Love Wholeheartedly | JB| a.u | BWWM

Four.

I'd signed the papers.

I sat on the bed in mine and Justin's room and I looked at the photograph of the baby over and over again, just so it could finally sink in that this was happening.

Justin arrived and greeted me with a slow lingering kiss.

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He flipped us over and I was straddling him and he smiled broadly at me.

"Was today a good day for you, Mr Bieber?" I asked him as I trailed my finger down the buttons of his shirt.

"Yes. I fixed a few things that needed fixing and we can head back home whenever you're ready." He said to me.

I smiled.

"I've got some news for you." I said.

"You went shopping for more lingerie?" He grinned.

I flicked his nose and rolled my eyes.

"No. Not everything is about sex, Justin."

"A man can hope."

I shook my head.

"What's the news?" He asked me, smiling.

"I signed the papers." I smiled.

"You signed... oh." His face lit up. "Are you sure? We don't have to if you're not sure, sweetheart."

"I'm sure. I want to have her."

Justin sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me all over my face in excitement and I was giggling and trying to push him away from me in the process.

"Stop it." I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smiling and recovering from my giggling.

"You made my day even better." He stroked my back gently. "I can't wait, Dileah."

"Me too." I said. "Do you think we can have her with us when we get married? I'd really like that."

"I'll talk to my mom about that."

I sat up straight and looked at Justin.

"I think the baby would complete our wedding pictures." I smiled.

"I think so too." He played with a lock of my hair.

"Your mom wants to plan our engagement party." I informed Justin. "She thought of an all white theme."

Justin smiled.

"I hope you know it's going to be over the top." He said.

"I asked her to keep it simple."

"My mom doesn't know what 'simple' means, Dileah."

I scrunched up my face.

Pattie couldn't go all elegant on me. I wouldn't even know what to wear and the idea of some guests looking better than me at my own party didn't sit well with me.

Justin pecked my chin.

I looked at him.

"It's going to be fun. Don't worry about it." He said.

"I don't want anyone looking better than me at my own party." I crossed my arms.

"Anyone who looks better than you will be escorted out the building." Justin smiled.

I chuckled.

"Sounds good to me. I like that idea." I told him.

He took my hands in his and searched my face.