I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Twenty Seven

♥ c u t e n e s s ♥

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"Dad," Justin said through the phone. "I'm fine. What about you?" he asked. "Yup. Hey dad, mind opening the door?" he asked again. "Yup," he paused and waited. "Because I can't make it to the meet up, so I sent a little something," he grinned slightly. "Yup, right outside your door," he nodded. "Mhmm, open up now. Like right now," he smiled. "Yeah. Sorry I can't make it." he sighed. "Love you too, dad, bye!" he turned to me. "He is so definitely cry like how he did in my tour in Asia, when I was singing U Smile." He laughed.

I grinned.

What he did was so, so sweet.

So sweet!

"I don't know, he said there's something for us," a deep voice -Jeremy- said.

The door opened.

"Hey dad," Justin sheepishly said, replacing his smile, with a grin.

Makes no sense really, but there's really something different when he grins or smiles.

"Just... Justin? Son!" Jeremy exclaimed in joy and pulled Justin into a really tight hug. "Missed you! How's your mom? How's the crew?" He bombarded Justin.

I laughed quietly.

"Hi, there," a lady warmly greeted me.

"Hey, Mrs. Bieber." I waved a little.

"Oh, call me, Erin, dear." She said with another smile.

"Hey, Erin," I corrected myself with a smile.

"Oh, who's this beautiful young lady?" Jeremy smiled and caught my eyes with his.

"Dad, Erin, meet my girlfriend, Justine." Justin said, and snaked his arm around my waist.

"Oooooooohh, come on in, there's so many baby stories I could tell you about Justin," Jeremy said with a smile.

Erin laughed as Justin moaned.

"Daaaaadd,"

"What? There's nothing wrong," Jeremy shrugged.

"Yeah, Justin. Nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all." I smirked.

"Wait, we'll go get you some drinks," Erin said with a smile.

The house was cozy and warm. Really comfortable to be in.

"Boo!" Jazmyn appeared, and hugged Justin's legs.

"JAZZZYYYY!!!" Justin squealed and picked her up.

I smiled and sat down on a couch.

"Hi," a baby's voice appeared beside me.

"Hi," he repeated, shly.

"Why, aren't you the cutest little thing!" I squealed, putting him on my lap.

"I'm Jaxon Bieber," he giggled.

"Jaxo," Justin called out.

"Big brother's here," Jaxon giggled.

Justin held his arms open and Jaxon climbed in. "Hi, Justin,"

"Hey, lil bro, how you doin'?" Justin asked, and kissed him on his head.

I was about to stand up, when I felt something tugging onto my shirt.

I looked down, and there Jazmyn was, tugging onto my blouse.

"Yes, Jazzy?" I asked her with a smile.

"Do you want to play with me?" She asked with her cute smile.

"Oh sure!" I said and she held onto my index finger, pulling me to her room.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, amazed at her Barbie doll collection.

There's Barbie... Ken... I forgot.

"I'm having a tea party. Want to join us?" Jazmyn asked.

"It's okay, sweetie. Go and have fun. I'll join right after I'm done admiring your Barbie dolls," I smiled and stroked her hair.

"Okay," she simply replied.

So cute.