Baby Bieber

Chapter Twenty Three (Month Six)

Nicole's POV

When the whole world found out Justin and I were engaged, all hell broke loose. Some people were mad, some were happy. That's just how it is, I guess. "Nicole?" Justin asked, snapping me out of my daydream. "Hm?" I asked softly. "We were talking about the date of the wedding?" Justin reminded me, lacing our fingers together. "Oh, right." I nodded, clicking the cap on my pen.

"I think it should be a few months after the twins are born, Doc said they are due in July, right?" Justin asked. "Yes, the date isn't exact, though." I nodded, they are supposed to be born in three months. "Okay, so we'll have a fall wedding then, Is October good? Or do you want a winter one?" Justin asked, scribbling everything down on the notepad that he had on the table. "Fall, definitely." I said. "Okay, that's all we will do for now, I'll hire a planner so that we can tell them everything that needs to be set up." Justin said, ripping the piece of notebook paper off of the metal spiral.

"Do you want to go out for lunch, or should I make something here?" I asked, sniffling my runny nose. "I can make something, babe." Justin said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "I can make some pasta, or whatever you'd like." Justin said, opening the refrigerator and scanning what we have available. "Any sort of pasta sounds divine right now." I smiled softly.

"Sure, does chicken linguine with cheese sauce sound good?" Justin asked. "Amazing, thanks. Do you need any help?" I asked. "No, I'm fine baby. Go take a bath with the bath salts I got you, relax." Justin said. "I'm going to go up with you until you are in the bath, though. I don't want you to slip or anything." Justin said, making my insides flip with nervous energy.

I've noticed faint, wriggly stretch marks on the sides of my stomach and breasts. I loathe them, I've secretly bought expensive creams to get rid of them but nothing has worked. I feel so big, it's overwhelming. Delilah was a pretty small, petite baby, and still is. Little to no marks left from her in my belly. I know I'm having twins this time, but I feel like a giant compared to all the other mothers at my pregnancy classes. They all have small bellies, barely as big as a honeydew melon. Meanwhile, I'm here with a giant stomach.

I shouldn't be worried though, right? We are practically married! But deep down inside, no matter how much I told myself Justin wouldn't even notice, I still felt insecure. "Okay." I swallowed, Justin took my hand in his as he walked with me up the stairs. As he ran the warm water, I bounced my leg anxiously. I didn't want to undress in front of him at all.

He added lavender scented bath salts, and some capfuls of rosey-scented bubble bath mixture. "You can start undressing, babe." Justin said, lighting a birthday cake scented candle. I slowly removed my comfy gray sweats from my legs, that wasn't the part I wast nervous about. I removed my ugly underwear, I wasn't going to wear lacy Victoria's Secret panties while I was discharging from my extremely sensitive...you know.

"I'm going to keep my top on in the bath." I said, crossing my legs as I sat on the toilet. "Don't be silly, no one is here but me and you." Justin said, Delilah was at school. "I don't want to." I whispered. "Why, baby? Is there anything I need to know?" Justin asked, dropping the towel he was holding and coming to my side. "I..I have lots of stretch marks." I murmured, rubbing my eyes to welt the tears away.

"Babe, that's what this is about?" Justin asked softly, I nodded quietly. "Lift your shirt, please." Justin asked me, I reluctantly listened to what he said, limply rolling my tank off. His fingers gently unhooked the clasp of my brassiere, one hand resting on my bare hip. His fingertips traced the faint stretch marks on the sides of my stomach, eyeing them with extreme carefulness.

"You see these?" Justin asked, pointing to the marks. "These are so special to me, you know why? Because these are signs that our babies are growing inside of you, it's a sign that they are going to be born healthy. Especially since there are two little kiddos in you, there will be more stretch marks. And I love them." Justin said, pressing kisses to my tummy. "Now, you see these, baby?" Justin asked, making my breath hitch as he touched my stretch marks on the girls. "These are a sign that milk is developing to feed our babies, to keep them healthy and strong. I never want you to feel bad about them. I want you to be proud that you got these from being a mother, okay?" Justin said softly, running his fingers gradually through my hair.