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

Chapter 13: Wednesday At 12

SERRINA

"I just can get enough of him." Connor gushed and pressed his lips to Greyson's cheeks, "He's just so adorable."

"Thank you." The grin on Ashley's face was impossible to miss as she watched in with her son, "He's a really good baby. Ollie was so much more difficult."

I smiled, "Amelia was the most difficult of mine. She's very clingy." I saw Connor nod slightly in agreement. He had moved in temporarily and Amelia had stuck herself to his hip whenever possible. It was adorable for me to watch, but slightly annoying to him. He loved her, don't get me wrong, but a bipolar 5 year old is not an easy thing to handle all the time.

"And you're having another," He laughed like it was a joke and looked up from Greyson, "When are you due anyways? I haven't asked yet."

I stared at him with a slight scowl and Ashley watched us in horror, "I'm not." I sighed and shook my head, "Why would you even say that?"

"Yeah," Ashley piped in too, "That was really insensitive."

Connor looked between us like we had both grown extra heads, "Are you kidding me? You take of your clothes in front of me and I've seen you with a baby bump before." He shrugged, "I thought it was totally obvious."

"Oh my god!" Ashley gasped and took her baby from his arms. He instantly pouted, "Did you just call her fat?"

"No!" He was a deer in headlights and he was holding his hands up defensively, "I was just assuming." Then after a few seconds of silence he shook his head, "What makes you so sure you aren't?"

Ashley was still full of hormones so she was fuming mad, "She took a test, dumb ass."

"How long ago?" The snapping didn't even phase him, "And have you and Justin..." he trailed off, my sex life still an awkward topic for him, yet a pregnancy wasn't.

"Over two months." I answered. I had to shut Ashley up before she said something she'd regret, "And we haven't had sex in almost three."

He almost looked a little sad, "So you've been getting your period?"

As I thought about it my heart began to race. He had a point. I couldn't remember my last period... My eyes must have gone wide because Ashley perked up and a smile appeared across her lips, "Oh my God." I hovered a hand over my lips and gently shook my head, "That's not possible."

"I'll go get a test." Ash jumped up and took off towards her bedroom.

I was wide eyed and Connor was watching me with caution, "How far along do you think you are?"

I shrugged and a hand fell to my stomach. I felt a tiny lump below by belly button the told me the pregnancy test wasn't going to be necessary, "I have no idea."

"I got it!" Ashley practically threw the cardboard box at me. I grabbed it off the table and turned it so I was staring at the instructions.

It was pretty simple, like most of them are. This one, though, told you if you were 1-2 or 3+ weeks if you're pregnant. I felt my heart pounding so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest.

"I'll be back in a few then." I mumbled and stood up, making my way into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I unwrapped the test and placed it lightly on the counter. Quickly, I peed on it and put the cap back on the top. I tossed it in the sink and pulled up my jeans, hesitating when I reached the button, running my fingers across the skin there.

It wasn't protruding much, if at all, but the thought of a baby being inside there made me smile. My hands fumbled around across the skin and the tiny fluttering was more my nervous stomach than a baby, but the though my me laugh. I closed my eyes and thought about what Justin had said when we were trying to get pregnant.

One more and we will be complete. That's as long as it's abbot. If it's a girl we might need to have a few more boys.

The thought made me smile and I slightly wished that he was here with me as I found out.

I reached down for the test and pulled it from the sink, knowing they didn't actually take 3 minutes to process, and looked at the response it was giving.

My stomach filled with butterflies as my fingers ran over the smooth skin there. I felt like I was about to cry and my heart pounded so hard in my chest I could've had a heart attack. It was impossible not to smile.

The tiny digital screen was telling me exactly what Justin and I had been wanting for months.

3+ Weeks.

I was pregnant.

I covered my mouth and began to cry because I was happy, but also because I was scared and alone.

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"Hello, Meghan Thorpes office. How can I help you today?"

I took a deep breath and glanced between my best friends, both of whom were so excited for me that they were shaking in their seats.

"I need to make an appointment for an ultrasound." My voice was shaky and I wished Justin was here to hold my hand.

"Is this your first time with us?"

"No," I chuckled, "She delivered all of my kids."

The receptionist laughed, "Okay. What's your first and last name?" I told her and listened as she typed it in, "I see that it's been a while since you've been in. Is this for a new pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"Okay." She dragged the word out to fill the dead air, "So how far along do you think you are?"

I bit my cheek and sighed, "I honestly have no idea."

"Anything will help. Dr. Thorpe just needs to know what machine to book you for. Less than a month? More?"

"More." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "Probably closer to 2 or 3 months."

"Oh," The girl was genuinely surprised, "That is a little bit far. We want to get you in soon then." She hummed as she skimmed through their appointment book, "How is next Wednesday? 12:00?"

I smiled, "That's perfect. Thank you." I hung up the phone and looked at my friends. "I'm in."

Ashley squealed and grabbed my wrists, "I'm so happy for you."

Connor didn't seem as happy as he was before so I leaned over to him and sighed, waiting for him incoming response.

It took him a few seconds longer than I was expecting, but eventually, he spoke, "When are you going to tell Justin."

And my heart, which had been soaring above the clouds, came tumbling down and my stomach felt slightly nauseous. I didn't want to tell him. I was still mad at him.

But invite my tongue and forced myself to be mature, "Tomorrow." I sighed, "I'll tell him tomorrow.