Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Incarcerated (AU) [pt. 2)

3 Weeks Later

"Mommy!" Your little girl squealed as she ran into your arms.

"Y/d/n!" You smiled, picking her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you held onto her. When she leaned back, you peppered kisses all over her face which made her giggle and try to push you away jokingly.

"Hello dear," Your mother said with a tight smile.

After you were arrested, Ryan's family wanted nothing to do with you or your daughter. They completely shut you both out, saying that you were the reason he was ruined.

When they hadn't offered to keep her for you, you'd actually been overjoyed, not wanting them to advantage your innocent daughter for what had happened between you and her father.

However, the only other option you had for your daughter was your uptight mother. She was a very prideful, well-known woman in her community and she found it a shame and disgrace that her daughter was incarcerated.

Despite how she felt, she still brought y/d/n to see you twice a month, and for that you were grateful.

You rolled your eyes at her and sat down with your daughter in your lap.

"Hey, you're not allowed to have her in your lap!" One of the newer guards barked at you.

You covered your daughter's ears with your hands. "Hey, you should shut the fuck up and worried about your non-existent edges!"

"Y/n!" Your mother, who now sat across from you, gasped. "Are you allowed to talk to them like that?"

You shrugged. "No, not really."

"Mommy, guess what!" Y/d/n smiled up at you.

"What?"

She held up three of her tiny fingers in your face. "Last week, grandma and I bought 4 fishies!"

You opened your mouth in mock surprise. "Oh, you did?"

"Yeah, we did! But when I woke up yesterday, one of the fishies was at the bottom of the bowl so grandpa flushed it down the potty!"

"Aw, I'm sorry baby. I promise one day, we'll have a really big tank, and you can pick out as many fishes as you want to put in it!"

Her eyes lit up like stars, which put a gigantic, goofy smile on your lips.

For the next twenty minutes, y/d/n told you about all the stuff she'd done from the last time she'd seen you. You realized she had a pretty productive life for a five-year-old, and even though you wouldn't let it show, you wished you could be there to see all the stuff she was telling you.

"You're awfully quiet," You pointed out, looking up at your mother.

She shrugged and ran her tongue over her teeth, something she only did when she was nervous.

"Ma, did something happen?" You asked. Lowering your voice, you continued, "Did he try to um... did he try something?"

She shook her head, avoiding your eyes. "No, it's not that..."

"Then what is it then?"

"Your father and I've been talking, and we don't think it's a good idea for me to keep bringing y/d/n here to see you..."

You cracked a smile, "You're joking, right?"

Finally, she looked up at you. "No, we're serious."

Your grip tightened around your daughter. "You can't stop me from seeing my own child."

"Dear, I'm not stopping you - these walls are," She sighed, "Y/d/n is five now... This isn't what you want your daughter to remember about you is it? The orange jumpsuit and tacky plastic chairs?"