My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Twenty-Three

"I want to keep it a secret."

**Justin**

"What?" I say.

"I want to keep it a secret. Your mom will get mad and Scooter will be mad. My dad-" she cuts off. "Oh, my dad. I don't want you to get in trouble. You will get so much trouble. I'll find a way to hide it, but I can't distract you right now."

I shake my head. I couldn't stop shaking my head. Why would she hide the baby? I know it is a lot of responsibility, a lot of it, but I have to try to be a father to my child. I couldn't hide him. Or her. I couldn't possibly do that.

"But shouldn't we be proud of the baby? Who cares what they think?" I say, placing a hand on her stomach. "We have to tell them."

"You wouldn't be able to be able to continue your career, Justin. All the time would be taken by the baby. We can't tell them," she says. "We will later tell them when I have him. I just want to figure everything out with this. I am as new to this as you are. Less prepared, but like you. Please just do this for me."

She takes my hand, looking into my eyes.

"I love this baby. I really do. I just can't be a distraction to you," she says, letting go. "I know how hard you worked to get here. I can't let you throw it away for a baby."

Tears begin to fall again as she stands up. She grabs her suitcase and walks to the door. She opens the door and looks back. I jump up, running up to her.

"Marry me," I say, turning her to me.

She looks at me with wide eyes.

"Marry me," I say. "I can help take care of the baby with you while doing everything else. I may not always be here, but at least you know I am never leaving."

She looks up with disbelief, love, and happiness. She falls into my arms, her sobs loud and clear.

"Does this mean you'll be my wife?" I ask, kissing her head.

Her head nods and she holds me close. I kiss her head again. I rock her back and forth, smiling. I kiss her head again and twirl her around.

"We are gonna have a family now," I tell her. "You are gonna have a family."

**Rosalie**

I was finally gonna have a family. It has been about four months since Justin had proposed and I told him about my pregnancy. I was starting to show, my belly swollen a little.

I was sitting on the couch eating caramel-covered ice cream with a container of cashews next to me. I was continuously eating every day. Justin was at the studio with his gang making music like he does. All I know is that it is called Heartbreaker.

I get up and put the bowl away. I sit back down and feel my drowsiness hit again.

"Ugh," I groan. "I'm so tired."

I lay down and close my eyes. I was just about to sleep when the door opens.

"Babe, I'm home." I open my eyes. "And I got you some S&V."

I sit straight up. S&V? Justin walks in with two bags of salt and vinegar chips. I clap and grasp for them. Salt and vinegar chips were my prego munchies. I grasp a bag and tear it open. I eat a chip and groan.

"Someone is happy," he says, laughing. He sits beside me and drapes his arm around me.

"I got my munchies," I say through a mouthful of chips.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

"That baby must enjoy them too," he says.

Then it hits me.

"My ultrasound is tomorrow," I remind him.

"Oh, yeah. Get to find out if it's a boy or a girl," he replies. "It's gonna be a boy."

I laugh. "How would you know?"

"Because it's a Bieber. So it has to be a boy."

"It's gonna be a girl." I cross my eyes and put my nose in the air.

"And how do you know that?" he asks, lifting a brow.

"Because all the children in our family have been girls," I answer.

He starts to tickle me and I burst out into laughter. I fall to my side and he tickles me more, smirking. I could feel my face turn red and my lungs scream for oxygen.

"Justin!" I scream. "Haha! I can't breathe! Haha! The baby!"

He stops and hovers above me, a smile on his face. My shirt had raised above my stomach, revealing the baby bump. Justin lowers his face to it and lays his head on my stomach. He closes his eyes.

"My baby," he whispers. "It will be perfect."

I smile and stroke his hair. Justin kisses my stomach, blowing raspberries into it. I laugh at it, the noise making me smile. He looks up at me and he kisses my stomach again.

"Four months in," he says. "Five more to go."

I smile and stroke his face.

"Then we will have our little miracle," I say, smiling at him.

"Our little miracle," he says.

He comes back up and kisses me sweetly. I smile and kiss him back. He keeps his body weight off mine and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around him and soak up the kiss. His hand travels around the waistband of my sweatpants. I pull away.

"I don't know, Jay. I mean, I am pregnant," I say, looking into his chocolate brown irises.

"Oh, no. I wasn't gonna do that," he says. "It was just my hand."

I bite my lip and look at him. I kiss him and sit up. I lay down, my head on his lap. He plays with my hair and I close my eyes. I could feel my drowsiness come again.

"I love you," Justin whispers, stroking my hair.

"I love you too, Justin," I reply, smiling weakly at him.