Baby Bieber

Chapter Twenty Five (Month Eight)

Nicole's POV

I'm still living in a hotel. I would've thought that we would've made up by now, but I can't just accept his meaningless apology. When I saw Justin with some girl, my heart ached so badly. It hurt a lot. I can't do anything but sit at the corner of the hotel bed and think about Justin until it hurts my head. I just stare blankly at my hands trying to forget what it's like to kiss him. All last month he met me at Delilahs school every day, trying to explain what happened and such. But hearing his voice just makes the horrible memory come back.

He didn't stop until about two weeks ago, when I threaten to call the police. Of course I wasn't going to do it though, but I guess he took it seriously. But on weekdays Justin picks up Delilah from school and keeps her with him until 8:00 pm, then he brings her home. Even when he brings her home, I don't say a word. I open the door just enough for Delilah to get through, and then I close it.

It was a Wednesday, so I dropped Delilah off at school and I won't see her again until eight. When I got back to the hotel, I ate a few bites of a deli sandwich I had bought yesterday that was in the mini fridge. I wasn't at all hungry, though. The sick, bubbly feeling of heartbreak was still heavy in my stomach. But I had to eat, I couldn't risk having the babies being born unhealthy.

I'm a whopping eight months now, and I have to admit; It's harder having to hold up your own hair while you vomit your guts out. It's hard to get up when there's a watermelon attached to your stomach. But I will do it alone if I have to.

I had to get out and do something, I decided. Not to just sit here like a lump of sadness. I was going to go to the library, it was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk. I got a sweater and pulled it over the tank top I was wearing, and pulled on some walking shoes. I don't even bother with makeup anymore, I have no one to look nice for, anyways. I slipped my phone in my back pocket, surprisingly Justin is still paying for my phone service. He is blocked, though. I tucked the room key in my bra, it'll never get lost if I put it in there.

I went down to the lobby, and started walking down the busy sidewalk to the library. Do you know that gut feeling you get when you are being watched? That's what I feel right now. I turn around to see if anyone is staring or following me, no sign of anything suspicious. I know you should follow your gut, but I think I'm making a big deal outta nothing.

I still had that gut feeling as I walked to the library, but what could happen? I'll be fine.

Once I got to the library, I found one of my favorite mangas, Sailor Moon. I flipped through a few pages, and decided to sit down and read it for a bit.

I was going to continue this later, I still had to go to the store to get some supplies for a project Delilah is doing at school. I checked out the book, and left the library.
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Justins POV

I adjusted my hoodie over my head, shoving my hands in my pockets and looking down. Nicole almost caught me. Caught me doing what? It's kind of hard to explain...see, I've been following her around lately for the past two weeks. Not stalking her, just protecting her. I want to make sure she's okay. There's bad people out there, I know a friend that got jumped while pregnant and she lost the baby. I could never let that happen.

Since I've been watching Nicole for a while, It was evident that she took my betrayal very hard. Her eyes were dark, and lost. No shine in them whatsoever. Every visible facial bone scarcely prominent, she must've not been eating right. I just feel like running up to her and catching her in my lips before she said anything. To be able to touch her soft skin, to be able to smell her luscious hair.

I only had two more hours until I had to go get Delilah, I usually take her out for some lunch and then we go somewhere, whether it's the park or a dress shop. Then we usually go home and take a nap together, then it'd be time to take her back to Nicole.