Being Mrs. Bieber {Sequel To OJT} {In Process of Being Edited}

Chapter 15

- Katy -

"Why are all maternity clothes ugly?" I questioned with a sigh as I put yet another shirt back on the rack.  "I'm pretty sure all maternity clothes were designed by fifty-year-old women. Just saying," I added.  And I'm totally serious.

Justin half-chuckled.  "We can try another store, babe," he replied.

"This is like the only maternity store around here," I said.

So basically Justin decided to surprise me by taking me maternity clothes shopping.  I thought it'd be really fun and awesome until I actually set foot in this store.  Literally all this stuff looks like old lady clothes.  I hate to break it to this store but not all pregnant women are in their thirties or older.  Siiiigh.  And I really hate being a party pooper when Justin is trying to be nice.  But I'd never wear something from here.

"Almost every clothing store has a maternity section though. We should try one of those," Justin calmly told me.  I nodded.

We walked out of the store together.  Justin rented a car for today only so we wouldn't have to go everywhere in a limo, because that'd be really obvious.  Whenever we were in the car driving to another store, a random question popped up in my brain but come to think of it, it's a question that we probably should have discussed a lot sooner.

"Justin, we've never really talked about this but we probably should... How many kids do you want?" I asked, looking at him slightly.

"I don't know, honestly," he answered quickly, as if he's had the answer for forever.

"Really?" I asked, a bit confused.  Almost everyone usually has some idea.

"It doesn't really matter for me. I'm okay with however many you want," he casually replied.

"Well, I've always wanted no more than four, but more than one. What do you think?" I informed him.

"That sounds good. I think I've always wanted two or three," he replied.

"Well, we should settle on a number. What about three?" I asked.

"Babe, we've got lots of time to figure that out. Let's just focus on the one we're having for now," he casually answered and he took my hand.

"Argh. Okay," I quickly said.  I'm the type of person who basically wants to know their whole future at once.  Gah.

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"I'm so happy we actually found nice maternity clothes!" I squealed with joy.  We went to like a gazillion stores, and most of their maternity clothes sections were awesome.  I got a lot of new outfits.  Yay.

Now, we're back in the car, heading back to the hotel.  Our flight leaves soon.  Tear tear.  I don't want to leave.  *Insert crying face here.*  "Do we have to leave?" I asked Justin.

"Unfortunately, yes," he replied, with a sad tone.

"Why can't we stay forever?" I asked, sounding more sad by the second.  But it's all real sadness.  :'(

"I wish we could, you know that," he answered, taking one of my hands.  "We'll be back here before you know it."

"Hopefully," I quietly said.

We got back to the hotel shortly after our conversation ended.  We packed up everything quickly and headed to the limo.  Things were still being packed into the limo, so Justin and I were just sitting in the back.  We weren't talking, which was weird, because we usually talk to each other every chance we get.  But I don't really know what to say.  I'm just really sad right now.