The Guns.

Nine.

Justin's POV.

The night was going well, planned, everyone was getting along.

Until Ariana started having extreme stomach pains. We ended up calling 911, thinking she was miscarrying. 

She was laying, painfully in a hospital bed. "I don't want anything to happen to the baby.." She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

I sat on the bed beside her, pulling her up into a tight hug. "The baby's going to be fine. I promise." I knew just as well as she did that it scared me. 

The doctor came in, & I got up. 

"Miss Grande, your baby is fine." She said as we both sighed in relief. 

"But, you have anemia, and as you know you have to take iron. Iron causes your baby to grow faster, so that means the baby will be premature but it should be fine. That means your due date changes, you should be due around Feburary 28th." She said smiling, handing the clip board to Ariana, as she filled it out.

"Wait, that's the day before your birthday." Ariana said pointing to me.

"I know." A huge smile arising upon my face. 

We left about 30 minutes later. We arrived home where my mom & dad were frantic. We explained everything that was happening & went to my place.

I was driving when Ariana suddenly had taken it in.

"Juuuussstiiiiiiiinnnnn, my belly's growing." She said lifting her shirt up.

I put my left hand on the steering wheel, putting my right hand on top of her stomach. She carefully laid her hand onto mine. A smile growing on her face. 

I pulled into the driveway.

"Carrrrry me!" Ariana squeled like a little kid.

I went around to the passenger side, picking her up wedding style & carrying her inside. She was laughing so hard it was contagious. 

We walked upstairs, I laid her down on the bed, laying beside her. 

"I love you." She said kissing my cheek. Her eyes struggiling to stay open. 

"I love you too baby." & with that, we were both asleep.