the two women to draw to me. 

“You can say that again.” Mom laughed causing Selena to giggle. She rose on her toes and took a glance over her shoulder, peering through the gleaming windows. “is that Ruby and Natasha?” 

The two women walked towards the store chatting amongst each other, but as the approached the entrance, Ruby grew impatient with the crowd and pushed through the sea of paparazzi, shoving them with carelessness and entering the store with Natasha following.

“Rubs’, Tasha’!” Selena called across the store, waving her hand in the air and drawing her best friends and step-mother’s attention.

“They seriously need to learn some manners.” Ruby grumbled in annoyance, giving Selena a friendly hug. “I felt like breaking their stupid cameras.”

“Welcome to my world.” I joked, “Ruby this is my mom, Pattie. Mom, this is Selena’s best friend, Ruby.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Ruby smiled, 

“You too honey,” Mom replied with her socially smile. “now that we’re all here, we should get some shopping done!” she beamed with excitement, clapping her hands as we laughed. 

“Mom, I think you’re more excited than us.” I chuckled. She simply shrugged and grinned childishly. 

The entire store was filled with every baby essential parents would need; from cribs, to strollers, to car seats, to baby monitors, to bottles, to clothes, to things that I wasn’t even sure what they were for. 

“This is adorable.” The pregnant woman cooed, her hand grasping the handle of a iCandy stroller and pushing it forward then hauling it back. “I don’t like the colour though, it’s too bright of a pink..” 

“I agree, but this is perfect.” I grinned, moving two strollers down and grabbing the joined handle of the exact same stroller only in purple. 

“Now that, is adorable.” She beamed, “and it’s different. Normally if the parents knew the sex, they would chose the traditional pink for a girl and blue for a boy. But honestly, I don’t like going for the cliche style.” 

“Me neither.” I smirked, “gotta say, I think our daughter would look very swaggy in this.” 

A burst of musical laughter broke from within her, echoing through the almost empty shop. 

“Okay, one: you need to stop saying that baby Bieber will be swaggy–” 

“Why do you keep saying that?” I muttered causing her forehead to crease in confusion. 

“Saying what?” 

“Baby Bieber instead of our daughter..” I mumbled, “everytime you mention her, you refer to her as baby Bieber and never ‘daughter’. I just wonder why? I mean, she is yours, she’s got your blood and possibly more of your features.” 

She dropped her gaze, her hand slowly falling from the cushioned handle and to her side. Her upper set of teeth latched over her lower lip as her innocent orbs scanned the surrounding area quickly. 

“Because I don’t feel like she’s mine.” Her quiet voice squeaked. 

“What are you talking about? Of course she’s yours.” 

“I know that but it doesn’t feel like it.” Again, her voice was quiet and barely audible. “I spent six months convincing myself that she wasn’t going to be mine and I was coming to terms with that fact but now everything has flipped and I’ve got just under two months to learn how to be a good mother.” 

“You’re already a good mother.” I replied, touching her elbow. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about what you must be feeling.” 

She shrugged, “It’s fine, you’ve had a lot on your plate to worry about me.” 

Before I could reply, her pregnant body waddled away. I stayed standing for a moment, cursing at myself again at how stupid I could have been – of course she didn’t feeling like our daughter is apart of her, she came into this deal thinking that in nine months she would give a baby up and return to her normal life but now that’s not the case; not even close. 

“That’s so beautiful.” Selena murmured, her fingertips tracing along the curve, white crib. She was right, it was beautiful. Already, I was envisioning my perfect little girl lying inside, gurgling up as I watched over her perfect little figure. 

“That is our newest, unique crib.” The older saleswoman spoke, stopping by our side with her hands clasped together and a cheek-aching grin on her lips. “it’s the classic Chelsea Sleigh crib, it has hand carvings at the base of each side giving it the ultimate vintage/victorian look. The undercoat comes in a range of coloured satins and for and extra fifty-five dollars, the bedding will be included.” 

Selena was captivated, the tips of her slender fingers continuing to run across the smooth wood as she took in the information fed by the experience saleswoman. Unlike the one in babyramma, she actually communicated with us like we were humans and not dirt under her shoe. 

“How much is it?” Selena asked, a small smile tingling her lips as her left hand rested on the top of her bump. 

“two-five-five-two.” 

Selena almost choked, her eyes widening like saucers and her jaw hanging slightly ajar. “twenty five-hundred bucks?” the woman nodded with a smile. “wow, uh, thanks but I think we’ll look for the cheaper–” 

“Is it possible to get a name carved in the sides?” I asked. Selena whipped her head to me, her eyes holding confusion as the woman smiled and nodded again. 

“Well there will be an extra two-hundred dollar expense and it will take to a week because it needs to be sent to our store in Brooklyn, but it is possible.” She said, “do you have a name?” 

“We haven’t decided yet, but I definitely want the name carved into the side, is it possible to buy this now and come back when we have a name picked?” 

“Certainly, I’ll just go and put it in the book.” 

With that, she turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction. Suddenly, a jab was felt on my bicep making me grab the spot and glare at Selena; who ironically was glaring back. 

“What was that for?” 

“You just spent over two-thousand bucks on a crib!” She exclaimed, “I don’t have that kind of money, or even half of that! What the hell? Move, I need to go and look at much, much cheaper ones.” she shoved me gently, pushing me to the as she walked towards the three-hundred and downwards cribs. 

“Why are you looking for another?” 

“You said you wanted to bring her up together, right? Well I’m sorry but unless you want her to sleep on the floor when she comes and stays at mine then I think I should being looking for a crib to say at my apartment.” She huffed, “man, why does this stuff need to be so expensive?”

“Uh, well, I wanted to talk to you about that.” I sighed, raising my hand to the back of my heated neck and rubbing it awkwardly. Her eyes turned briefly from the cribs before snapping back to them in a hurry. “I don’t want my daughter being brought up in two separate homes like I was. I want her to have her mom and dad under one roof like I had visioned.” 

She laughed a sarcastic laugh, “So what, you want me to move in with you or something?” 

Chewing my inner cheek, I kept silent and watched as realisation washed over her. Her eyes went wide, the price tag slipping from her fingers as she stared in surprise and shock. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

Slowly, I shook my head. “I’ve been thinking about it for around two weeks now and well, I know that you’ve been struggling to pay your bills on the small bit of maternity money you’re getting from work and if you move me then you won’t need to worry about that. We don’t need to be apart from our daughter for hours or possibly days at a time, we don’t need to do late night or early night runs to drop her off at each others house. And if I’m one-hundred percent honest, I’m not the biggest fan of living alone.” 

“And if either of us find partners or go on dates and bring that person home?” She fired, “what would happen then?” 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it but as for now, the only female I want to focus on is my daughter.” 

She sighed, “Justin, I–I really don’t know, it’ll be weird. We don’t know what it’s like to live together and you just broke up with Hayley less than a month ago.. it just– it’s all moving so fast.”

I stepped forward, boxing her against the metal framed crib and licking my lips slowly. The temptation of leaning down and pecking her precious pink lips was overbearing, but managing to fight it off and pull my gaze away from her slight part cushions, I stared honestly into her sparkling orbs. 

“Live fast, die young.” I muttered, “if it doesn’t work out, fair enough, I’ll buy you an apartment in the same complex as me but just give it a try, if not for me then for our daughter. Think about what is best for her.” 

I could see the look of concentration on her worried features as she looked down at the bump restricting me from moving closer to her. My heart fluttered at the thought of my princess being inside there, safely tucked away before entering this big, bad world in ten short weeks. Oh how I couldn’t wait for her to be here. 

“So?” I coughed, slipping my tongue over my lips. “what do you think?”

♥You can take my heart like a criminal, won’t you make me believe I’m the only one? - Conor Maynard | Animal♥

Selena’s P.O.V

“This is becoming utterly ridiculous!” My fury filled voice ranted loudly as I paced the floors of my pokey apartment. “I’m being made out to be the bad one, the homewrecker when none of this was my fault. I’m as much as a victim as Justin, sure not in the same way but still!” 

“I don’t agree with it either but you need to calm down before you end up back in hospital again.” Ruby ordered sternly, her green orbs intensely watching my pregnant body waddle across the dusty floor boards. “look, the media twists ninety-nine percent of the stuff they write so obviously Justin’s fans will think poorly of you right now but when he tells the world what the truth is, then everyone will lay off.” 

Resting a hand against my forehead, I sighed deeply and stopped in my tracks. After reading endless articles about the ‘Jayley’ break-up, my emotions had been rising and falling dramatically. Rumour after rumour, lie after lie, hate after hate spilled into view everywhere I turned; magazines, E! News, the Soup, etc. On a few occasions, instead of being labelled as the baby-mama, I was known as the homewrecker. Justin assured me that it would all disappear in a few weeks once he has a press conference, but being six months pregnant and emotionally drained, weeks felt like months. 

“I just don’t know what to do anymore.” I whimpered, the tears welling in my clear orbs. “I feel like going into hibernation, not coming out until all of this has disappeared.” 

She frowned, standing up from her place on the couch and walking towards me with opened arms. She wrapped me in a friendly embrace, doing her best to hug me with a bump restraining my every move. 

“It’s going to be okay, you know that? Because in just fourteen weeks you’re going to be a mom to a beautiful little girl and she’s going to be the only one who matters. She’ll be the apple of your eye, the sun to your rainy day and nobody will be able to take that away from you.” She softly spoke, stepping away with her hands on both my shoulders, she smiled. “plus, your daughter has one hot daddy.” 

Laughter broke from my lips, the tears vanishing in seconds as I wiped my sticky cheeks. As Ruby stepped back, reaching to the floor and grabbing her scarlet red handbag and black leather jacket, she flicked back her glossy black hair and pulled the strap onto her shoulder, tucking the tote beneath her armpit. 

“Listen, I need to get to work, boss is calling me in for an important meeting.” She said, rolling her eyes and sighing gently. “I can only imagine why, though.”

“Are you going to get fired?” I questioned, wobbling behind the curvy woman. Jealousy and envy fired up my veins as I eyed the perfect figure of my best friend with Kardashian curves and Jennifer Lopez’s booty. With no diet and barely any extreme training, I always cussed the fact Ruby was blessed with a envious body I so badly craved. Now I was preparing myself to sag like an old lady once this baby is born. 

“Most likely, I did go through private and confidential files to get her information.” She replied, stepping out into the stuffy hallway. “but I won’t know until I get there. All I do know is that I’ve to go into the office, which nobody does unless there is some serious consequences.” 

“Well be sure to text me when you find out, okay?” 

“Will do, I’ll see you later.” She smiled, as she walked halfway down the hall, she spun on her heels and walked backwards with a wicked grin. “and remember, if them papas’ keep pestering you, stick your middle finger up and tell them you don’t give a fuck!” 

Rolling my eyes, she gave a two finger wave and disappeared into the elevator as I returned to my safe haven. With my hand planted on my lower back, I wobbled into the living room and to the window. Across the road, sitting atop of their car bonnets or sitting on the sidewalk with cameras in hand, were the awaiting paparazzi, ready to pounce like cheetahs when I leave. 

My attention drew away from the grown men and to the buzzing phone laying on the coffee table. Justin’s name flashed in bold letters. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, are you okay? You sound a little deflated.” He replied, his words laced with concern. 

“Yeah, sorry, there’s just a lot of paparazzi outside.” I mumbled, rubbing my temple. “their little group seem to be growing excessively and if I’m not mistake, their cameras seem to be getting bigger.” 

I heard him sigh deeply, “God, I’m sorry that you’re being put through all this.” I could imagine his forehead creasing in worry. “I can’t even take to twitter or facebook and announce anything, I’ve been told by my management to keep quiet until the conference next week.” 

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” I mumbled, “did you call me for anything specific?” 

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Uhm, are you doing anything right now?” He asked. 

“Other than being treated like a punch-bag by this little madam inside me, no, not really.” I joked, rubbing the spot on my lower abdomen where baby bieber continuously kicked fiercely. “why?” 

I practically heard the smile creep into his voice as I spoke about our daughter. “She playing up, huh?” 

“From eight-thirty this morning.” I grumbled, “I don’t need an alarm any longer, she wakes me up when she thinks I’ve slept too long.” 

His musical laugh burst from his fresh lips, “She’s an early bird then, eh?” 

“Definitely.” 

“Something to look forward too.” He joked, “anyway, I’m getting off track again. I was calling to ask if you were free to come to a meeting with me.” 

My brows furrowed, “A meeting? Of what kind exactly?” 

He paused, drawing the silence out for much longer than necessary. “Well, uh, with Maria Kemp.” as my stomach churned unpleasantly, I fought of the feeling to end this call. “we need to talk about our new situation..” 

My heart accelerated as negative thoughts rushed through my mind. What if she were to tell us that we couldn’t raise the baby together, that Justin and Hayley would need to do that. After all, their names were printed on the contract that legally binded them be the child’s parents. Could my heart take that massive blow of knowing my daughter would be taken away from me after having my hopes built up on raising her? 

“Selena?” His rasp broke me from the train of unhelpful thoughts. “are you still there? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah.” I croaked, clearing the lump from my throat. “sorry – daydreaming.” 

“It’s okay, do you want to talk about it?” He sincerely questioned. I heard him murmur something followed by a door open and close. “I’m alone now, we can talk about whatever is on your mind.” 

Licking my chapped lips, I breathed deeply. Was I ready to spill my heart out to him? Was I ready to tell him that I had grown attached to this child inside my stomach and that I was worried incase his ex-fiancee came and took her away from me? Was I ready to tell him that I didn’t want to see him and Hayley bring up our child incase they got back together, incase he fell into her manipulated trap.

Of course not. 

“I’m just – thinking about something Ruby said earlier. She might be losing her job today, I’m just worrying.” I lied gracefully, holding my voice steady and confident. 

“Oh, is that all?” He questioned, as if he knew I was hiding something. 

“Yeah, sorry. Uhm, about that meeting though.. do you think it’s a good idea me being there? I mean, you know my background with her, I don’t think she’s going to be particularly thrilled with the idea of me being apart of baby Bieber’s life.” 

“She’ll need to deal with the fact that you are her mother and you will be apart of her life.” He sternly replied, a slither of anger seeping into his Canadian rasp. “she can try and stop you, but there’s no way in hell that she’ll succeed. You just need to stand up to her for once, be the leader of your own life.” 

The belief and sureness in his voice made my insides tingle and my toes curl. My rollercoaster shot up as the butterflies fluttered around my stomach.

“Will I meet you there?” I muttered lowly, unable to trust my breathless voice. 

“Of course not, I’ll come and pick you up.” He interrupted, a crumple of paper and rubbing of fabric filled the background. “I’ll see you in around ten minutes? Don’t wait outside, I’ll come up. I don’t trust the paparazzi.” 

“Okay.” 

As we hung up, I struggled to reach for the nude, studded flats buried beneath the coffee table where I had discarded them earlier today. Leaving the maternity denim shirt open and revealing the cute ‘Hands off the bump’ t-shirt, I slowly rose to my feet after grasping the couch arm for support. Even the simplest tasks were becoming more and more challenging. 

The group of grown men held their cameras up, basically diving in the middle of the road as they caught sight of Justin’s expensively flashy karma fisker rolling down the street. He pulled up in front of the complex, stepping out into the sea of blinding lights and locked his car, rushing inside and getting out of view. Already I was picturing the absurd headlines. 

Waddling to the door, I waited until the soft, secret knock sounded before opening. After paparazzi entered the apartment complex under a week ago, searching for my home – in which they didn’t find. – I had been put under a strict rule by Justin, Pattie and Scooter to not open the door unless being notified, checking the peephole or hearing the secret knock made up by Justin. 

“Jeez, I didn’t think there was that many.” He breathed, following me inside and shutting the door behind. 

“Yeah I know, their little clique has grown since the wedding incident.” I grumbled, removing two vitamin tablets from the bottle and swallowing them quickly with my nose scrunched at the feeling. 

“They’ll go away soon, I promise.” He said softly. I smiled gently, thanking him silently. “you ready to go?” 

Grasping the handle of my Louis Vuitton bag, I nodded and began waddling to the door. I heard him chuckle under his breath, causing my attention to draw and my brows furrow in confusion. 

“What?” 

“Don’t get mad, but you’re walking like a penguin.” He choked with a chuckle. He sucked both lips between his teeth, clenching them together as he tried to conceal a smile. 

I glared jokingly, “You’re so lucky I’m in a happy mood right now or else I would’ve rip your head of by making that comment.” 

“I’m sorry, but it is funny.” He laughed earning another glare. He sealed his mouth shut, cutting his laughter of and childishly pretending to lock his closed lips. Rolling my eyes, I nudged his arm as we rode the elevator down to the empty lobby. I groaned at the sight of cameras. “it’s okay, just keep your eyes down and mouth shut.” 

Obeying his instructions, I fixed my eyes on the concrete ground as Justin guided us into the swarm of reporters. 

“Selena, how does it feel knowing you’re a homewrecker?” 

“Has this been the plan all along?” 

“Are you even a surrogate mother, Selena  Are you sure that baby isn’t just a result of a one night stand a few months back?” 

My heart hammered quickly as anxiety crept into my calm body. I found it hard to keep my breathing at a normal pace when enclosed in a small space, being surrounding my annoying people trying to get a picture for a few bucks. 

Justin held open the door, helping me in and securing it shut. Shielding my face with my hands, I tilted my head to the floor and waited for Justin to take off. 

“How can you handle that?” I questioned, removing my hands and relaxing my tense posture into the comfortable seat. “having people crowd you to get a lame picture, having people watching your every move.. It would drive me insane.” 

“I won’t say you get use to it, ‘cause you really don’t. It gets tough, especially when you just want to relax and do something normal, there is someone popping out of a bush or from behind a car trying to get a picture just to earn money.” He replied, glancing quickly towards me before snapping his eyes to the road. “some of them are actually okay, they would back of if asked but then there’s the others who are constantly in your face.” 

“I couldn’t deal with them in my face constantly. Do they not realise that I’m pregnant and that I could bite their faces of it one of them said something wrong?” 

He laughed, “Obviously not.” 

After fifteen more minutes, we had arrived at the tall skyscraper building. Justin parked his luxurious car in the free parking space, ordering me to wait whilst he ran and opened the door for me. I smiled at his kind act, the true gentleman showing. 

“Is it too late to run?” I mumbled, stepping inside the spacious metal box and pressing the seventeenth button. Justin laughed humorously as I leaned my head against the cool, marble like wall and breathed deeply, my eyes closing in the process. 

“Hey,” He murmured, his presence towering over me. His finger nudged my chin lightly, causing me to open my eyes and stare into his flawless honey golden irises. “it’s going to be okay, alright? I won’t let her talk to you in a way that will make you upset. But you need to help me out too. You need to find a voice and finally put her in her place, she doesn’t need to be a grandmother to her, she doesn’t even need to visit because Natasha will make up for that, but you need to speak your feelings.” 

Exhaling a shaky sigh, I felt my eyes fill with unwanted tears. “For fuck sake.” wiping furiously at my waterline, I shook my head. “I hate having fucked-up emotions.” 

He laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulder and guiding me out onto the marble white floor. I felt the receptionist eyes on us both as we walked down the plain hallway, passing endless amounts of doors until we reached hers. 

“Enter.” Her muffled voice spoke through the heavy oak door. With a smile of reassurance, Justin grasped the doorknob and pushed open. The heavy smell of cinnamon filled the air, trying to clear up the aroma of cigarette smoke that was still lingering. “Ah, Mr Bieber, Miss Gomez. I’ve been expecting you. Is Mrs Bieber not joining us?” 

Justin tensed, “I’m presuming you mean Miss Grim, and no, she won’t be. Ever.” he pulled out my chair, his hand resting on my back as I sat. “that’s why we’re here.” 

Maria – who didn’t deserve the title, mom. – watched on in curiosity. She closed the file, intertwining her fingers and laying them atop of her glass desk. “Go on.” 

“Hayley and I are no longer together.” He spoke confidently. “we are not married nor are we living together. I have found out some devastatingly heartbreaking things that broke all trust I had built with her. But none of that matters, what matters is that Selena and I have came to the decision of raising this child together and becoming a stable family for our child.” 

Maria kept her face hard and emotionless, the look in her eye causing me to divert my gaze with nervous knots appearing in my stomach. Justin kept assertive, his eyes firmly laying on the cold-hearted woman in front of him. 

“That is not going to happen.” She said, “for many different reasons.” 

“And why’s that? Because you’re a cruel woman who doesn’t want her daughter to have a family of her own?” Justin spat angrily. 

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like that.” 

“Can you blame me?” He questioned through gritted teeth. “you’re a disgrace. How could you sign your only daughter up to become a mother without her consent? How could you snatch away her teenage years like that? How could you steal her money and leave her in debt?” 

“That is a private matter I’m not willing to discuss with you.” She sneered. 

“And why would that be? Huh. Maybe because you know it’s the truth and you’re too shallow to own up to it.” He irately said. 

“I’m not speaking to you about this, it is none of your business.” She replied, sticking her nose in the air. “it has nothing to do with me or her, it’s to do with the child in her stomach, the child you and Hayley both signed to bring up together. You cannot break a legal contract.” 

“So what are you trying to say? That the mother of my daughter, the biological mother of my daughter, can’t be involved in her life? Because I’m almost one-hundred percent certain that anybody on this planet will tell you that the biological parents are allowed to be apart of a child’s life and nobody, not even someone as snobby as you, can stop that.” 

“Exactly.” She stated. “she’s a surrogate, not a mother. She’ll never be.” 

“But she is!” He roared, shooting from his chair and slamming both hands on the desk. “whether you like it or not, she is the biologic mother to my child and that is your biological grandchild. Selena will always be apart of her life and we will be bringing her up together. Fuck your contract, it is nothing but a piece of paper.” 

“A legal piece of paper.” She corrected. “a legal piece of paper in which you signed to bring up the unborn with your fiancee, ex-fiancee, whatever, no matter what. You chose to break off your relationship but you are still legally binded to bring up the child with Hayley.” 

Tears built in my eyes as I sat quietly, taking in the surrounding information that so badly broke my heart in two. My worries were being confirmed in front of my eyes. 

“How much do you want, huh?” Justin spat, “tell me how much you want and I’ll give you it to rip up that paper because it means nothing. Selena and I are raising our daughter, our biological daughter, together and a piece of paper won’t tell us if we can or cannot.” 

“I’ll see you in court then.” She hummed, a triumphant smile planting on her scarlet red lips. “because Mr. Bieber, I can assure you that I will be victorious. You cannot break the law.” 

Justin shook his head, matching her winning and sly smile. “Ms. Kemp, I can assure you that I will expose your cunning, controlling self in all it’s glory. We will be raising our child together, whatever the consequence.” 

Holding my hand, he pulled me gently to my feet and ushered my shaking body from the tension filled room. As the door closed, my body erupted in sobs. Holding me close, he hushed me gently, his lips laying on my forehead and his nose burying in my hair. 

“I promise you, everything is going to be okay. Nobody is going to take her away from you, I promise.” 

“You don’t know that, you don’t know her.” I sniffled, heading to the elevator. “she’s a bad woman, Justin. She’ll bribe her lawyer into getting her free, we have no chance of winning.” 

“And you don’t know my team.” He smiled softly, brushing his thumbs against my wet cheeks. “we won’t let her win, you hear me? She’s not going to get you down again, not anymore.” 

With a faint nod, I watched as he pulled his cell from his pocket, dialling in an unknown number and holding it to his ear as we made our way to his car. For once, no paparazzi were around. As we sat in his car, listening to the ringing from his speaker. 

“Who are you calling?” I sniffed, wiping my runny nose. 

“My lawyer, we’re going to stop all this bull.” He replied, his eyes glancing my way. Seeing the frightfulness masking my features, he reached his hand across and lay in comfortingly on my knee. “It’ll be okay.”

Finally a male voice answered. “Hey Justin, how’s it going?” 

“Hey Mick, listen I’ve got myself a problem..” Justin replied, “you know how Hayley and I were expecting a baby through surrogacy?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well, Selena and I now want to raise the baby together but we’ve just left the surrogacy clinic and well, Maria Kemp is telling us we can’t raise our daughter together because of the contract Hayley and I signed months ago.” Justin explained, his eyes boring across to me. I felt my lip wobble and my stomach flip. 

“Well that’s BS.” Mick laughed, “she can’t forbid you and Selena to raise your biological child together, the baby is apart of you both, she shares the same blood as you both. If Selena wasn’t the biological mother then yes, it would be a problem but she’s not.” 

Justin’s eyes lifted into life again, the sparkle slowly reappearing as we listened intently. 

“There might be a few fees you would need to pay the clinic and Hayley for that matter in a way of apologising I guess, and you will need to go through a custody battle but I’m sure there is a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance that you and Selena will win and will be able to raise your child together.” Mick’s robotic voice spoke. “after all, she’s both your flesh and blood.”

“Can you organise something for us as soon as possible and get the whole thing dealt with? I’m worried about Selena stressing any more about it all.” 

“I’m afraid we can’t do anything until the baby is born.” Mick sighed, “and you will need to take DNA tests, both of you, just to give the attorney the facts that you both are the biological parents.” 

“So we need to wait another three months?” 

“Looks like it, sorry bud.” Mick replied, “but listen, tell Selena not to worry. If needs be, we’ll get more top lawyers to help out. Maybe even call Stephen, you know, the guy from the Mariah Yeater case? He’s always willing to help you in any way he can.”

“That would be great. We just needed that reassurance that our baby wouldn’t be taken away.” Justin said, “thanks Mick, I owe you one.” 

“Anytime bud, just focus on getting ready for the baby.” 

Justin ended the call, staying in his frozen position for a few seconds before he turned towards me. A smile overcame his lips, etching into a huge grin. 

“Didn’t I tell you we would win?” He grinned, “I promised you a few weeks ago that you’ll be free of surrogacy drama soon and I’m sticking to that promise. Maria Kemp is going down, business and all.” 

Just like the other promises he made, I trusted he would follow through.

♥That you and I could learn to love again, after all this time - Lawson | Learn to love again♥

Selena’ P.O.V

“Has he slept much?” Pattie motherly voice asked, her eyes landing on her passed-out son who was sprawled across the couch; still dressed in his wedding suit from the day before. Her blue orbs glanced at the stream of empty beer bottles and beer cans, her lip quivering slightly at the desperate sight. Ushering her through to the kitchen, out of eye-sight and earshot of Justin, I flicked my finger against the kettle switch and listened to the water inside start to bubble. 

“Not really.” I truthfully replied, “I was ordered to bed at midnight, against my will, of course. But he coaxed me into thinking he would follow up and get some rest himself, which obviously didn’t happen.” nodding my head towards the living room again. 

Pattie’s eyes filled with tears, her lips sealed into a firm line as she gulped back the lump tickling her throat. “I knew I should’ve stayed with him, made sure he didn’t drink himself into a coma, but no, I had to go to bed.” she shook her head, her nose wrinkling in disgrace at her actions. “My son just lost left his fiancee after finding out she was a lying, cheating, fame-seeker, what kind of mother am I?” 

“Hey, don’t speak like that.” I muttered, “Pattie, nobody was any help to Justin yesterday. You couldn’t stop him drinking, you couldn’t make him go to bed. I don’t mean to sound rude but he’s twenty-two and perfectly capable of making them decisions himself. He didn’t do anything too rash, he just wanted to forget about the whole situation and that’s why he raided the mini bar.” 

She dropped her head, her brown mane curtaining around her slender face as she played timidly with the solid gold ring on her finger. With a small sigh, her head rose and her eyes had cleared from the threatening tears. 

“I guess you’re right.” She murmured lowly. “I never liked Hayley to begin with but I utterly despise her now for the hurt she has caused my son. How could someone be so selfishly cruel?” 

“My thoughts exactly, Pattie.” I replied, tugging at my inner cheek with my teeth. “but again, Justin is a big boy, he’ll make the right decision in what he wants to do. As of right now, I think it’s safe to say that he’ll never utter a glance in Hayley’s direction, never mind go back into a relationship with her.” 

“He better not.” She said sternly, “he may be twenty-two, but he’s never too old to be getting some sense knocked into him!” 

I laughed for the first time in possibly twenty-eight hours at Pattie’s joking humour. It seemed like the laughter was sucked from within me, disappear into thin air after finding out Hayley’s shocking secrets that she sneakily hid from everyone – apart from her sister of course. Especially seeing Justin so heartbroken, my funny bones broke inside my pregnant body. 

“Anyway, I should get going and find out what time the flight back to New York is at.” She said, a small sigh parting from her glossed lips. “if you could wake Justin up soon, tell him to get showered and packed, we’ll come back in around an hour or so.” 

I nodded, waddling behind my child’s grandmother and leaving her at the beach-house door. After the situation last night, Scooter thought it would be best for he and the Bieber crew, plus dad, Natasha, Bobbie, Erin, Jazmyn and Jaxon, Diane and Bruce to rent the other available beach house for not only their safety but to give Justin space. While I plainly refused to leave him alone, Pattie and Jeremy also stayed to overlook the sanity of their son. 

“Just be careful when you wake him, he might still be intoxicated.” Pattie said, “or he might think you’re Hayley.” she stopped in front of the pearl white door. The partly see through blind covered the windows, blocking view of all paparazzi waiting outside – they had been there from five-thirty-am. “if you need help, be sure to call myself, Jeremy or Scooter.” 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I smiled reassuringly. “I’ll call you if I need you though.” Shielding myself behind the door as Pattie left, I saw the flashes bounce through the hallway. Shutting it as quickly as possibly, I let out a sigh and rubbed the side of my bloomed stomach where baby Bieber was kicking fiercely. 

Thankfully the pain in my throbbing feet and aching ankles had subsided during the night, the sharp pain at my tailbone still remained but the stabbing pain continued to prick my heart as I stood at the end of the couch, looking down at the broken pop star. Even when he slept – after drinking himself into an oblivion, of course. – his features still showed hurt and heartbreak. His dry, pale lips gaped with deep breaths inhaling and exhaling, his forehead slightly creased and his eyebrows faintly furrowed. One arm tucked under his head, his other draped across his stomach, his ankles were crossed and extended over the edge of the couch, leaving only a small space for me to sit. 

Perching myself in line with his hips, my hand reached out in instinct and stroked his stiff hair away from his forehead; it was still thick with gel but after endless tugging the night before, it lay limp across his forehead. He grumbled, inhaling and exhaling deeply through his nostrils. 

“Justin.” I murmured softly, the back of my hand running down the side of his smooth face and too his covered shoulder. “Justin, it’s time to wake up.” he squirmed, his eyes fluttering but never opening. 

“Five more minutes.” He barely rasped. His lips pursed into a thin line, his stubborn side showing as he refused to wake. 

Letting out a small giggle, I stroked the pad of my thumb across his bulging bicep. “Justin.” again, he grumbled. After a moment, his eyes slowing peeled open to the sunlit room and snapped shut not a second after. He groaned aloud, throwing an arm across his eyes and protecting his hungover gaze. 

“My eyes are burning.” He complained, “I feel like my skull is being smashed with a bulldozers and my throat feels like I’ve swallowed sandpaper.” 

“Ah the after-effects of a hangover.” I teased, “and with the amount you drunk last night, I’m sure you really are paying the price.” he nodded in agreement. Slowing removing his arm, he continued to squint until his eyes adjusted to the light. As he stifled a yawn, licking his dry lips and ran a hand through his untamed hair, his nose scrunched in disgust as he looked down at his attire. A frown planted itself on his soft lips. 

“So it happened then.” He whispered, his voice breaking; party because of its dryness, partly because of his broken heart. 

“Yeah.” I muttered, “I’m sorry Justin.” 

He shook his head, letting a sigh emerge from his lips as he lightly shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t mine either. It’s all down to her.” his jaw began to twitch in anger. “I knew she was self-centered from the moment I got with her but fuck, I didn’t think she was shallow, so shameful, so.. vile.” 

I kept my mouth shut, listening to the rant which was built up inside of him. He poured his feelings to me, laying his crushed heart on the table and showing every emotion hidden beneath the thick skin fame caused him to grow. In the short while I had known Justin, I never saw him so vulnerable or defeated.

“It was never suppose to turn out like this.” He told me, now sat upright with his elbow resting on his knee and his head propped by his palm. “I’m suppose to be at JFK, boarding a plane to the Bahamas to start my honeymoon. I’m suppose to look down at my finger and see my wedding band. I’m suppose to be waking up with my wife in my arms, making her breakfast in bed and showering her with love. But I’m lying here, now single, not even in the same house as my ex-fiancee and absolutely despising her for what she has done.” 

I frowned, my heart clenching tightly. “I know that technically I have no say whatsoever in the matter but if you want my option then I’ll surely give you it..” his golden orbs glance my way, secret signals pleading for me to continue. “I don’t want you hating me when I say this, it’s my honest opinion.” 

“I won’t hate you.” He reassured in a quiet voice, “and after the incident in your apartment, I won’t be raising my voice either.” 

I nodded and took a deep breath, “I don’t think she loved you the way you loved her.” he watched intently as I explained, “yes she might’ve loved you, but in her own twisted way. I think she loved your wallet and credit cards more that actually loving you as a human.” 

He dropped his head, “I know.” he swallowed sharply, shyly raising his gaze. “I thought about that last night, amongst other things. But now I actually thought about it fully, it’s clear to me now that she just wanted money.” he paused, “she would take my credit card and spend thousands on herself. If we got into an argument, the only thing that would make her happy is me saying I’d buy her new shoes or purse.”

“That’s not a relationship, Justin.” 

He mockingly scoffed and nodded, “I know that, now.” raking a hand through his scruffy mane. “how could I have been so utterly stupid? I should’ve seen it sooner instead of waiting to my wedding day, possibly making the worst mistake of my life by marrying her and then living a life of lies. I can just imagine what everyone was saying; How brainless could he be?” 

“Nobody is saying that, Justin.” I told him, resting a hand on his free knee. “don’t think like that, okay? You are not the fool here, she is. She’s the bad one in all of this, not you.” 

“I wish I found out sooner, then I wouldn’t have wasted my past two and a half years on her.” 

I continued to frown, my forehead creasing with worry lines. It was as if the charming, flirty pop star had disappeared and been replaced with with a shattered, ruined soul. His confidences and trust had been shot down, the steel barriers being built within him all because of his appalling ex-fiancee. 

“Come on.” I spoke. “I know a really good, and delicious, cure for that painful hangover.” 

“A hangover breakfast?” He questioned, his eyes still squinting.

“Well, not exactly a breakfast considering it is two-thirty. You could maybe call it a hangover brunch.” 

“And what exactly does it entail?” 

A cheeky smirk crawled across my lips as I patted his firm chest, slowly rising to my feet as I looked down. “Get up and you’ll find out.” from the corner of my eye, I could see a very faint smile etch onto his lips. As I waddled into the kitchen, searching in the stacked refrigerator for the necessary ingredients, I heard his sock covered feet pad across the wooden floor and squeak onto the tiles behind me. 

“I’m gonna, uh, shower and change out of this.” He mumbled, motioning to the ridiculous white suit with faint beer stains on the pink silk waistcoat. I smiled and nodded, watching as he wandered from the kitchen and upstairs. 

To: Pattie, Scooter, Jeremy. (at: 2:32pm)
Everythings good. He’s up and with a terrible hangover. He’s showering and changing while I make him breakfast x

From: Pattie. (at: 2:33pm) 
Thank you sweetie, we’ll be over soon xx 

From: Scooter. (at: 2:33pm)
Good job kiddo, call if u need us x 

After twenty-minutes, the smell of eggs, bacon and toast filled the kitchen, leaking into the living room and trailing upstairs. Dishing out the hangover cure on the provided white plate, I heard feet pad in my direction. 

“Something smells good.” He complemented. Picking up the plate and turning with my smile, my eyes shot wide and my mouth dropped into a gap. He wiped his wet hair with a fluffy white towel, the few beads of water dripping from the ends of his short hair and dropping onto his bare chest. A pair of sweats barely covered his lower body, giving me a clear shot of his dark blue boxers. 

“Uh, I, uhm..” My voice stammered, my throat going weirdly dry and my nether regions tingling with arousal. Inwardly cursing the outrageous hormones, I thrusted the plate outwards and in his direction. 

“I don’t think I could eat that.” He grumbled, draping the towel across his shoulders. “unless you want me to throw up.” 

Licking my lips and reluctantly drawing my gaze away from his defined body, I cleared my throat. “Just trust me, okay? I use to eat this all the time when I was hungover, they work wonders, believe me.” 

Nodding slowly with a hint of uncertainty. Whilst he ate at the breakfast bar, I cleared up the mess I made when the loud thumping came from the beach house door. 

“I’ll get it, you just finish up.” I said, throwing the kitchen towel on the counter and wobbling out into the hallway. Already, through the blind I could see who was causing the banging. Cracking open the door only a smidge, I poked my head out. “you’re not welcome here, Hayley.” 

“I don’t care, let me see my Justin!” She shrieked, harshly pushing at the door. With paparazzi capturing pictures from across the road, they got a clear view of Hayley barging into the house without permission. Her heels bounced across the floor as I hurried behind. 

To: Pattie, Scooter, Jeremy (at: 3:00pm)
Help! 

“The fuck?” Justin spat, shoving the clingy woman of his figure. The towel dropped to the floor, the stool tipping backwards as he shot to his feet. 

“I tried to stop her.” I panted, grasping my bump and protecting the little girl inside. Justin’s eyes fumed with anger as they landed on my heavily-bloomed stomach. 

“You pushed fucking past her?” He roared, pushing her aside and appearing at my side in seconds, his hands clasped around my bump, his breathing heavy and the vein in his neck pulsing wildly. “did she hurt you?” 

“No.” I murmured. 

“JuJu!” Hayley cried, “I came to make things better with us and all you care about is her!” 

“She’s carrying my daughter, Hayley!” He yelled, his face beaming red. “you could’ve hurt them both.” 

“But I came to make us better.” She whined, clawing at his arm. “I came to get us back together.” Justin laughed sarcastically, positioning his towering body in front of mine in a protective manner. “don’t laugh, JuJu! I’m totally serious, I came to give you another chance of marrying me.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Justin screamed, his anger rising to a whole new level. I heard the front door open, feet bundling inside with hurry and five bodies appear at the kitchen door. “you gave me another chance? Me? The innocent one in the fucked up situation? If I’m not mistaken, I’m the one who should be giving you another chance – that’s if I was stupid enough to even consider it.” 

“Sweetie.” Carin whispered, reaching out her hand and tugging me towards her. Justin flinched at lost of contact, his head whipping around to see where I was going. Satisfied that I’d be looked after with Carin, he gave me a last glance before sharply looking back to Hayley.

“I think it’s time for you to leave.” Scooter sternly said, directing his unsympathetic words to Hayley. She pulled her arm from his grip, stomping towards Justin as Carin edged that small inch in front of me.

“No!” She persisted, “I’m not going until we get back together. We’re suppose to be a family, Justin, did you forget that? We’ll be okay when baby Gucci is born, we can get married and –” 

“No!” Justin yelled, “We’re not going to be a family, we’re not going to get back together and we are not going to get married! My daughter is not going to be called Gucci, never has, never will be! You’re no longer apart of our lives.” 

“JuJu–” 

“Stop fucking calling me that!” He ordered with his voice still raised. “you are nothing to me anymore. Nothing. It’s over between us Hayley and you only have yourself to blame. You can come by the apartment tomorrow and get your stuff, I won’t be there but Carin and Kenny will, you can collect it from them.” 

She let out a rackety sob, her mascara streaking unattractively down her makeup thick cheeks as Scooter pushed her towards the exit. Again, being shield protectively by Carin and Justin as Hayley past, we all listened to the door open and slam shut seconds. Scooter returned with a sigh. 

“Are you alright?” He asked Justin, who remained still and numb. Scooter helplessly glanced around the room, awaiting for someone to talk. “uhm, maybe we should go again.. now that everything is settled..” 

I smiled lightly, “I’ll get him to talk, don’t worry.” 

He nodded and scratched his stubbled chin. “The flights back to New York are booked for six. If there is anymore bother, just call.” I nodded, smiling in a silent thank you as they all left, murmuring low ‘see you later’ to me and patting Justin’s shoulder. As I stepped forward, my hand smoothing over my maternity checkered shirt, Justin’s body still didn’t flinch. 

“What’s wrong?” I murmured softly. Suddenly clamping my upper set of teeth over my lower lip, I inwardly slapped myself. “sorry, stupid question. Just forget I as–” 

“It’s all gone.” He breathed, his discreet voice barely audible. His dark eyes blinking, the soft colour seeping back into his irises and giving them brave emotion – upset, sad emotion. He shook his head in disbelief, the pain visible in all aspects as he slumped his shoulders. “I’m never going to have that family I’ve always dreamed off..” 

“What?” 

“Hayley’s gone, Selena..” He said, “the woman who was suppose to be the mother of my child, is gone and right now, all I can think off is am I capable of raising a child alone?” 

* * *

“So why in front of all everyone, would you storm in and lash out like that? Why couldn’t you have done it before the ceremony instead of embarrassing Justin in front of his friends and family?” I questioned the shy seventeen year old and bold twenty-one year old, who kept their eyes to the ground like children being told off. 

“It was my fault.” Jenisis mumbled lowly, her hazel eyes slowly rising upwards. “if you want to shout at anyone, it should be me and not Ruby. She only helped because I begged her.” 

“Don’t blame this on yourself.” Ruby spoke, “I could’ve said no but I didn’t. I had as much to do with this as you did.” Jenisis still sat shyly, shooting small smiles to her undercover accomplice. 

“But I still don’t get why you had to announce it in front of everyone.” 

“When Hayley kicked me out of the house, I called Ruby but she only arrived at JFK or else I would’ve told Justin before the wedding, it was never my intention on showing him up in front of everyone. That was the last thing I wanted.” Jenisis confessed, her eyes pleading for Pattie and I to understand. “I couldn’t let him marry a liar and a cheater.” 

Pattie sighed, crossing her arms and glancing down at the two females. Again, they bowed their heads in shame like children getting a scolding. 

“While I think your actions were incredibly rude.” Pattie started, watching as Jenisis sunk deeper into the couch. “I also think it was very brave and responsible.” our heads snapped up, staring at the at the woman incredulity, she simply smiled warmly. “Jenisis, what you did – telling Justin the truth – that was a very brave and selfless thing to do. You lost your sister because you thought my son deserved to be happy and I thank you for that.” 

The teenage girls lip quivered, her hazel irises swarming with tears as she listened honestly to the kind words. 

“I don’t want him living a life of regret and anger, and that is what I saw on a daily basis when he dated Hayley. I’ve never hated someone, never, but I can honestly say I hate Hayley for what she’s put Justin through.” Pattie truthfully spoke. “you saved him for a life of misery.” 

“And that’s all I wanted to do.” Jenisis whispered. “I’ve lived a life where I was an outcast. I always felt like I didn’t belong and as I grew older and more aware on how deceiving my sister can be, I felt like I had a mission to warn all her boyfriends, or future husband on what she is like. I love her, of course I do, she’s my big sister and that’s why I didn’t step forward sooner. I thought she would’ve changed but she didn’t, she got worse and only a months ago, when she and Justin told us that they were having a baby, but by surrogacy, that’s when it became much clearer. I’m just sorry everything had to turn out like the way it did.” 

“You shouldn’t be.” A deep, husky and manly voice spoke from the doorway. All attention turned on the attractive man, leaning himself on the doorframe with a pair of dark aviator covering his honey golden eyes. His tongue sexily swiped across his bottom lip, coating it in moisture as he pushed himself from the frame and sauntered towards us group of girls. “if anything thing, I should be thanking you.” 

“Thanking me?” Jenisis sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand and looking up to him through her watery irises. “why should you be thanking me? I ruined your wedding day, I’m the reason you haven’t got a wife right now..” 

“I should be thanking you because you got me out of a toxic, non-trusting relationship. That wasn’t a good environment for anybody, never mind a newborn baby.” 

Jenisis gasped, slapping a hand across her mouth as more tears broke free from her tear ducts. She sobbed quietly, trying to gasp for air as he breathing began going ragged. Justin sat down beside her, hushing her soothingly and pulling her into a comforting hug. At the mere sight, my heart was fluttering. 

“The– the baby.. I forgot about the baby.” She cried, “Justin I’m so so sorry, what are you going to do now? This is all my fault, I’m so completely stupid.” 

“Hey, sh now.” He whispered against her curly, natural brown hair. “listen to me, okay? You are not stupid, you’re probably one of the smartest people I know. None of this is your fault, you and Ruby done me a favour by telling me the truth and by showing me the proof.” 

“But the baby.” She hiccuped. “she won’t have a mother figure like Hayley was going to be.” 

Justin chuckled, “Jen’, she was going to call my daughter Gucci. No mother, whether she is step, adopted or biological, would call their child Gucci.” through her tears, she managed a breathless giggle. 

“But you’re going to raise her alone, because of me..” She mumbled, covering her hands with the sleeves of her cardigan. “and what about the legal side? Would you need to suffer consequences because you and Hayley split?” 

“I can’t answer that because I honestly don’t know.” Justin sighed, “but I know that I won’t be raising her alone.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I want her mom to raise her with me.” He clearly said. 

Suddenly, it was my turn to have the air sucked from within me. The atmosphere turned heavy as everyone flicked their eyes between Justin and I in shock and a hint of happiness. My stomach plummeted and my heart rapidly hammered against my ribs, hard enough to break my brittle bones. Tearing his eyes away from Jenisis, Justin looked my way with his hypnotising orbs sparkling with hope, his tongue sliding across his lower lip in a habit. 

“Huh?” I choked, rubbing my sweaty palms together in nervousness. 

His lips twitched into a small smile as he removed himself from the space beside Jenisis. My heart continuously thumped harshly against my chest, my mouth becoming dry like a desert as he stopped in front of me, tugging on his low-hanging jeans before crouching down in front of me. His hands rested on either side of my bump, his eyes focusing on my large stomach before they dragged up to meet mine. 

“Let’s raise our daughter, together.” He said, a hint of worry lacing his words. 

“What?” 

“This baby is apart of both of us, we’re her biologic parents and nobody will love her more. She’ll have both her mom and dad in her life and be loved unconditionally.” He started, “I don’t want to take her away from you, I don’t want her growing up thinking another woman is her mother, I want her to know you and to love you. That’s why I think it would be the best thing for her if we both raised her, together, as a family.” 

“You just got out of a two year relationship, leaving your fiancee at the altar and now you’re wanting to become a family with me?” 

“We don’t need to be a couple, we just need to be their for our daughter.” He assured me. Not going to lie, my heart did crumple slightly but with a fake smile, he was convinced I was fine. “so what d’ya say?” 

“As long as I get to choose out her stroller and bedroom furniture, this time not from that ridiculous babyramma store.” 

With a sigh and smile of relief, his muscular arms embraced my pregnant body. 

To: Justin, Selena
From: Hayley (at: 5:48pm)
It’s not over until I say it’s over.

♥Who’s wearing something new and something old, and something borrowed - Calvin Harris feat Tinie Tempah | Drinking from the bottle♥

Author’s P.O.V
Friday November 2nd. 
Hollywood buzzed with the excitement of the Bieber and Grim wedding taking place in a few measly hours. The ceremony talk hinging on everyones lips, some expressing their well-wishes towards the to-be-wed couple, whilst others voiced their sheer anger and rage towards their Canadian idol. It was safe to say that there was definitely more upset and frustrated fans, than pleased and ecstatic ones. 

The fumes of hair spray, fake-tan and choking perfume filled the air of the Grim’s rented beach-house, holding the bride and many bridesmaids. It was chaos. In amongst the mayhem, Hayley sat with a champagne flute dangling between her fingers whilst the hired hairstylist fumbled with the mane of fake-hair. 

“Ow!” Hayley shrieked, her hand instinctively reaching to her dyed roots. “what the fuck? I’m a human, not a fucking rag-doll!” 

The red-head stylist clamped her lips shut in a firm line, listening to the fourth rant in the past ten minutes. “I’m sorry, but the pins get stuck in the weave clips.” she was trying her best to follow the exact instructions Hayley had insisted her hair to be like. Unfortunately, due to the bundle of unnecessary hair, it was a tricky task to complete. 

“Do I look like I give a fuck? No, so do your job or else I will be making sure you have no career in hair styling ever again, deal?” The bride threatened. She slipped at her bubbly, expensive champagne that was charged to her soon-to-be husbands credit card and glanced towards her six bridesmaids. 

The bridesmaids, dressed in tight pink, Juicy Couture embellished leisure suits, with their hair and makeup finished to perfect, stood around talking quietly to one another. They had been giving strict instructions not to blindly interrupt the brides zone in which she was in. 

“Amia, Jenisis, what the hell are you doing?” Hayley shrieked loudly. Her younger sisters, by only a few years, froze in their movements and stepped away from the grey sealed bags, containing their chosen dresses. 

“We were going to put our dresses on.” Jenisis murmured lowly, her chocolate brown eyes diverting to the plush cream carpet. “we’ve all got our hair and makeup done, we just need to get into our dresses.” Jenisis was the youngest at only seventeen and unlike her other sisters, she was the shy and quiet one. 

“Don’t be so thick.” Hayley spat, slamming her glass down on the varnished table. “I am the bride, I’m the one who needs to get ready before the rest of you. Nobody will care what you all look like, you’re all nonexistent, everyones eyes will be on me.” 

The bridesmaids simply kept their mouths shut, not wanting to cause a scene on, what is supposed to be, a happy day. Jenisis felt her stomach clench, her hands ball into fists by her side as fury burned her insides. Her long-lasting tempter disappearing in a matter of seconds. 

“You know what?” Jenisis seethed, causing all attention from the bridesmaids, hired artists and the bride herself, fall on the leggy blonde. “I’m fucking sick of your bitchy attitude, you’re so far up your own hole you need a map to come back to earth! I’ve had it with your controlling and childish behaviour, I honestly feel sorry for Justin. I feel sorry that he is marrying such a manipulative bitch like you–” 

Her head was thrown to the left, a burning sensation creeping across her makeup thick skin as her mouth gaped. Her glossy brown eyes simply stared in disgust and hatred at the woman who was supposed to be her sister. 

“Fuck you.” Hayley sneered, pointing a finger inches away from Jenisis nose. “you’re not my sister, you’re not even my family. Get the fuck out of here and don’t even think about turning up to the ceremony because I will get security to arrest your fat ass on the spot. Got it?” 

Building up the courage, Jenisis stepped toe-to-toe with her big sister – a person she once classed as her role-model, a person she once looked up too in much younger years. Now, a person she despises. Both female bodies were shaking with extreme infuriation as their matching eyes glared into one anothers. The others could do nothing but stand and watch, knowing nothing they say or do would make this situation better – if anything, it would make it worse.

“I wouldn’t even waste my time.” Jenisis snapped. Giving one last icy glare, she turned on her tennis-shoe heel and stormed from the house, all in while pulling her cell from the pocket of her constricted pink, velour pants. 

“Yes?” 

“I need that favour. Now.” 

Meanwhile, in the Bieber’s rented beach-house, the laughter and chatter filled the air – a much different atmosphere from the Grim’s – Whether it was in the living room, where the men chilled with a bottle of Budweiser, or in the large bedroom upstairs, where the women relaxingly got themselves ready with two bottles of champagne keeping them company. 

Of course, being pregnant, Selena stuck to ice water. 

“Did you manage to get a new dress, hon?” Sweet Pattie asked with a gentle smile. She sucked in her cheeks, allowing the bronzer to guide a shimmer across her defined cheekbones. 

Selena fixed the white bathrobe around her body, tucking it around her large bump and securely fastening it with the provided belt. Her brown locks lay messily on her shoulders, her face still remaining bare and free of any trace of makeup. She huffed a breath and shook her head, taking a small sip of the bottled water – her second in thirty-minutes.

“No.” Selena sighed, “I had to find my loosest, baggiest dress which is a summer dress that I have owned since I was eighteen.” she slumped her shoulders, “it was the best I could find; and afford at that.” 

“Actually..” Carin grinned, standing from her spot in the desk chair and walking to the empty closet. She lifted a considerably large, pearl white box and brought it to the confused pregnant woman, setting it on the bed beside her. “this is for you.” 

Selena, with furrowed brows and wrinkled forehead, simply glanced between the box and Carin. Carin excitedly motioned with her hands for Selena to open it, a grin coating her red lips as she clasped her hands together and folded them beneath her chin. Selena peered around, noticing everyone – Pattie, Carin, Alison, Diane, Erin, Jazmyn, Yael and Natasha – all watching her intently. 

Turning her attention to the package, biting down on her bottom lip and carefully lifting the lid. Black tissue paper filled the insides, causing the perplexity to increase. Shedding the paper, a gasp suddenly emerged from her smooth lips as her fingertips brushed against the silk bodice. Her eyes glossed with tears as she pulled the strapless, cobalt blue dress from the paper. The chiffon gown flowed to the floor as Selena held it against her pregnant body, smiling through the happy tears. 

“That’s beautiful.” Diane complemented. 

“You bought this for me?” Selena whispered with a croak. She lifted her watery gaze to Carin, already knowing the suspect. 

Carin shook her head. “The groom did.” 

The simple words made the twenty-one year olds heart flutter like a teenage girl. She had no clue on why he bought her the dress of her dreams, or how he even knew this was the same one she saw less than a week ago when browsing for a guest outfit for today. But at that moment, none of that mattered. 

“He did?” She muttered, still in awe. “why?” 

Carin innocently smiled at flickered her head to the side. As Selena followed her nod and her eyes landed on the shy, but attractive, groom who lay against the door frame with a crooked smile on his moistened lips. 

“Can I talk to Selena a moment guys?” Justin asked, his eyes flickering to his family and friends. The women nodded, Erin scooping up Jazmyn whilst they left the room with cheeky smiles. Selena carefully dropped the pricey gown back into the box, clamping her arms around Justin’s shoulders as she sniffled into the crook of his clean smelling neck. Slithering his arms around her expanded waist, he couldn’t help but let a genuine smile grace his heart shaped lips. “are you crying?” 

She sniffed, “Hormones.” 

He chuckled, tilting his head and kissing her temple softly. Her body tensed, her mind freezing at the small sign of affection. He didn’t know why he did it, it was almost impulsive. 

Clearing her throat, she drew away and looked down at the dress. “How did you know this was the one I wanted? Better yet, why did you buy me it? I saw the price tag, it cost a bomb.” 

“Oh Selena.” He chuckled with a joking eyeroll, “it’s like you forget I have millions of dollars. Fifteen hundred bucks is nothing. It won’t even put a slight dent in my bank account so stop worrying.” he paused, watching as she stroked the silk with a gentle smile. “and Carin told me, I purchased it the day we went for the last scan.” 

She chewed her bottom lip and smiled, “But why did you buy me it?” 

He simply shrugged, “I remember you saying you couldn’t find anything to wear, so I thought that since you liked this so much, I’d get it for you. It’s the least I could do for you.” 

She held it against her blooming figure, grinning like a child receiving a lollypop. 

“It’s beautiful.” She murmured, “thank you. Honestly. But isn’t the colour scheme black and pink? Unless you’re colour blind, you’ll realise that this is blue – a very shocking colour of blue at that.” 

He laughed, “Yeah, I figured that but I managed to talk Hayley into letting you wear it by reminding her that you are six months pregnant and it’s almost impossible finding a pink dress that fits.” 

“Well thank you.” She smiled. “Now I don’t need to turn up in a baggy summer dress that would look utterly ridiculous and probably make me look like some slut. I’d rather be the odd one out by wearing a blue dress than giving off the wrong impression.” 

He chuckled and nodded in response, his tongue sliding across his lips as he watched her for a few seconds. She continued to stare in amazement at the gown in her petite hands. Shaking his head, he scratched the back of his neck and coughed. 

“I should go and let you and the rest of the girls get ready. I actually should go get ready.” He rasped. “uhm, I’ll probably not see you until the ceremony so, uh, yeah..” 

Selena raised her head, flickering her hazel eyes onto his. “Are you sure this is what you’re wanting to do?” 

Four days ago, in the side street of New York, Justin had almost broke down after telling Selena for the second time in a mere few weeks about having second-thoughts about the wedding happening in just under two hours. She tried her best to reassure him that he could back out if he wasn’t happy, however he shrugged it off and blamed his feelings on stress. 

He nodded firmly. “Yeah.” he paused again, “I know that once the stress of the wedding is gone, everything will be back to normal; my feelings will be back to normal.” 

“Okay.” She whispered, a slanted smile tingling her lips. “if this is what you want.” 

He breathed deeply, his mind swirling elsewear. “It is.” he turned on his heel, fastly approaching the oak door. He look one last glance back, his heart strings tugging in a painfully strange way – the feeling was unknown and a little scary. “I’ll see you soon, Selena.” she solely nodded with a faint smile. As he left the room and guided his feet to the one-of-many bathrooms, he couldn’t help but question the heavy feeling weighing in his chest. 

* * *

As the helicopter hovered over the exclusive venue, capturing pictures of the famous guests who entered the skyscraper and appeared on the open-topped roof. The one-hundred and twenty, white fold up chairs lay on either side of the fuschia pink carpet, leading towards the white arch made specifically in shape of a heart with pink flowers, roses and lilies and a few daisies, giving it life. 

Hiding in two separate rooms inside the expensive venue and out of sight of all guests, Justin and Hayley both awaited for their cue to leave. With bridesmaids and groomsmen in tole, each of them stood with completely different emotions rolling through their bodies. 

Hayley, with her outrageous wedding dress – pink, blinged and exposing – and her princess-like tiara, sat awaiting with her sixth glass of champagne in hand. Her bridesmaids attending to her even bossy need, including helping her use the bathroom. 

“When the hell are they going to get this thing started.” Hayley growled, growing impatient. “I told them two-pm, what time is it?” 

“One-fifty.” Her bridesmaid and best friend, Chanel, spoke. Hayley groaned, rolling her contact-eyes. “don’t worry, you’ll be married soon.” 

“And not a moment too late.” 

Whilst Justin paced the floors, frustratingly securing the pink cravat around his neck, he glanced in the mirror and sneered at his ridiculous looking reflection. Against his will, he was forced by his soon-to-be wife to wear a white suit and pink waistcoat with matching cravat. He found it utterly absurd that he never got a chance to input in his own wedding, but then again, he didn’t have the time. 

“You ready bro’?” Scooter spoke, entering the room and fixing his black suit. 

Justin sighed, his eyes staring through the lengthy mirror. He was supposed to be ecstatic, feeling butterflies in his stomach, his cheeks aching from grinning and his heart rate pump rapidly. But, he felt nothing. Not one emotion. 

“I guess so.” He breathed, tugging his inner cheek with his pearly whites. Turning towards his well-known manager, he done nothing but look and follow into the living area. His groomsmen – Ryan Butler, Chaz Somers, Lil Twist and Alfredo Flores – stood, with their matching white suits, shooting deathly glares at the groom. 

“I look like a Panda and unicorn’s love-child.” Twist spat, his stone hard face clenching. 

“Yeah man, I’m still not feeling this.” Ryan said, scrunching up his nose. 

“You guys know it wasn’t my idea, so lay off a little, yeah?” Justin sighed, raising his hands and rubbing his forehead with the callous pad of his thumb. He already felt a headache work its way into his system. 

“I don’t know guys, I think you all look handsome.” A warm feminine voice spoke from the doorway. All attention from the males fell on the blue gowned beauty who stood grinning by the door, accompanied by Pattie, Diane and Carin. 

Justin’s empty eyes lifted with life as they ran from the hem of the blue chiffon, skimming past the soft silk to the creamy exposed chest, the sculpted jaw and ruby red lips, the sharp cheekbones and glistening hazel eyes. Her hair was pulled into a fancy, double-braided updo and her accessories tamed to a basic beaded necklace, studded earrings, a simple silver ring and glittery clutch to match. She looked beautiful, and the bump hidden beneath the fabric made her that extra bit more gorgeous. 

“– What would you wear then? Leopard print pants and a logo tank?” Selena giggled as Twist continued to complain about the ridiculous suit. 

“Anything is better than this.” Twist grumbled. 

A knock was heard at the door, the butler hired for todays occasion cleared his throat and announced, “Mr Bieber, you may come take your place now.” 

Justin nodded, dismissing the middle-aged man as he gulped. “Uh, can I have a few seconds alone?” everyone bowed their heads, exiting the room and leaving him in privacy. Selena however, stayed. Justin licked his lips, his eyes greedily running over his baby-mama’s figure. “you look beautiful.” 

Her cheeks flushed as she mumbled a quiet thank you. She walked closer, hauling her dress up a few inches and protecting her from tripping. Justin stayed standing motionless as Selena stopped in front of him, her nimble fingers brushing against his chest and grasping lightly onto his cravat, moving it into immaculate place. 

“It was crooked.” She murmured, dropping her hands and taking a step back. “I just – we just,” she cupped her stomach. “wanted to congratulate you. I hope you’re really happy with Hayley and well, I just hope you both are complete when this little one comes along.” 

Her eyes were quick to rise with tears and of course she blamed them on her unequal hormones. She shakily breathed, blowing out a breathy laugh and shaking her head softly as Justin watched with the heavy weight crushing his chest again. 

“One thing I won’t miss about pregnancy is crying over everything.” She laughed, lightly dabbing her index fingers under her eyes. “anyway!” she sniffed back the engulfing tears and forced a smile. “I should go and let you get out there to be married.” 

Justin faintly nodded, not having anything to say. Selena leaned onto her tippy toes, gripping his shoulders and planting a chaste kiss on Justin’s shaved cheek. She bowed her head, grasping the fabric between her fists and hastily leaving the room with a choking lump rising in her throat. With his hands stuck inside his pockets, Justin pulled out the black velvet box.

“Justin.” Jeremy, father of the unconvinced groom, spoke as he poked his head inside the room. “it’s time to go bud.” as Justin gave one last glance down at the package in his palm, he took a gulp and turned, following his father out. 

As Justin took his place at the altar, still feeling no sense of excitement he should be, he awaited for his bride to make her entrance. The bridal march began playing causing all guests to rise and their attentions turn to the back of the rooftop, excited paparazzi getting the first glimpse at the trashy bride exiting with a stumble. Some guests couldn’t help but whisper about the dress and now tacky it was – even Justin was shocked. 

“Hi baby.” Hayley giggled, losing grip of her step-fathers arm and grabbing ahold of Justin’s hand. He succeedingly faked a smile and spat through gritted teeth. 

“How many drinks have you had?” 

Hayley rolled her eyes, a tipsy giggle breaking free from her lipgloss soaked lips. “Only a few.” but even Justin knew that it was more than a few. As she turned to hand chief bridesmaid and sister, Amia, her boutique, Justin couldn’t help but count the Magenta pink bridesmaids. 

“Where Jenisis?” 

Hayley scoffed quietly as the priest announced that the guests could sit. “I kicked the bitch out.” 

“Dearly beloved.” The priest began, not giving Justin a chance to reply. “we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Justin Drew Bieber and Hayley Tammy Grim.” 

The helicopter annoyingly hovered, sneakily capture pictures of the odd woman dressed in blue sitting in the second row. Pictures leaked around the internet in seconds. Mostly sending hate towards the atrocious dress the bride wore. 

“If any person here present knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, may he or she speak now or forever hold their peace.” The priest spoke clearly. His googling eyes wandering around the guests before bowing his head in order to proceed. “Very well. Do you–” 

“Stop!” A shriek came from the back of the rooftop, causing all guest to gasp and turn in their seats. Selena’s eyes widened, her hand clenching Natasha as her blue orbs rested on two females. One, the missing bridesmaid and the other, the surrogate’s mother’s best friend. 

“What is Ruby doing here?” Natasha whispered, their eyes following the Latino woman stride down the pink carpet side-by-side with a furious sister. 

“I don’t know.” Selena whispered cluelessly. Her instinct to stand and pull Ruby to the side, but as she was restrained by Pattie and Natasha, she could do nothing but watch. 

“I told you not to show up.” Hayley hissed at her baby sister, whose jaw was clenched tightly. “security! Come escort this person out of here.” the bulky bodyguards stepped forward, unsuccessfully getting any closer before Jenisis spoke loud and clear. 

“You see, I had thought about that but then I knew I had to save your soon-to-be husband from marrying your lying, devious, scheming little fake ass.”

The guests watched on in bewilderment, the hush whispers filling Justin’s ears as his brows furrowed at the fuming seventeen-year-old. He was just as confused as them all. 

“Jesisis. Back off.” Hayley seethed, her face heating in anger. “get out of here before I make you regret being born.” 

“Hayls’.” Justin snapped, her head shot up as she looked at him desperately. “just shut up. For once, just keep quiet.” he turned back to Jenisis, his soon-to-be sister-in-law and the best friend of his baby’s mother. “what is it Jen?” 

Jen’, a nickname he had given her almost first time they met. She looked at the pop star with sad eyes, her gut wrenching but her heart telling her that this was the best thing for him. She couldn’t let him waste his life and love on someone who didn’t feel the same. 

“She’s a liar.” Jenisis told him, “she’s a manipulative bitch who has brainwashed you.” 

“Jen–” 

“You know why she wanted this wedding?” She continued, “because she knew she would get access to your life-savings. You’re hard working cash.” she paused, “you know all them times she had places to go? She was meeting up with her ex-boyfriend in his apartment in Brooklyn.” 

The gasped emerged from everyones lips, their eyes widening to size of baseballs as they listened intently. 

Jenisis’s heart clenched tightly, her eyes squeezing shut as she prepared to announce the next secret – the one that would crush him the most.

“You know when she said she’s infertile?” She whispered, reopening her eyes and staring at the pained superstar. “she’s not.” 

That’s all it took for the life to be sucked from Justin. His body went numb, his heart being stomped into millions of pieces. Selena’s eyes glassed with tears as her hands lay atop of her bump, her gaze fixated on the broken Canadian who continued to stand beside the vile person. 

“What?” He finally choked in a barely audible voice. 

“JuJu, don’t listen to her!” Hayley shrieked, frantically trying to grab his arm. He nastily snatched it from her claws in a lightening fast mood. “Ju!” 

“Stop fucking calling me that!” He roared. “is it true, Hayley?” 

“Of course not! She’s the bitch, she’s trying to ruin this for us!” Hayley panicked, again, trying to reach for him. 

“I wish it was false, I really do.” Jenesis said, she held out her hand to Ruby, who dug her hand in the back pocket of her dark skinnies and retrieved a folded letter. Jenisis thrusted the crisp white paper in direction of Justin, wanting him to read the bold printed words for himself, only to have Hayley try and snap it from her hands. “but this is the proof.”

“Hayley!” Justin barked, snatching the paper from Jenesis’s hand. Suspense filled the air as guests watched on, still in confusion and shock.

Full Name: Hayley Tammy Grim.
Age: 24
DOB: 1/22/1992

100% fertile.
Zero miscarriages.
Three positive pregnancy tests.
Six negative pregnancy tests.
Three Abortions - 15/4/2010 (nine weeks), 2/8/2014 (six weeks), 29/10/2015 (eleven weeks).
Last check-up: 10/7/2016 - pregnancy test appointment - negative.

He felt his mouth gap as he gasped for a breath, his vision becoming blurry as he re-read the simple records. 

“These are Hayley’s shortened medical records I retrieved from her folder at the hospital.” Ruby murmured, tucking both hands into her back pockets. “they’re one-hundred percent legit and I’ve got a boss to vouch for me on that.” 

The guests watched, shifting awkwardly in their seats as they glanced at each other. Pattie slapped Jeremy’s shoulder, motioning him to go be with their son as her eyes filled with water at her baby’s pained face. Selena held her hand comfortingly, still staring at the scene going on at the alter. Nobody would have ever expected this. Ever. 

“JuJu, it’s not what it looks like.” Hayley swore, her head snapping to the two innocent girls as Jeremy lay a hand on his son’s shoulder, his eyes glancing down at the paper still wrapped tightly in Justin’s fist. “do you see what you did? You’ve ruined my day!” 

“No Hayley.” Justin spoke, “you’ve ruined it.” he gulped back a lump, shaking his head and tugging at his coiffed hair. “I never want to see you again.”

And with that, Justin ran down the carpeted aisle leaving nothing but Hayley’s cries. Detaching her hand from Pattie’s and Natasha, Selena stood up with her dress crumpled in her closed fist. She excused herself and wobbled as fast as she could in the direction Justin ran, hearing the shameful cries of Hayley slowly fading as she bundled into the empty hallway. While Jeremy and Scooter announced that the wedding was off, Hayley yelling bloody-murder and being restrained from hitting Jenesis and Ruby, Selena carefully knocked on the hotel room door. 

Justin trapped himself inside, his teary eyes still staring down at the paper as he repeatedly heard the soft knocks. 

“Justin.” Selena said, “it’s me, can you let me in?” 

Hearing no reply, she jiggled the handle and finding it open, it not fully shutting when Justin stormed in moments before. She entered the room, being sure to shut the door securely before walking further. He heard her heels clicking against the floor, even smelt her sweet perfume, but he couldn’t raise his eyes. The couch sunk beside him, the blue fabric catching the corner of his eye, but still, he couldn’t move. 

“Come here.” She murmured lowly, reaching out and grabbing his free hand. He caved. His arms embracing her waist, his head burying into her sweet smelling neck as he sniffled back the tears. “sh, it’s okay.” her fingers stroked across his hair, calming him instantly. 

“She lied to me.” He mumbled, “she betrayed me, she made me look like a fool.” 

“Hey,” Selena interrupted his sorrow-ridden rant. “you are not the fool, okay? You were blinded by love, she’s the fool for putting your relationship on the line.” 

As the pair shared a comforting hug, the raccoon-eyed bride barged into the room with a group – Pattie, Jeremy, Scooter, Carin, Diane, Bruce, the groomsmen and bridesmaids, Natasha, Robert, the three kids, Ruby and Jensis. – following closely behind. Selena removed herself from Justin’s grip, hearing the crying howls. 

“JuJu!” Hayley wailed, “I’m sorry!” 

Suddenly, the wave of anger crashed over his saddened body. He shot up from the couch, his hand scrunching the paper between his palm. His jaw was locked and his figure shook. 

“Sorry?” He roared, the vein appearing at the side of his neck. “you told me you were fucking infertile! You told me you couldn’t have kids!” 

Diane ushered the three younger kids – Bobbie, Jazmyn and Jaxon – into the bedroom, ordering them to switch on the tv and turn it up loud. She wanted their innocent ears to be protected from vile language. 

“Do you realise how torn up I was? Do you realise how fucking devastated I was to find out the girl I wanted to marry, couldn’t have children?” He yelled angrily, “you’re fucking sick to make something like that up! There is so many people in this world trying for children, so many people who actually can’t have children and yet you go around, announcing that you’re infertile when you’re not! When you’ve gotten pregnant three times and aborted each one!” 

Those in the room stood, or sat in Selena’s case, in shock. Their mouths dropping open and their eyes widening like saucers. Each of them had their own thoughts running through their heads about this situation; disgraceful, disgusting, vile, repulsive, were only a few. 

His temper calmed slightly, his breathing still deep and his face still flushed red. He stared down at the paper, reading the date of the last two abortions of innocent life. Then it clicked. 

“They weren’t even my kids.” He mumbled, reality sinking deep. “you cheated on me, didn’t you?” 

“What? No!” Hayley shrieked. 

“Then how the fuck could you get pregnant when I was on tour without you!” He shouted. “second abortion, August 2nd 2014, I was in the middle of a nine month tour, exactly six months into it, and you had the baby terminated at six weeks! I know you’re dumb, but for fuck sake, it doesn’t take a genius to work that one out!” 

Hayley meekly stared with teary eyes. However, Justin found no remorse. 

“Third abortion, October twenty-ninth 2015, eleven weeks gone and again, I was five months into a six month tour.” Justin spoke, his voice now returning to normal but his words laced with venom. “and to think I was actually going to marry you; a lying, cheating, selfish, killer.” 

“JuJu.” She whimpered pathetically. “you don’t know why I did it, please, just hear me out.” 

Justin shrugged his shoulders, “Fine, but that makes no difference in what I feel for you right now and it certainly doesn’t change the fact that we are over.” 

“I didn’t want kids.” She told him, her eyes focused to the floor. “I never wanted kids. I don’t want my boobs hanging to my knees, I don’t want my stomach being saggy, I don’t want to clean dirty diapers or baby sick, who would? I’m a model, Justin. My career is based on my appearance and having a baby would ruin that. I worked too hard for a silly little kid to ruin it for me.” 

Justin laughed sarcastically. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower.” he paced the floors, shaking his head and ripping the cravat from his throat. 

“Yes I cheated, but I didn’t want too!” 

“If you didn’t want too, you wouldn’t have done it!” He exclaimed, “you have had six pregnancy tests, Hayley! Six! And I highly doubt any of them were taken because you thought you were pregnant with my child.” 

She stayed silent, drowning in the hatred in his voice. The deafening silence engulfed the room as everyone kept their voices locked. 

“When you told me that you had an appointment with the fertility doctor a few weeks ago, when you told me that you didn’t want me to come because it would be too upsetting, you were actually having a pregnancy test which turned out to be negative.” Justin grumbled, his rock hard gaze focused on the medical records. 

Justin peered down at the paper, his nose scrunching in disgust as he crumpled it into a ball and chucked it across the room. He walked closer to his ex-fiancee, sneering in disgracefulness. 

“If I never see your face ever again, I’ll be the happiest man on this planet.” 

“You don’t mean that, we can work things out, you can even get me pregnant.” Hayley gushed. “anything!” Reaching out to grip his arm between her fake claws. He snatched it away and looked at her revulsion. 

“You really think I’d even want to go near you after this? You think I want to see, hear or speak with you ever again?” He breathed deeply, “you’re even dumber than you look.” 

Selena grasped her bump, the little girl kicking intensely inside her warm home for the next three months. It was as if she knew what was happening. 

“Now it’s you who should get your ass out of here before I call security.” He growled, his eyes darkening. 

“Ju!” 

“Take her away, Ken.” Justin said, causing the bulky bodyguard to step forward and motion her to move. Hooking an arm under hers, he dragged her kicking and screaming from the suite. 

Selena took this time to stand timidly, noticing nobody attempting to go close to the heartbroken Canadian, and approached the angry superstar with caution. Her hand rested on his warm shoulder, his tensed muscles relaxing beneath her gentle touch. The golden brown glow resurfaced in his lifeless orbs as Selena grasped his hand, tugging it from his pocket and resting it on her hidden bump. A small smile graced his lips as his baby girl kicked his palm. Raising his gaze, they both locked eyes with a faint smile. In that moment, nothing in the past twenty-minutes matters.

“Everythings gonna’ be alright.” He whispered.