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

Chapter 17: Kylee & The Radio

SERRINA

~ 15 Weeks Pregnant ~

I slid into the diner booth and let out a long sigh. Connor laughed at me and leaned into the table, "It's been a long time since we sat down here, huh?" I didn't respond as I stared at the menu. Over the years, it had never changed. I had grown up eating at Papa' Pizzeria and the restaurant had a feel of nostalgia to it now.

"Me and Ash don't like coming here." I looked up at him and flashed a small smile, "We used to come here with Krys. Neither of us like to sit here without her."

Connor flinched and sighed, "Jesus," Then he shook his head and reached across the table for my hand, "You should've said something. We could've gone somewhere else."

"No," I laughed, "I still love it here. It reminds me of her." He gave me a small and sad smile but I responded with a warm smile and he siughed, continuing to babble about everything that concerned him, from Kim Kardashian's new hair to Braxtons grades. It had always amazed me how he could move from one topic to another so smoothly. Then he said something that brought me back to his world.

Just after our waitress had taken our orders he sighed and leaned back in the booth, "So I've been talking to this girl online."

I raised a brow and smiled, "I thought you were gay." I let out a small laugh, "Or was that your excuse to make me not hate you?"

He snorted and smiled, "You couldn't hate me. You love me too much." Then his smile faded and he sighed, "Her name is Kylee." He reached for his phone and turned it on, "She messaged me to see if I knew how to contact you. Apparently I'm not as hard to stalk as you are." He was swiping through his photos and then paused at one, holding it up to show a picture that seemed familiar.

I took it from his hand and zoomed into it, pointing at one of the teenage girls in it. She was a pretty girl, small and petite with an oval face and blue eyes. Her hair was a light brown and her lips were full. Behind her was an older couple, probably her parents, both who looked so in love it made me dizzy, and to her left was a slightly older version of her, the same face shape, blue eyes, full lips. The parents looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen them before.

I stared at it for a long time before shaking my head at Connor and frowning, "Who are they?"

He looked over my arm and pointed at the young girl again, "That's Kylee," Then he pointed at the man. It took me less time to realize where I knew him from than it would have taken for Connor to speak and, even then, he didn't have to say anything.

His hair was grey now instead of dark brown and his eyes were a golden blue. His thin lips used to be full, like Kylee's and mine, and his eyes were surrounded by wrinkles, showing that his life had been full of laughter. I shook my head and my brows came together in denial. I glanced up to Connor and he was watching me with a half smile.

"That's impossible." I said to him and gently shook my head, "He left because he didn't want kids."

He shrugged, "I guess he did." He was still holding one of my hands and he gave it a gentle squeeze. By the look on my face he must have realized I needed to hear the words, so finally he said it.

"Serrina, that's your dad." And suddenly my world was crashing down.

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I sat in my car, the engine idling quietly as I stared at the tiny family portrait I had from when I was a baby. I was only 3 months old and my mother was holding me close to her face, gently kissing my forehead. She was young, only 15 when she had me, but she had a look of maturity that I had never seen on anybody that age. My father was a year older but he was the same, more mature than any boy his age, staring at my mother and I with a look of such love it made me sad. He had been the best father, or at least that's what my mom said, until I was 6 months old. That was when he disappeared, never saying anything to my mother and not leaving anything for me to remember him by.

I ran my thumb over the worn, fading picture, at the couple who looked so happy, and my mind took me to the picture Connor had shown me. He looked the same, only older.

The car door behind me jolted open and made me jump. The kids voices filled my ears and I tucked the photo back into it's safe spot as the piled into the car. Braxton and Amelia into the back, Krystal into the front.

"How was school?" I asked as they buckled their seat belts and got comfortable.

"Good!" Amelia, as usual, was the first to speak up, "We played with sand today."

"Oh," I laughed and looked at her through the mirrors, "That sounds like fun."

"It was," She stopped talking and stared out the window.

"Brax? Krystal?" I looked between the two of them, "How was your day?"

Braxton gave a little shrug and stared out the window, biting his tongue and holding something back, "It was fine."

"Same," Krystal nodded and flicked the radio on. As the music filled her ears I saw her eyes fill with regret and horror.

An all too familiar voice filled my ears and the twins caught it too. Amelia wasn't as attentive but she noticed all of us freeze. My heart began to race and I felt my stomach start to knot. It was a nice song, but the singing made my blood go cold. It seemed to go on forever and I couldn't bring myself to move to car until it was over, but then, when it ended the radio host began to talk.

"And that was the radio premier of Justin Bieber's comeback song, What Do You Mean. If you ask me, we all know what he means, and we're loving it! Keep the hot tracks coming out Bieber! Your fans are back and more ready than ever before!"

Another song began to play but I turned the radio off in fear that the song might come back on. Tears were burning in my eyes and it made my chest hurt to hold them in, but I had to be strong for my kids, because Krystal looked like she was about to cry and Braxton looked ready to punch a wall.

"Dad is making music again?" Krystal's voice was full of pain and as she turned to me a tear fell down her cheek, "Why didn't he tell us?"

"He was going to." My voice was quiet and broke as I spoke because I didn't have the energy to lie to them, "I'm sorry."

She scoffed and turned away from me, sniffling and crossing her arms in defense, "Whatever. At least we know what he cares about."

And as much as it broke my heart to hear her say it, I couldn't defend him. My words didn't mean anything. Justin had made his bed, now he had to lay in it.