As Long As You Love Me (Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande)

Chapter 9

September 10th

Ariana Grande

I wake up in Justin's bed and groan. He looks over at me from the couch and smiles.

"Come here." He says.

I lift myself off the bed and walk over to the couch. Sitting on his lap, he moves some of my hair behind my ear and kisses my cheek.

"There's that beautiful face."

"Justin, we have to name the baby Maya." I say, looking him straight in the face.

"Why?" He says.

"I dreamed about it. She won 'Celebrity Baby of the Year'. Maya Abigail Bieber." I smile and he nods.

"But, what if it's a boy?" He says, smirking.

"It won't be. If it was in my dream then it's going to happen." I say.

"Ok, that's fine by me. But if it is a boy, we're naming him Justin Jr."

"We're not calling our baby J.J." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Fine, how about Aiden?"

"I like Aiden. It's cute."

"Cool. Hey, remember how we have class tomorrow?" He says.

"Yeah. I'm excited. Professor Hawkins said next class we're gonna partner up to write a song and sing it to the class. I think we should make one called 'As Long as You Love Me'."

"That sound's great. You're always saying it anyway."

"That's because you have to love me because you're my baby's daddy." I laugh and he starts tickling me.

"Justin, s-s-stop." I say, trying to push him off.

"You're to weak for me, baby girl." He says, lifting me up.

I punch him in the stomach and he groans.

"Too weak, huh?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Haha." He says as I get off his lap and walk to the bathroom.

I come out of the bathroom and go sit next to Justin.

"Aww, not on my lap this time?" He says.

"Shut the fuck up man hoe." I say.

"Why do you always do this to me?"

"Why do you always use that thing in your mouth?"

"That's what it was made for."

"Well, that's what I was made for. Don't you ever listen? I thought I told you to shut up."

"Last time I checked, you weren't my mom."

"I guess that's a good thing because last time I checked, you were a badass mo-fo who doesn't listen to anyone, except me, Which means you shouldn't have a problem shutting the fuck up." I smile and he rolls his eyes. 

"I have an amazing idea. Let's name the baby Bitch Ass Bieber." I say, laughing.

"I have a better one, you can shut the fuck up too." He replies, mocking my laugh.

"Whatever."

"You're banned from my room. Let's go somewhere."

"Like where?"

"Your room." He says.

Before I can put on my one shoe, he picks me up and carries me to my room.

"Welcome back." Justin says, placing me on the bed and throwing my shoe on the floor.

"That was rude." I say, crossing my arms like a 8 year old throwing a tantrum.

"Take a shower, and I'll bring you dinner. Love you baby girl."

"Love you too." He bends over to kiss my forehead and leaves.