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

Chapter 4: Album

JUSTIN

"I hate dividing." I looked long at Braxton as he threw his pencil onto the table and sighed, "It's too hard." He had always been a smart kid. He excelled in English or anything history related, but when it came to numbers, he couldn't make sense of anything.

My lips curled into a smile and Serrina placed a cup of coffee in front of me, "I used to love math." She said placing her hands on my shoulders and giving me a gentle massage, "Division?"

Braxton nodded, "Yeah. Long division. 864 divided by 9." He pointed to the question he was having troubles with.

She rested her chin on the top of my head, "Can you take 9 away from 8?"

He had to think for a while before shaking his head and looking confused, "No."

"What about 86?" She was moving through 864 one number at a time in attempt to explain it.

I could see the frustration in his eyes and he looked to me for help, "Try this," I held out both my hands and stretched out my fingers, "You have ten fingers, right?"

"Uh," I had totally lost him as he glanced down at his hands, "Yeah."

"You want to see how many times 9 can be multiplied before being more than 86, right?"

He nodded and I held down my first finger, the pinky on my left hand, "9 times one is..."

I wanted him to answer so I stared at him while he thought, "9." He replied.

I nodded and wiggled my nine remaining fingers, "Exactly." I lifted up the first finger and held down the second, the one the kept my wedding ring, "9 times 2?"

Braxton had to think for a while before sighed, "18?"

"Good job," Serrina told him. He smiled at his mothers praise.

I showed him my hands, "See, 1 finger is up on one side or my folded one and on the other side 8 are up?" He nodded, "Combine the numbers and you've got 18."

"I get it I think." Braxton held up his own hands and folded down his third finger, the middle on his left hand, "So 9 times 3 is..." He paused for a second to count, "27?"

"Yep," I smiled, "So keep going one at a time until you're close to 86."

He held down one finger at a time and counted each number. 36. 45. 54. 63. 72. He smiled, "81!"

I nodded, "Right. So 9 can go into 86 how many times?"

Now he was confused and gave me a look of total loss.

"Which finger are you holding down?" I pointed to each finger, "1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8..."

"9?" When he saw me nod he grinned and wrote down the 9 and subtracted. He carried down the remaining 4 and now had 54. He did the same thing and concluded his answer at 96.

As Serrina moved to check his answer my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I got up and rubbed my hand through the hair on his head, answering my phone and walking towards my office as I pressed it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Justin?" I recognized the voice immediately and smiled, "How have you been?"

"Scooter? Shit man. I'm good. How are you?" It had been a long time since I had spoken to him. After I retired, we stopped talking for the most part since we didn't have as much in common after that. It had probably been almost 2 years since I spoke to him last.

"Im good." He yawned and then cleared his throat, "Listen, man. I got approached by a record label who wants you to do a comeback album and as your previous music connoisseur they wanted me to talk you into it."

My heart began to race, my palms began to sweat and my stomach was suddenly full of butterflies. Wait... What? What? A label wants to sign me? Thats impossible. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes before letting out a shaking breath and mumbling, "Say that again."

He laughed, "Wanna make some more music?"

I was speechless. Of course I wanted to make music, "Yeah." My voice was barely a whisper and it probably sounded like I was about to cry.

His voice changed to be more serious, "Talk about it with Serrina and the kids and call me next week. Ill be waiting."

"No," I gasped, not wanting him to hang up. Serrina and the kids wouldnt care about me working again. If anything, they'd be happy that Im getting back out there. I was still young enough for it all. I took a deep breath, deciding on the spot to surprise my family. They'll be so happy for me.

I took a deep breath and smiled, "Tell them I'm in."

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Serrina was sleeping quietly beside me letting little snores out as she slept. After having Amelia, she had started snoring at night. Meghan had said that it was normal after having a few kids for your body to change in ways that don't seem normal, but in reality, it was.

I rolled over and lifted the covers off my body, climbing out of the bed as quietly as I could. If Serrina woke up, I'd have to stay here and I couldn't sit still right now. Not after What Scooter had told me.

Apparently, a record label had seen a photo of me and my family and decided that it would be a good time to make music again since my kids were older. They knew what music had meant to me even though my family came first, but now my family was grown up and I had time. I figured it would be a good idea.

The thought of recording a new album made me restless and I couldn't sleep. I had been sitting awake for hours already and finally came to the decision that sleeping wasn't going to happen, so instead, I decided to write.

I snuck out of our bedroom and closed the door behind me. The office was next to our room, so I didn't have to go far. I closed that door behind me too, careful to not to make too much noise. Once inside, I let out a long deep breath and rubbed my palms into my face.

I can make music.

All the songs I've been writing could be actual songs.

The thought almost made me cry with excitement.

I slid onto the futon and lifted my guitar to my lap. We had soundproofed the room when the twins were babies so my music wouldn't wake them up. That meant I could play as long as I was relatively quiet. I strummed a few chords and then reached over and grabbed my notepad.

As I strummed quietly I found melodies that seemed to match and wrote them down. As I found a rhythm that seemed to fit, I began to hum along and add lyrics. It had been a long time since I had been this inspired or excited to make something.

You make me feel like I'm breathing my last breath; Make me feel like I'm walking my last steps; Look at all of these tears we've wept; Look at all the promises that we've kept.

I continued to scribbled down different things, crossing them out, and rewriting. The melody changed over and over as I rewrote the song.

I've put my heart into your hands; You have my soul to keep.

I flipped the page and rewrote it, scrapping the first copy and making it neater, better. I sang along as I wrote it down and smiled to myself as I listened to the lyrics.

I let you in the best way I can; You're not hard for me to reach.

It was about Serrina.

And you've blessed me with the best gift; That I'll ever know.

It was about my children.

It seemed to only take a few minutes but when I looked up, the sun was beginning to peek through the blinds and curtains the covered the window. I rubbed my eyes and looked down and my messy page, reading the lyrics one more time before sighing and deciding on a name that seemed to reflect my family and what they did for me.

They gave me a reason. They gave me a happy sanctuary.

They gave me purpose.

Purpose.