Usher's Hidden Princess

Chapter 39

Chapter 39;

-Brooke's P.O.V-

I walked down the street heading to the old park. My hands were in my pockets, and my head was down so you couldn't see my face. My phone constantly vibrated in my pocket. I arrived at the park, and saw the woman I just talked to on the phone, sitting at the only wooden table. I walked up slowly talking a deep breath. She turned due to the sound of the leaves crunching.

"Brooklynn." She whispered, standing wrapping her arms around me.

"I missed you baby girl." She cooed, brushing my hair down my back. I sniffled.

"I missed you too momma." My voice cracked. She pulled away and stared at my face, wiping a tear from it.

"Tell momma what's wrong, princess." I hiccuped, and sat next to her, and looked down, my eyes glancing at my stomach.

"Momma, what was it like being pregnant with me, at such a young age?" I questioned, bring my eyes back up to hers. She had a puzzled look on her face.

"It was difficult, but I wasn't in view of the paparazzi, twenty-four/seven. Why?" She asked at the end, I looked down in shame.

"Brooke, princess you can tell me." She trailed off.

"Momma, I can't tell daddy. I can't tell anyone. I feel ashamed." I whimpered, and I told the truth. I did, but I don't know why. I felt so terrible to be pregnant at 18, to be so stupid to make a mistake like this.

"Mommy, I'm pregnant." I finally whispered, and I was brought into my mother arms, as she held me there, as I cried my eyes dry.

"Momma, I don't know what to do." I sobbed, as I sat straight, wiping my face.

"Do you think you can handle it?" She questioned, moving my hair away from my face, pushing it behind my ear. I looked up at the sky.

"No momma, I don't. Being a mother at 18, trying to be a model, and being on tour with Justin." I looked back at her, she smiled.

"I think you can. Now, I know I wasn't there but, I know you. Brooklynn, you are such a strong, smart, independent, woman. Your father raised you right. Brooklynn Marie, you can handle this. I believe you can." She told me. I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks momma. How am I going to tell Dad?" I questioned, I was so scared to tell him. She sighed.

"Just come out and tell him. That's the only thing you can do." I sighed, knowing she was right.

"Now, come on. Let's go get some coffee, or does your baby not let you have that?" She said, placing her hand on my stomach. I giggled.

"It loves Coffee." She giggled, and grabbed my hand.

"Well, come on princess."

-Justin's P.O.V-

"Mom?" I called, walking into her house.

"In the kitchen Justin." She called back, and I sighed, shaking my hands, trying to get the nervousness to leave my body. I walked in and she smiled.

"Hey momma." I said, hugging her.

"Hey baby." She giggled, and I smiled.

"Whatcha cookin' good lookin'?" I asked, and she laughed looking back at her stove.

"Simple, hamburger helper."I chuckled, and she smiled.

"Knock, knock." I heard from the front door.

"Come in baby." I said, and I saw her walk in, her heels clicked on the floor. She smiled, but I could tell it was fake.

"Brookie." My mother cooed, running over wrapping her arms around her.