Ariana's POV: we were on our way to the airport. It's time for Brazil.
Ricky was still sick. So I decided to have him on the jet with me.
He didn't know exactly about what Justin said on t.v or what he texted me. He's too sick.
I can't let him know.
"Alright guys see you in Brazil. Love you babies." I blew a kiss to the rest of the crew taking the public flight.
"We love you too queen." Brian waved.
I helped Ricky get on the jet.
"Baby let me carry that." I tried to get Ricky's bag.
"What the fuck? No." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"It seems heavy." I whined.
"Ariana I'm sick. Not a 90 year old man." He chuckled.
We put our things down and sat on the seats.
"Hello. How are you two today? Do you need anything?" The flight attendant asked.
"Hi, can I get some medicine for a fever." I politely asked.
"Sure." She walked off.
I found Ricky staring at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Your beautiful baby." He smiled weakly.
I felt tears in my eyes.
"Babe." I cried while brining him into a hug.
"I love you." I cried.
"I love you too baby."
He was sick and wasn't feeling good, but he still told me that I'm beautiful. That's why I love him so much.
"Now, tell me what's up with this Justin bs."
I didn't think he remembered. I was nervous about telling him.
I didn't want him to get mad.
"I'm waiting.." He sighed.
I took a deep breath and faced him.
"Alright. So basically..."
