If I Die... (Final Ending to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 49

(Christie's pov)
-1pm-
Justin and I painted the whole kitchen in four hours. We even put two coats of paint on it.
"Looks good."
I admired it.
"Very nice."
Justin spoke in a seductive tone. I turned around to see his eyes on me.
"Justin, quit."
I playfully pushed him.
"What? I'm talking about the kitchen."
He played dumb.
"Why were your eyes on me?"
I questioned.
"Ok, I wasn't talking about the kitchen."
He chuckled then kissed me cheek.
"We need to look for jobs. And we need a car. How will we get furniture?"
I thought out loud, but I didn't mind.
"Don't worry. We'll rent a car then find jobs to buy one."
Justin put his arm around my shoulders.
"Let's get lunch. You want a sandwich or granola bar?"
He asked me.
"Granola bar."
I'm not ready for a sandwich yet.
"What kind?"
He asked.
"Honey."
I replied as I opened a jar of baby food for Drew. I fed him in my arms, making sure he didn't have any trouble. After he finished the baby food, I have him his baby bottle to suck on.
"Here you go, love."
Justin handed me a cup of water, a napkin, and the requested honey granola bar.
"Thanks."
I giggled and took it. I set Drew on the air mattress with a blanket around him, so he wouldn't fall off. I kept the door open, so I can monitor him while I eat.
"What job do you want, babe?"
Justin spoke with his mouth full of bread, peanut butter, and jelly. I didn't mind. He's kinda cute.
"I don't know. I like books and music and art."
I really don't know what to do for a job. I don't even have a completed education or anything.
"Wow, that sounds so...You."
He sipped from his water.
"What do you have in mind?"
I asked him as I tried to avoid thinking about eating. The more I think about it, the calories, the more I feel less motivated to eat.
"Anything's fine with me, except math or chemistry."
Justin replied.
"I don't blame you. When did you quit school?"
I never asked about his education.
"Uhm, I think 6-7th grade."
Is he serious?! Damn.
"Oh, geez. How are you...?"
"Smart?"
Justin smirked.
"Well, you seem smart to me."
I confessed.
"I learned a lot from Khalil. He dropped out in 9th grade."
Justin shrugged, still smirking.
"Wow."
I breathed out.
"You're smart too. You were almost done with high school."
He finished his sandwich then threw his trash away.
"I guess s-"
"You're smart."
Justin winked before I could finish.
"C'mon, we've got one more room. We can finish it today."
Justin pulled me into the bare bedroom. We moved the air mattress and Drew to the living room, so he wouldn't get disturbed by the scent of paint. Justin and I painted the bedroom a dark chocolate brown. It was a pretty, calm, sorta romantic color. I like it.
-6pm-
It's getting late, and we just finished painting the bedroom. My back and arms are tired from painting all day.
"You want me too make you a peanut butter sandwich? We can share it."
Justin offered. I took it since I know he wants me too eat something other than granola bars. Drew was laying on my chest as I rested. I need to change, bathe, and feed him. Ugh, being a mother is hard work. I sighed then carried Drew to the bathroom. I washed him up then changed his dirty diaper. I put him in light blue pjs then put a bib on him. He needs to eat.
"Are you hungry, Drew?"
I smiled at him as I fastened his bib.
"Bae...beee."
Drew smiled in excitement. I stopped and looked at him in shock.
"What? What did you say, Drew?"
I put all my attention on him.
"Bae. Bee."
Drew just talked! Holy shit! He said "Baby".
"Justin. Justin! Justin, come here!"
I grinned in the same excitement as Drew.
"What? What, baby, what happened?"
Justin rushed to me, studying me close. He looked worried.
"Drew. Justin, Drew just said something!"
I giggled happily.
"Seriously? What'd he say?"
Justin grinned at Drew.
"Ask him."
I turned back to Drew.
"Drew, what did you say?"
I crossed my fingers that he'd say something again.
"Bae. Bee."
Drew smiled bigger. I guess it's from all the attention and excitement.
"Damn, he did say something. He said "Baby". Did he pick that up from me?"
Justin smiled and hugged me.
"I wouldn't be surprised. That's, like, your favorite word."
I hugged him back.
"No, it's not, baby."
He protested. I didn't say anything. I just raised my eyebrows at him.
"My baby's sassy."
He grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek.
"I can't believe it. Drew can talk."
I'm still surprised. I lifted Drew in my arms and kissed him lovingly.
"Hey, no fair. I want a kiss like that."
Justin fake pouted.
"You're not a baby."
I opened the baby food and began feeding Drew.
"So that's means you're not my baby?"
Justin sat beside me. He was purposely sounding sad. He looked like a sad puppy, which made me feel for him.
"Aw, I guess I am if you want me to."
I kissed his cheek.
"Yay!"
Justin hugged me and kissed my temple. I giggled and tried burping Drew again. I patted his back on my shoulder. Finally, Drew burped, and I smiled at his cuteness. I quietly rocked him as Justin set half a peanut butter sandwich in front of me. I took it and bit a small piece off.
"Christie, I don't know if you know this, but I'm so proud of you. I'm proud of you in every way. You don't know how much this means to me to see you trying. I don't know what I'd do. who I'd be without you."
Justin spoke in a soft, quiet voice since Drew was getting sleepy.
"I'm happy to help."
I gave him an soft smile. This isn't the most comfortable topic for me.
"How are you feeling?"
He stared at me, making me feel a little insecure.
"About what?"
I bit my lip a little.
"About...the baby."
Justin glanced at the table then back at me.
"Uhm...I still feel bad. I feel terrible, to be honest. I know that's not the answer you wante-"
"Christie, don't be so self conscious around me, baby. I'm not gonna go all freaky on you. It's ok if you feel bad. I just don't want it to hurt you too deep."
Justin sat beside me and pulled me on his lap.
"I just...I wish I could've done something. I didn't care if it was your brother's."
I started to cry on Justin. I still think about the miscarriage. I still think about Justin's words, how I'm fucked up. I still think about my parents. I still think about the bullying at school. I think of it all. I think about everything. And, yes, I might cry, but at least I can move on.
"It's ok, Christie. I've got you."
Justin rubbed my back comfortingly.
"Justin, I don't wanna go to a therapist. We don't need help, do we?"
I can't help but think about how the future. I know me and Justin will fight at times, but what if it gets violent? What if I fall back to where I was?
"No, we can manage. I won't let you fall. You won't let me fall. We'll be ok. I promise, baby."
Justin dried my eyes and kissed my cheek.
"Now, gimme a kiss."
Justin turned his cheek for me to kiss. I giggled and kissed his cheek.
"Good girl. Now, let's get ready for bed. I'm tired."
He pulled me into the bathroom. I put Drew in bed ; then we washed up, brushed our teeth, etc.
"Ugh, I'm so tired."
I plopped next to Drew, who was already asleep.
"Me too."
Justin laid beside me and Drew.
"I love you, babygirl."
Justin kissed my temple.
"I love you too, Justin."
I moved closer and shut my eyes.

(A/N: sorry for the really late post. Also there's about two more chapters left guys omb😱😓 next post is on Monday)

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