Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Chapter 7: Blowup

SERRINA

The bed behind me dipped and I felt Justin roll out of bed. I slowly rolled around to see his bare back, the muscles in it faded from not working out, "Where are you going?"

My voice startled him and he jumped then turned to face me, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

I shook my head, "No, it's okay." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, the grogginess in my head beginning to fade, "What are you doing today?"

Suddenly, he looked like a deer in headlights, wide eyed and mouth slightly open, "Don't worry." Then he panicked, "I'm not having an affair."

My breath left my lungs and I felt like I had been punched in the chest, "I never thought you were." Then I shook my head and glared at him, "Should I?"

He shook his head and dropped back to the bed beside me, "No. Oh, God. No." He took a hand off my lap and turned it over to kiss my palm, "You're it. You're all I need."

As much as I wanted to be happy, I wish this wasn't the only time I see him, as he leaves our room.

He dropped my hand an stood up, "I love you." He mumbled as he threw on the same hoodie he wore the day before. Before I could respond, he had left and the only memory of him was the dampness of his lips on my palm.

*** 1 Week Later ***

When I woke up, I expected the opposite side of the bed to be empty. It was no longer a surprise for me to go days without seeing my husband. Sometimes, we even made it a week before even talking. It was scary that our kids had slowly adapted to his absence and even scarier how angry it made me.

My emotions had been on a peak since he left because I now felt like he didn't care, or at least didn't care enough to take time to tell us what he was doing.

But today he was still here. He was sitting up, writing something down in a journal I didn't recognize, but as soon as he saw me, the book closed and he moved it to the side table, "Good morning." He spoke to me like nothing had changed, although so much had.

I wanted to pull away and give him a punch in the gut when he reached over to kiss me, but I didn't. A part of me still longed for his touch and I craved the attention. It had been a while since he even looked at me like he used to and right now, I was the only thing in his eyes.

"I took the kids to school. I thought you'd want to sleep in." He pushed himself out of the bed and took the journal with him. He was still wearing his jeans and jacket, something he never did. Was he going to take off again?

"Were they okay?" I sat up and crossed my legs, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, "I mean, they haven't seen you in a while. Did they seem angry?"

He bit his cheek, "No, I don't think so." But I knew my kids and they all spoke their minds. Braxton probably bit his tongue and held back his feelings because he didn't want to be mean to his dad, but Krystal wasn't as cautious with her words and said what she felt, not a care in the world if she hurt feelings in the process. Amelia was still to young and oblivious to know what was happening. When it came to Justin, I could tell it bothered all of them that he was gone all the time. Even Amelia, who was too young for anything to seem bad, was crawling into my bed more often than not because of nightmares.

I nodded and reached for my fork, "Thats good."

He smiled at me like it was easy for him, "How have you been?"

"Honestly?" I mumbled and he nodded. I should have held back but I couldn't anymore. I was exhausted, "I feel like I haven't slept in weeks. Our children have enough homework ever day to teach an army for a year. Amelia has nightmares every night. I can't remember the last time I went an entire day without feeling like I was going to puke, pass out, or have a heart attack from doing everything," I took a deep breath, "And Ive taken more Advil in the last two weeks than some villages in Africa are supplied for a year." He face had fallen from something of happiness to something of horror and fear. I shrugged like everything I had said was nothing and let my anger turn my next words to venom, "But other than that I've been fantastic. How about you?"

He almost flinched as he embraced my words and took a deep breath, "I didnt think you felt that way." When his eyes met mine it was like he hadn't heard anything I said, "Why didn't you just tell me?"

I almost laughed and had to bite my tongue to stop myself, but a smile grew on my lips and a scoff left my mouth, "Right, because I talk to you all the time lately."

He dropped his silverware on the table and shook his head, "Jesus, Serrina. I thought we could have a nice breakfast but I guess that's not possible."

I shook my head and stood up, "I thought we were a married couple." I crossed my arms to hide the fists I was making, "But you have proved to me that you don't think we are."

He didn't know what to say to me so I kept going.

"You leave me alone with three of our kids all day without saying anything. Its a miracle if I see you once a week. Besides this morning, when was the last time you actually looked in your kids's eyes, because I sure as hell can't remember. I jus want you to-"

"Im making music again." He cut me off firmly and my words stopped flowing.

He was what? I bit my cheek, "What?"

"Music." He sighed, "Scott asked me about recording a new album and I said yes. I thought I'd tell you over breakfast." He waved his hand over the piles of food and then slammed it onto the table, rattling everything on it, "We have a strict schedule."

I honestly had no words for him. My tongue was tied and my head was completely empty except, "Why didn't you just tell me?

He shook his head and shrugged, "I thought it would be a nice surprise for you and the kids."

Finally, I had a response, "A good surprise for the kids would be for their dad to come home." I shook my head and sat back down, "What about tours? Did you think about that? An album means a tour and you can't uproot the kids from their lives here."

"Of course not," He gasps like I had offended him, "I would make sure I had plenty of breaks to come back and see you all between certain shows."

It took all my might to stop fighting with him. I wanted so badly to scream at him how stupid this was but he wouldn't see it. I could tell that he was excited about this by the way he couldn't sit still. His hand were still clenched on the table so I gently reached across and touched it, feeling him relax almost immediately under my touch.

"Okay," I whispered and nodded, "If you're happy, so am I."

He nodded, "Thank you." And before I could even bother to object, he was standing up and kissing me from across the table.