Lights (P.F.T Sequel)

Chapter twenty-eight

- Third Person -

She was broken, shivering in the morning breeze as she hugged her fiancé's oversized sweater closer to her goosebump ridden body. She watched the figures from behind her blurry vision pile the luggage into the ridiculously large tour bus, her heart cracking as each bag was hauled inside. The dark sky casted above the dimmed mansion, the sun barely awakening to rise at the early hours of five-am.

He crept down the stairs quietly, his heart clenching after saying goodbye to his sleeping daughter. He saw her petite shaking silhouette stand by the door and frowns deeper. Enlacing his arms around her waist and growing bump, he buried his face within the crook of her neck and kissed her exposed skin. She clenches her eyes shut, willing the tears to stay at bay as she leans back into the safety of his chest and inhales his intoxicating scent.

"Don't cry beautiful." He whispered soothingly, reaching a hand up and brushing away a fallen tear that had sneakily escaped. "It won't be long until I'm home again."

"I know." She croaks, gasping for a breath as she turns slowly. "What am I going to be like when you're away for longer in the future?" She knew that the reason behind her devastation was because in the last year, she adapted to having Justin at home with her and being pregnant wasn't helping that matter either.

"I don't plan on going away for a very long time and even then, I hope to have you with me." He raspily said. He rubs her arms, scanning her cold body and frowning. "Go inside baby, you're freezing."

"I want to see you off." She tells him. Truthfully, she wanted to be with him until the last second. "I'll be okay."

Wrapping his bulky arms around her chilly body, he pulls her close and tucked her head beneath his chin. Their eyes close, savouring the last few minutes together before they would be ripped apart for five grueling weeks. Hearing a masculine clear of the throat, their eyes reopen and land on a sorrowful manager.

"I'm sorry to be the burden of bad news but we need to get going." Scooter speaks softly and cautiously. He sees Lux's lip quiver and her chin dimple appear and knew it was his time to go. "I'll give you a minute."

Justin nods in a silent sign of gratitude and pulls Lux back into his protected embrace. She fists at his shirt, tears uninvitedly escaping from beneath her soaked lashes. He felt his own emotions quiver as he clutches her tightly, feeling the beautiful bump brush against his lower stomach. He lays his hands on her shoulders, holding her at arms length as her ragged breath attempted to steady.

"You listen to me, okay? Everyday I will ring you, everyday I will text you, every night I will skype you until you fall asleep during our call and before you know it, I will be home again and you get to have me in person." He instructs, brushing his calloused thumbs over her sticky cheeks and catching the falling drops. "If ever you miss me, anytime even if it's three, four or five in the morning, you call me and I'll always answer."

"Okay." She whispers.

"JB, we gotta' go man." Scooter calls from the bus doors. Justin glances over his shoulder and nods, a ton weight colliding atop of their chests. "Look after yourself and baby Bieber's, Lux."

Lux smiles and nods. "You too, Scooter. Try and keep him under control, yeah? And tell Kenny, Steve and Mitch too keep him safe, I'd like him to come home in one piece."

Scooter laughs. "Always."

Scooter disappears inside the home on wheels whilst Justin nips at Lux's chin and tilts her head upwards. Her caramel eyes glisten, a scream of heartbrokenness shining through as he cups her jaw delicately and presses forehead to forehead.