Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Chapter 2: Last Try

SERRINA

Tucking Amelia in had gotten a lot harder since starting school. After our night of sex, Amelia had woke up and ended up dragging me into her room. The next day was exhausting and eventually, a week passed before she went to sleep without me sleeping beside her. Once I was sure she was asleep, my head was foggy with exhaust. I just wanted to curl in my own bed and sleep, but that wasn't an option just yet. I had two other kids to say goodnight to. I  began my short journey up the stairs and gently knocked on the first door, creaking it open  and peeking my head around Braxton's door. He looked up from his laptop and smiled at me, "Hi Mom."

"Hey buddy." I replied and stepped into the room, "Time to get to bed." I walked across the large room and sat beside him on his bed. He closed his laptop and looked at me like he was trying to find words to say, "Whats up?"

He quickly shook his head and dropped my eye contact, "Nothing." He was lying, I knew that much, but if he wasn't ready to tell me or just didn't want to, I wasn't going to pry.

"Alright," I ruffled his hair and bent over to kiss his forehead. He was 11 now and puberty was hitting, so he was nearly the same height as me. He was growing like a weed and I was staying my mediocre height of 5 feet and 3 inches, so to be fair it wasn't difficult to be taller than me, "You've got school in the morning. Go to sleep."

He nodded and kissed my cheek, "Love you. Goodnight, Mom."

"I love you too." I stood up and left the room, turning the light off then closing the door, moving down the short hallway to the only other bedroom up here. I knocked and waited for Krystal to call me in, knowing that if I didnt, I'd have a moody preteen on my hands.

"Come in." She called and I pushed the door open. When she saw me she smiled a little, "Hi Mom."

I smiled at the thought that the twins greeted me the same way, "Hi hon." I stood just inside the door and sighed, "It's bed time." I hated how different the twins were. Braxton was loving and nurturing. I had never thought he'd get along with a sister until we had Amelia, then he fell in love and takes care of her. He's a big softie with a massive heart. Krystal, on the other hand, is introverted and quiet. She loves the family, but it doesn't show very often. Usually she's closed up in her room or plugged into headphones. Talking with her wasn't difficult, but she didn't like to talk, so it could get awkward fast. They were also quickly becoming teenagers and she had enough mood swings for them both.

She rolled her eyes, "None of my other friends have bed times."

I shrugged, "So?"

"So why do I have to have one? Im 11 years old." God, she was so much like I was at her age.

"Because sleep is important." I crossed my arms, "If you don't want to sleep then don't, but it's lights out."

She threw herself onto her bed and let out a groan, "Whatever, fine. Goodnight."

I sighed, "I love you."

"I know."

I bit my lip and stepped out of the room, turning off her light as I left. I quickly moved back down the stairs and towards my bedroom, stopping at the door just before it. The house had 5 bedrooms, 2 upstairs and 3 down. We had turned one into an office and Justin used it to write music and get some quiet time. It had been close to 9 years since he stopped being, Justin Bieber, world wide sensation and traded the title for, Justin Bieber, father and family man.

I gently opened the door and leaned against the frame. He was sitting on the small futon with his guitar beside him. He hadn't noticed me coming in so my voice made him jump, "You coming to bed?"

He looked up from the notepad in his hand and flashed me sad eyes, "I wrote another song." I could see everyday how much it killed him to not be in the studio and it made me feel like a terrible person for asking him to stop, but we had a beautiful life now and I wouldn't change a thing.

I walked over and moved the guitar so I could sit beside him, "Whats it called?"

"Been You, I think." He leaned his head on my shoulder and turned to kiss the bare skin on my neck, "I have so many songs." He sounded like he was going to cry.

I turned my head and pressed my lips to his forehead then lifted his lips to mine. Our kisses used to make me feel electric and excited. Now, they made me feel warm and at home. He was my home. Which reminded me, "It's tonight." I said with wide eyes.

He looked up at me confused, "Whats tonight?"

"My ovulation peak." I smiled and took the notebook from his hands, moving it to the side, "Are we going to do this?"

He smiled, the sadness from his forgotten career now gone, "I think we should."

We had been trying for a new baby for months already and nothing had taken. Almost 3 months ago I had been pregnant and miscarried at 7 weeks. It had hit us hard because we were realizing it wasn't as easy to get pregnant as it had been when we were teens. Ironic, now we actually wanted more kids and we weren't having very good luck.

His lips were on mine and moving fast. I pulled back after a few seconds and put a hand on his chest, "If it doesn't take this time we should stop." He wasn't agreeing, but he wasn't disagreeing, "It's too stressful. Maybe it's not supposed to happen."

He sighed, "Okay. Let's not jinx our last try then." I smiled and quickly nodded. He brought my lips back to his and I caught a quick glance at the open door.

Without warning, I got up, walked over, and clicked the lock. We weren't loud, but with Amelia next door, I wasn't going to risk her walking in if she woke up and I wasn't there.

I walked back to Justin and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again. His hand glided up and down my sides and mine were wrapped in his hair. He bit my bottom lip and I tugged his hair. He laughed and moved his lips off of mine and down to my neck. I tilted my head to the side, allowing easier access. His hands moved under my shirt and I lifted my arms above my head to let him slip it off my body. I did the same with his shirt and his lips moved down to kiss the small gap between my breasts.

I arched my back and let out a hot breath before coming back to him and sliding my hands down his chest and gripping at the button on his jeans. He moved his head from my body and I quickly unbuttoned and slid his pants to his ankles. While I was up, I slipped my pants off and kicked them to the side.

He pulled me back to him and stood up so our bodies were mashed together. His chest wasn't as toned as it used to be, but he was still in good shape. My body was not the same after Amelia so I couldn't blame him for slipping up a little.

His breath fanned over my neck and he lifted me off the ground, settling me onto the desk and unhooking my bra effortlessly. It fell to the ground and he stared at my body in awe.

That was something I loved about him. Although we had been together for almost 13 years, he still looked at my naked body like it was his first time seeing it.

I pulled him back to me and shuffled my hands down to his boxers, slipping them over his thighs and to the floor. He did the same with my underwear and then bit my neck and he slid himself in. I let out a small moan and buried my face in his warm skin. We moved in harmony, having perfected the act in the years we had been doing it, and finishing within seconds of each other. He ached his back and his breath caught in his throat as my climax forced him into his. Our bodies, sweaty and stuck to each other, somehow made a beautiful melody that could put anybody else's sex to shame.

It made me smile and we moved to our bed for round two.