I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Twenty One

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"Hey, that's the other girl you met like, a couple weeks back," I held my finger up at the laptop screen, motion for Justin to look at where I was looking at. "Remember her?"

"I don't. . ." Justin began quietly, tucking his chin in the crook of my neck, making me sense the frown on his face. "I can't. I met so many people in the last couple of weeks, it's hard for me to remember them. I don't even think she told me her name."

"Oh," I simply said, pulling my lips into a straight, thin line. "Okay, then."

"Hey, do you think we'll actually have twins next time?" Justin randomly asked, making my thoughts pop into a thousand bubbles. Leaning into his chest for more warmth, I let out a breath.

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"I think yes," he immediately answered, making me laugh. "I'm serious!" When I didn't stop laughing, I took the chance to double over when he lifted his chin from the nape of my neck. "I think it would be cute, why are you laughing? Don't you think so?"

"Justin, don't you think we're still too young to wonder about stuff like that?" I managed to say, holding my breath in case I burst out laughing yet again for no particular reason.

I don't know, I just stupidly found his question funny.

"Hey, it's not like you haven't had your period―and I'm like, already halfway through puberty. . ." He trailed off, giving me a lingering kiss on my jaw, making me laugh lightly; though my heart was speeding, making me anxious about something I'd rather not say. "We could always make babies when you're ready."

"Baby," I mumbled, going with the flow. "I'm horny right now."

Alarmed, surprise and excitement flashed across Justin's eyes, making me struggle to hold back a laugh. "Really?" He finally asked, after about a minute of staring at me in a daze.

Flashing him a sickeningly sweet smile, I said, "How about no."

"That was the biggest disappointment I've received so far," Justin sulked behind me, hiding his face in my shoulder as he stretched his arms longer around me, enough for his fingers to be intertwined. "But, okay."

"Why are you so desperate to have babies?" I chuckled softly. "Besides, whoever said you'll be the father of my children? Ah, wishful thinking; mindless dreaming, dream big―I respect it. Great role model you are."

He pulled the longest face ever, "That's not mindless dreaming, and sure as hell not wishful thinking. I wanna have kids because I want a family and I honestly picture myself attending events and everything with them and they're beautiful mother, AKA you."

"No one said I'll be your wife, especially not me," I snapped playfully, turning my head to the other side when he pulled me backwards, his chest to my back pressed altogether as tightly as can be.

"Well then, what I say would count even more," he mumbled against my cheek, making me laugh and squirm as he began leaving me butterfly kisses, tickling me in the slightest way possible, yet really easily.

Smiling literally from ear to ear, I let out a quiet sigh as pictures of us and our future children began falling neatly like puzzle pieces in my head―except, they were in collages instead. 

"I guess. . ." I grinned ever so slightly, "so."

"So, two, four or six?"

"The hell are you talking about?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows. "Clearly you're not talking about the number of kids. . . Right?"

"Actually, yes. Yes, I am."

"Holy fuck, six? Seriously? I think I'd rather stick to three―hopefully two girls and a guy."

"Now that's just unfair and hands down biased of you―I would prefer two guys and a girl. I need my boys to protect my little girl in case any guy breaks her heart, you feel me?"

"And I think I need two girls because then the guy would learn to respect girls because he could learn from his sisters, you feel me?"

"Who the hell said he wouldn't be able to learn respecting girls from his father right here?" Justin retorted, making me turn around to look at him with his eyebrows arched. "If he doesn't learn from me, but from his sisters, then clearly something would be wrong right there."

"Fine," I pursed my lips in, evening out the situation. "Four. Guys first before girls, I hope."

"Me either," Justin nodded briefly, "What if we actually get fraternal quadruplets? If, there's actually such a thing. And we actually get two guys and two girls with them being the first two older ones rather than the guys?"

"I do not want to die delivering them babies," I affirmed, then shutting up when Justin sighed.

"It's just a question, you ain't goin' anywhere."

"There's nothing else we could do, then," I paused, "but I just have a feeling that, no matter who I end up with in the future, I'm going to have twins with them. I just feel it, but I don't know how."

"Fuck yes," Justin whispered, barking a loud laugh as he gave me one of his superb back hugs. "I just hope it's true."

"But, you know, the chances of either Jenna or Jonah having a pair would definitely be higher. Obviously."

"You're telling me?" Justin mumbled, resting his head above mine. "Okay, we should probably stop talking about babies, it's gonna make me think forever."

"But one more question, how old do you want to be a dad?"

"Definitely before thirty," Justin answered instantly, making me nod, understandingly. "Why that question though."

"Curious," I smiled. "What about twenty-five?"

"Twenty-five, what?"

"Being a daddy at the age of twenty-five."

"Oh, that would clearly be perfect," Justin chuckled, capturing my lips with his for a quick peck. "Let's carry on stalking my fa―"

"Hey guys," three knocks followed in tow. "Will you come downstairs for a couple minutes?" Pattie's gentle voice paused steadily. "As mothers, the both of us have something to share with the both of you."

"About what?"

"The talk."