"Morning, fiancé." I replied in a shy mumble. I pulled myself to my feet, straightening my shirt that was already beginning to feel tight. "Did your meeting run over?"
Justin nods with a stressful sigh. "Yeah. They couldn't make a decision on where the last stop should be on the promo tour, or what date. Some wanted me to go longer than a month but I told them no, it wasn't happening. Don't they realise my fiancée is pregnant, my daughter will be turning one in two months and I want to be here for the both of them?"
"Hey, don't worry." I hushed, gently rubbing his bicep. "They'll figure it out and so will you. You'll be here for Scarlett's birthday, and didn't we talk about the baby?"
He rubs his creased forehead and breathed out another sigh. "I know, I know. I just - I just don't want to miss out on things. Scarlett's going to walk soon, talk even more, turn one! I can't bare thinking that I might miss out them."
"You won't, I promise." I assured, grabbing his hand and nudging his chin, forcing his gaze to lower upon me. "Please, stop stressing. I don't want you having bad vibes when we go and view these houses."
"Sorry." He mutters, curling his hand around my neck and pulling me head forward, he rested a heartfelt kiss upon my hairline. "How's baby Bieber been this morning? 'Caused any morning sickness?"
"Not physically. I've just been feeling nauseous." I said, lightly patting my slightly bulged stomach. Just slightly over twelve weeks, I was notified two mornings ago by my shocking change of figure when getting dressed. Justin thought something terrible had happened and rushed to my side, only to laugh it off and place a kiss an inch above my bellybutton. He was persistent on greeting baby Bieber every morning by whispering and kissing my stomach, much like he did in my last stage with Scarlett.
"That's good. Did you take them vitamins?" He concernly questioned.
From the strike of bad luck with Scarlett and have a low sugar-blood level, Justin was sure to buy a month long box of vitamins and remind me every morning to take one.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes Justin."
He nudged my nose with the tip of his finger. "Better being safe than sorry. I don't want a repeat of the heart attack I had with Scarlett, thank you very much."
"I know you're just looking out for me, but I promised that I wouldn't make that same mistake, didn't I?" I utter. "Now, have you had lunch?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were my mother." He teased jokingly. I nudged his ribs and narrowed my eyes in an unimpressed manner. "I'm kidding! But to answer your question, no I haven't. Why? Do you want me to go and make you something?"
"No, but I want you to go and make yourself something before we go house-hunting. I don't want to listen to you whining about your hunger after the first house; we have a lot to go through y'know." I said, sitting at the side of the bath. "Tell daddy to go get food, baby."
Scarlett kicked her legs and flapped her arms, causing water to splash onto her face and her face to squish up. She erupts in giggles and she wiggles again.
"Fine, I'll go." He sighed dramatically. "I know when I'm not wanted." He restrained a cheeky grin as he attempted to retain a serious expression. He too burst into giggles as did I. Shaking his head, he saunders from the bathroom only to pop his head back around the doorframe. "Oh and Lux?"
"Hm?"
He grins. A loveable, romantic, excited and whole hearted grin. "I love you, future Mrs. Bieber."
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As a little girl, I grew up dreaming about the perfect house. A house that only I could imagine to be perfect. It was big and beautiful, filled with large windows to let the light through and wooden floors. It had to be a two story, the upper being huge bedrooms with a bed I could get lost in, a closet I could live in and a jacuzzi bath I could sleep in. A pool was optional, especially since the closest I got to one was aunt Aunt Dana's when I was six. It needed to have a large kitchen where I could cook for my family, a big family room where we could gather and watch home movies as my kids grew up and of course, a spacious dining room where I could entertain for friends and family.
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Lights (P.F.T Sequel)
Teen FictionIt 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. Lux Halloway wasn't prepared for this life. She wasn't prepared to live in the spotlight and she c...
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