Justin Bieber, 21 years old.
Madalyn Bieber, 6 months old.
Madalyn is Justin's little princess, he would do anything for her. She has Justin wrapped around her tiny baby fingers even if she is only 6 months old.
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been really busy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Next Day - Justin's POV
I woke up and Madalyn was still asleep on my chest. I coo in my head so I didn't wake her up because she might not be feeling better just yet. I grabbed my phone out of my sweatpants to take a picture of her sleeping on me to post on Instagram. I also sent the picture to my mom, dad, Ryan, and Chaz. Everyone responded with the word "aww" like I suspected because that what they always say when i send them a picture of her or us.
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A few minutes later, Madalyn started to stir and she opened her eyes and I smiled at her. She smiled back me and giggled, her little giggle is so cute and every time I hear it I melt because she's my everything and I don't know what i would without her.
I sit up with her and kiss her cheek, she smiles super big.
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I get off my bed and put Madalyn on my hip and walk downstairs. Once we're downstairs, I go into the cabinet to get one of her bottles and formula after I put her into her highchair. I pour some of the formula and water in the bottle. I shake it up and put in the microwave for 20 seconds. Once it's done, I checked the temperature on my hand and I give it to her. A couple minutes later, she finished and then she threw her bottle at me. She's only done that once before when she was sick a couple months ago, so Madalyn is definitely still sick.
When Madalyn is sick, she acts like little devil and she's a lot to handle. I'm going to call my mother and tell her what's going on with Maday. I grabbed my phone and dial my mother's number.
P - Hey Justin!
J - Hey mom, Madalyn is definitely sick.
P - Why do you say that?
J - I made her a bottle and then when she was done she the bottle at my head.
P - Oh wow, has she ever done that before?
J - Yah once before when she was sick a couple months ago.
P - Oh well, do you want me to come over and help?
I heard the doorbell rang and I got up to answer the door. I opened the door and saw my mom. "Hey mom" I said to her as I hug her. "Hey Justin" she said as she hugged me back. "Where's Madalyn" she asked. "In her play area" I told her. We walked to Maday's play area and found her with her foot in her mouth. Oh Mads, of course you have your foot in your mouth. "So what are we gonna do with her being sick?" I asked. "We should give her some baby Tylenol and then go from there" she answered.
"Madalyn" I called. She looked up at me still with her foot in her mouth. I took her foot out of her mouth and then picked her up. We walked to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen to grab some baby Tylenol. "How much do I give her?" I asked. "2.5 mL" she told me. I poured the right amount into the little cup and give it to her. She didn't want to take her medicine so I said "if you take your medicine, you'll get a new stuffie." She perked up at the word stuffie and immediately took the medicine even though she didn't like it one bit.
"Alright Justin, I'm gonna head out" she announced. "Okay, thanks mom for your help" I said while giving her a hug. "No problem Justin" she said. She headed to the door and said "Bye Justin." "Bye mom" I replied. After she left, we walked over to the couch and turned on TV. "Let's see what's on TV shall we princess?" I asked. Sofia the first was on Disney Junior, I turned it on for Madalyn.
After 10 minutes went by, I looked down at her to find her sleeping. I turned on some hockey game that was on since she was asleep. When I turned on the game, I realized the game was Maple Leafs at Kings. The score was, Maple Leafs 1 and Kings 2.
