Justin Bieber Imagines

"INTTYS" II.

(lowercase intended)

i walked up the stairs and into the bedroom, where i laid down under the covers and cried.

justin followed behind me with his bottom lip trembling. "y/n," he choked. "y/n, babe. i didn't know that happened. why didn't you say anything?"

"b-because i-i k-knew w-what you would s-say." i sobbed violently. "you think i-i'm a slut, d-don't you?"

"baby, i-" he paused. "of course i don't think that." he sniffled. "i only said it because i thought you were going to say that you cheated on me.."

"i did, though." i sobbed again, trying to gain my breath. "but i don't remember anything. i don't remember anything after showing up with
y/bff/n." i cried harder than before.

he ran to my side and rubbed my back as tears streamed down his face. "y/n i am so sorry this happened to you." he clenched his jaw and shook his head. "i'm so sorry."

"what am i gonna do, justin?" i whispered after a bit. "we're only twenty-one, we aren't ready for a child."

"y/n, listen to me. i need you to understand that no matter how the baby comes out, i will be here for you. and as of now, if you don't want it anymore.... then i'll support you on your decision."

"o-okay."

i sat up quietly and stared at him and he stared back at me. we were like that for a while, just sitting and wondering what to do now that we have an addition to our family that we didn't even want. tear stains on our cheeks, eyes red and puffy, hands entwined.

i sat in deep thought, actually. thinking about what the baby would look like. maybe the baby would look like me so that i wouldn't be burdened with having to stare at my child and see the person that stole my innocence and left them in return. maybe she would want justin to be her dad, and she wouldn't care who her actual father is. and if she did, there's not a single chance i'd ever tell her how monsterous of a man he was--whoever he was.

"i love you." i murmured after staying in thought for another ten minutes.

"i love you too, baby. and trust me, i'll be with you every step of the way."

at that, i smiled slightly.

[two years later]

"ma-ma."

"ma-ma."

"ma-ma."

"ma-"

"yes, amari?" i answered my daughter tiredly. "you need to be in bed."

"no tired."

"did i ask?"

"yes. you ask." she said with a giggle.

"justin!" i yelled, carrying her into the kitchen and placing her into his lap. he was seated on the barstool infront of the island and grinned at the child sutting on him.

"what?" he responded while he tickled her.

"get your kid." i laughed. "she won't go to bed."

he looked down at amari and she smiled sheepishly. "you were supposed to go night-night?" she nodded.

"no night-night daddy."

"yes night-night."

"no."

"yes mari."

"i stay up."

"no it's nighttime. cute little girls like you have to go night-night so they don'r wake up and look like trolls." he ruffled her curly black hair.

she gasped. "night-night." justin got off the stool and held her.

"give mommy kisses, tell her night-night."

"night-night ma-ma." she squeezed my cheeks with her palms and pecked my lips. "i lub you."

i smiled happily. "i love you too, baby."
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to clarify, yes y/n kept the baby.
good ending? tell me what you think.