Don't Leave We Are Meant To Be (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Part 28 Kristi (Ellie's Mom) P.O.V:

Kristi's P.O.V:

I hope Ellie's going to be ok. I mean I hope I made the right decision by letting her go. She's never gone somewhere big and far away like this before by herself. I did insist that one of Justin's body guards meet us and take her up there. I think his name was Kenny Hamilton. This wouldn't be happening if she had to go alone. I don't know why I ever thought badly of Justin. I always swore he was going to turn out gay. But, after talking to him personally I have formed a different opinion about him. He doesn't seem like a bad kid. He seems like a gentleman and I'm cool with that. As long as he's respectful and trust worthy. Ellie said he doesn't like her in a girlfriend type way, but I am her mother and I know one, when she's lying and two when she's in love. She's never had a boyfriend so this is something new. Maybe she doesn't even recognize the feelings she experiencing. But it's love that I saw into her eyes.

She's grown up so fast. I remember that day when I brought her home from the hospital. She was 6 pounds and 6 ounces while being 18 inches long. She was so tiny. She could fit right into the palm of my dad, her grandpa. I remember her finding out she was having a baby sister. She was so excited and even named her; her name would be 'Baby Lizzie'. She chose Lizzie because her lullaby was always on the radio and that was the name in it. Every morning when she would wake up, she would run to me and hug and kiss my belly saying, "Good morning Baby Lizzie. I love you."

I remember her first day of school. Her sister was only about a month old and I remember me crying like a big baby as she walked onto her school bus with the yellow bows in her cute pigtails with her white ruffled socks and her cute little denim dress with her black Mary Janes. She had her PowderPuff book bag and her name tag around her neck. It seem like she was more excited to ride the school bus then to actually go to school. I held Lizzie in my arms as Ellie runs to her bus, her pigtails bouncing with every step she took. I was happy for her to go and make new friends at school, but my first baby was leaving me. I watch her start walking up the steps, when she turns around and sends me a wave and blows me a kiss.

She yells out, "I love you Mommy!"

I didn't want her to grow up too fast. I laugh because I still tell her that now even though she's grown to be a beautiful 15 year old who steals all the boy's heart, but is so oblivious to love. We'll be at the store and a boy will be checking her out and my little innocent Ellie will just stand there, clueless. When we get into the car, I tell that boy was checking her out and she would get so embarrassed. I had to keep telling her to embrace it. Now I look at her and she's stolen the heart of the Canadian pop singer.

I feel a tear slip from my eye and run down my cheek as I'm having flash backs of my oldest baby girl. It's not a tear of sadness, but a tear of being a proud mama. How did my sweet little 4 year old baby turn into an independent, well almost, young lady? In just a few years, she'll be leaving me for college. What am I going to do then? I mean she's leaving to go meet one of the most famous people in music in the world up in New York City. WITHOUT ME! She doesn't need me to hold her hand as she crosses the road of life. I can't say I'm not proud of her, because that would be a lie in a half. She's turning into such a young woman. I'm so proud of how she carries herself in a modest and mature fashion. She's so graceful and careful with every decision she makes. I mean I'm not saying it's a bad thing and that I'd rather her being some big rebel teenager who is rebelling against the world and mixed in with the wrong boys and drugs. That's why I never say anything about her little obsession with Justin Bieber.

I just think to myself, "She could be obsessed with other things."

So I zipper my mouth and just thank God. So I am happy how careful she is, but at the same time, I want her to make her own mistakes. I just want her to take some kind of risks because I don't want her to regret anything. I just want her to chase her dreams and do anything she has to so she can get there. She may be growing up so fast, I will always see her as my sweet little 4 year old baby, holding my hand and not wanting me to let go, but I know I have to so she can grow up.