guilty pleasure [bieber]

chapter 18

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I wake up the next morning with a smile spread from ear to ear. I'm on cloud nine. Justin wanted to marry me.

I roll over stretching my arms out from under the duvet to feel for Justin, but he isn't there. Where is he?

Vaguely it reminds me of what use to be our relationship. When he was always quick on his feet and always in a rush to leave, but things were different now. He was here to stay.

I hear a crash and quickly roll off the bed. I stagger out of the room and make my way down the hall into the foyer.

"Naomi sweetie you're up?" I look over my shoulder into the kitchen.

"Mom–what are you doing here. Where's Justin?" shit!—

"I didn't mean it like that mom. I just.."

"It's fine. Justin figured I would want to spend time with you. He had some meetings. He should be back soon I suppose." Her voice fades out. Me and my big mouth. I pad over towards her and place my chin on her shoulder. I loved my mom more than she would ever know, but she looks defeated like nothing she's done or said since seeing me in months has gone the way she's wanted.

"I'm not worried when he'll be back I'm sorry I really didn't mean it like that. I'm glad you're here I've missed you."

I had to reassure her because I would never want my mom to think now that I've found someone I was madly in love with our mother/daughter relationship was gone for good

"Yes you are, you love him. It's fine Naomi. I've missed you too." She clears her throat, but I know it's just her way of changing the subject "Anyway I went to the grocery store this morning and if you sit I'll make a big breakfast for you and that baby of yours." She smiles and ever since the hospital I've seen a shift in how she feels about this baby

"That sounds good." I smile.

"Have you had any weird cravings I should know about? I don't exactly know how far along you are" She questions cracking an egg into a bowl. She sits the shell next to the bowl and proceeds by cracking another one.

"Only a little over a month" I smile "And weird cravings? No. My emotions though for awhile now have been all over the place." I admit watching her crack egg after egg as if it were just that amusing. "It still feels too early to be this hormonal, but I want to cry over every little thing it's really pathetic and well sometimes I feel like Justin–" I want to talk about the problems we have, but I'm hesitant. I felt like if I were going to tell anyone I felt it should be him

"No Naomi, what is it? That's what I'm here for. You used to tell me everything." She looks at me with sad eyes. I sigh heavily; she was right. My mom was like my own personal therapist. There wasn't anything she didn't know. She'd been through a lot herself so she pretty much knew a thing or two about the ups and the downs of relationships.

"I don't know maybe I'm the one being too sensitive but I feel like he isn't sensitive enough. Never mind I shouldn't have said anything; it's really not that serious." It really didn't feel right to be thinking this after saying yes to being his wife. After all I loved him no matter what

"Your feelings are serious Naomi and I may not know him all they well but I don't think he means it. It just takes men a lot longer..." She trails off.