Love In The Lights (Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 163

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

(One month later)

So a whole month has passed and it seems as if nothing has changed, which is a good thing, a fantastic thing actually. Me and Justin are so loved up it's unreal, most people cannot even stand to be in the same room as us because apparently we are just always so touchy-feely. But hey, I have my reasons, I'm heavy pregnant- now seven and a half months- I am not the one who starts it, and lastly, I can help it if I am so god damn irresistible, kidding.

Everything seems to be going so well in my life right now, me and Justin are so happy, Dylan is still happy and healthy, even though he does still kick very hard at the wrong times, mostly when I'm trying to sleep, but I don't care because I love him and I like it when he kicks, I guess it's just a reassurance that he can hear me.

Truth be told, me and Justin haven't really started to prepare for Dylan-Rae's arrival, mentally we are prepared, but physically we aren't. Mentally, we are ready for the no sleep, long hours and wailing and not getting much time to ourselves, but physically, we are not ready. We haven't even begun to paint Dylan's room, built the cot or anything, and even though I told Justin that it would probably be easier to just hire someone he said no, that he wanted to do it himself- and him being the stubborn man he is, I didn't even bother to say otherwise.

But today, me and Justin have both promised that we are going to work our asses of and paint the room, just so at least we have started, I was so ready for it, truth was I was getting bored of sitting around doing nothing, because there wasn't much I could do.

Wherever I went out of the house, it was crazy and sometimes things got to hectic and violent so I agreed to stay in for most of the time, just to be sure that our little Dylan doesn't get harmed, and I still did go out of the house, but I got tired easily, because I have to say, carrying for two gets extremely tiring.

Now especially I am seven and a half months pregnant, I'm huge, well I feel huge, and disgusting. My bump is now like the size of the earth growing off of my stomach, and none of my clothes fit.

Just the other day I had a mental breakdown and cried because I couldn't fit in to any of my clothes and felt fat, unattractive and just... gross. So Justin being the beautiful and loving man he is, scooped me up in his arms, promised me that I was beautiful and would love me no matter what my size- even though I wasn't fat, I was pregnant, he then took me out and basically bought me a whole new wardrobe of clothes, mainly maternity clothes, but he also bought me new shoes, even though I didn't need them. Oh how I love him.

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'Morning... Why are you calling me so early?... Oh, sorry... So what did you want to tell me?... No Scooter I can't come right now, or today I'm painting Dylan's room... is it that important?... can you not just tell me over the phone?... seriously?... okay, fine give me like ten minutes and I'll be there, but I can't stay for long... yeah, okay, bye' I heard Justin mutter into the phone before hanging up.

Fluttering my eyes open I saw Justin pacing the room as he hung up the phone, licking his lips, then running his fingers through his hair.

'Morning' I smiled softly at Justin, clearly seeing the distressed look on his face as I sat up in bed, crossing my legs and dropping my hands into my lap 'morning baby, how you feeling?' Justin asked as he walked over to the wardrobe 'I'm fine, er, who was on the phone?' I asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear 'oh, just Scooter, he said he has to talk to me about something so I have to go and see him, but I promise I won't be long, is that okay?' Justin asked poking his head out from the wardrobe 'sure, that's fine' I nodded my head.

Only a few minutes later, Justin walked out of the wardrobe in his normal attire- jeans sagging low and a shit with a leather jacket.

Wondering over to me, he crawled over to men crawling over me as I laid back, allowing him to hover over me 'don't start painting or anything until I'm back, I don't want you to over work yourself okay?' Justin said sternly 'yes mum' I giggled as Justin shook his head 'I'll be back soon, I love you' he sang, leaning down to press his lips to mine 'I love you too' I giggled before he crawling down my body, pulling my top up to reveal my huge stomach 'and you be good for mummy, I love you as well' he murmured, kissing my stomach lightly.

'I love you both!' Justin called out as he walked out of the room. I loved how Justin already referred to Dylan as if he was here, always reminding me that he loved us both, I'm telling you, this boy will be the death of me.

I stayed in bed for another few moments before deciding that I wasn't going to waist the day and I was actually going to get up and get changed before midday.

Skipping into the bathroom, I wasted no time before hopping into the shower and washing my hair and body, letting the hot beads of water linger on my skin.

Stepping out of the shower I threw on: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=74267228 before waddling down the stairs.

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Hearing the front door slam shut- rather loudly- I snapped my head towards the front door, only to see a pissed off looking Justin.

'you okay?' I asked him, wary of how he might react 'fine' he muttered as he didn't even look at me, walking up the stairs, well stomping to be honest. I knew something was wrong, something was up with him and it was clearly something Scooter had said because just over an hour ago, he was happy and smiling, but now? That's all gone, all vanished.

Whatever is bothering him must be something pretty big because he never usually shows what he is really feeling, if something that does involve me has happened, but this time he was. But something else struck me when walked into the house, he looked angry, confused, but he had that look on his face, the one look that says 'I don't want to hurt you' and that's what worried me the most.

I hesitated as to whether or not I should go upstairs and check on him, but finally my mind made up the decision to go upstairs and talk to him, I hated when he was like this, it worried me, I wanted him to be able to tell me whatever was bothering no matter how horrible the news may be.

Creeping up the stairs, I didn't want to annoy him, so I stayed quiet, he left the bedroom door slightly open, probably knowing that I was going to come up to talk to him, I licked my dry lips before pushing the door open a little bit more so I could walk in.

Justin was sat on the edge of the bed, his back facing me, but from what I could see, his head was dug in his hands as he kept letting out long, hard breathes.

Climbing onto the bed, I sat behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso, kissing his back through the material of his shirt, Justin sighed once again and relaxed into my touch, leaning back into my body and closing his eyes.

'are you okay?' I mumbled 'I'm fine baby, don't worry' he breathed out, even though I knew he was lying, whatever he was hiding from me was eating him alive. 'Justin, you're not okay, you can tell me you know that' I mumbled as I rested my head on his muscular back.

'I know baby, it's just that, ergh I don't know' he mumbled. Turning in my grasp, Justin crawled over to the head board and leaned against it, pulling me with him so I was sitting crossed leg, in between his legs facing him.

'you seem stressed' I muttered 'I am' he admitted.

'I need to tell you, but don't get annoyed at me or anything, you have to promise me' he said grabbing both of my hands in his, bringing them up to his mouth and kissing them 'i-I promise' I mumbled completely confused.

'it's just that, I went over to Scooters and he was telling me about everything to do with the album and how well its doing' he began 'Justin, just spit it out' I giggled slightly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze to let him know that I was not going anywhere, no matter what the circumstance.

'I have to go back on tour'