You sat in the bathroom, the small plastic indicator dangling from your fingers in stunned silence. You wanted this, you really did. You were happily married but the thought of something inside your stomach was enough to send nervous shivers up your spine. With your free hand you rested it upon your flat stomach, soon there would be a massive bump protruding from your abdomen. You looked in the mirror and looked at your reflection. It was surreal really, to think that in nine short months you would be swollen, hopefully with the happy pregnant glow, and a soon to be Mother. You sucked in a breath, running a hand through your hair, exhaling as you placed the indicator on the vanity with shaky hands. You took a deep breath trying to settle the jitters in your stomach, the way your hands shook slightly, and the frazzled look upon your face. You had a lingering thought in the back of your head that this time was different. You felt different, your period was late. It was something gnawing at the back of your head. So on a whim you bought a pregnancy test. Your thoughts were confirmed when you saw the + sign develop. The more you though the more you realized that you had to tell Justin, hell he would be over the moon, but it was how and when to tell him. Would he be excited though? Did he want to start a family now? Your body trembled at the thought of Justin's despair upon hearing the news of your pregnancy. How could you think like that? Of course he would be excited. You stood up, gathering what little courage you had you stepped out of the washroom to see Justin standing there with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you alright? Are you ill?" He asked, coming over and placing a hand upon your brow. You sighed, shaking your head. "I'm fine," But the words caught in your throat, making you suddenly stare at Justin. "Justin we need to talk." You said, wringing your hands in front of you. You toyed with the band on your ring finger - the symbol for all of your love that you shared. His face paled and he nodded his head, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He led you to your sitting room, pulling you down beside him and angling his body towards you. You stared nervously at him, trying to think about this. The only fear you had was you and Justin had never truly sat down to talk about starting a family. He had told you that he did want kids, but you worried if this was the right time. "You're killing me (Y/N). What is it?" Justin said, tapping his foot out of nerves. You took a shuddering breath, before trying to smile. "I"m pregnant Justin," You said. You didn't want to draw it out, so you chose to simply tell him. His expression changed in seconds. His face was slack with amazement, but then he broke out into the most breathtaking smile. "You're serious?" He exclaimed, the smile still etched upon his beautiful face. You nodded your head, your heart pounding. "You're not... upset?" You asked, as he grabbed your hands. He stared at you in bewilderment. "How could I be upset? (Y/N), we're having a baby! Unless you don't want it...?" He trailed off, his smile faltering. You shook your head, suddenly overwhelmed with joy. His reaction had triggered the reassurance that this was right, and that you were in fact going to start a family. "No Justin, I'm so excited! I just didn't know if now was when we wanted to start a family," You said. He shook his head, the dazzling smile returning to his face. "Of course I want to start a family! We've never sat down and talked like 'lets have a baby now,' but of course I want to start a family with you! (Y/N), this is incredible news!" Your eyes welled up and you couldn't help but smile. "Justin, I'm so happy!" You said, now realizing that there was something so tiny growing inside of you. "We're going to be parents." You murmured, stunned. "We're going to be excellent parents is what you mean." He corrected making you smile. "Come here," He said, grabbing you gently around the shoulders. He pulled you into a tight hug before kissing your temple. "This is so incredible." He whispered, in a hushed voice. "I know," You said, placing a hand on your flat stomach, realizing that there was someone in there. He placed his hand over yours, kissing your lips. "Well Mrs. Bieber, I think we are going to make excellent parents." He said, kissing you again. You kissed him back, smiling as he traced your spine.
