I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 96 - Party Time?

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♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

“It’s not as cold out as I thought it’d be,” Ryan commented, dragging a chair in front of a table and pushing it in.

“Better for us,” I chuckled, walking over to him and grabbing his shoulder. “Let’s head on inside now.”

“Are we done?” he asked, looking around Jamie’s backyard.

“We’re done,” I nodded, following his gaze. “Phoebe will take care of the rest.”

“How nice of her to do this for you guys,” he said, a smile creeping on his face.

“Nice? She’s amazing. But you helped a lot, too so thanks,” I patted his back and walked back inside the house, him following after me.

“You can go ahead and take a shower first,” he called out. “I still don’t know what I’m going to wear.”

“Since when are you so critical about your clothes?” I laughed.

“Shut up,” he stuck his tongue out at me. “Just go, I want to be ready before Allison gets here.”

I raised my hands up in defense. “Calm your nipples, bro.” Hearing him laugh behind me, I chuckled to myself as I went up to my room, taking out the clothes I was going to wear before heading to the bathroom.

It’s finally time for Lil Jason’s baby shower. I’m so happy that Phoebe did her best to make sure everything was awesome and I’m sure Jamie will love it—especially since she doesn’t have to walk around in crutches anymore. She actually got released from those four days ago, which was a huge relief. Now I know she can go places more comfortably, even if it’s just to the bathroom.

Now all we have to do is wait for Phoebe and the others to come over and finish setting up so that we can call Chaz and give him the okay to bring Jamie over. Even though she knows what’s happening, it’s more of a surprise if she’s the last to show up.

After finishing my shower, I quickly got dressed, spending an extra amount of time on my hair before the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted me. I fixed my shirt before walking downstairs, strolling towards the front door.

“Wow, nice dress,” I playfully winked at Phoebe, stepping aside to let her in.

“Nice… Hair,” she laughed, setting her purse and a few bags down on the couch before I closed the door.

“I spent more time on it this time,” I stated proudly and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t do that often,” she retorted smartly and I pouted as she grabbed some of the bags she came with and handed them to me. “Here, these are bags of chips. Can you just pour a few into a couple of plates? I’m setting them at each table so everyone has snacks and you’d be a huge help.”