Chess [Justin Bieber interracial fanfic]

020

"Justin you're crazy." I chuckle.

"I'm serious. Indika, I haven't seen you in exactly 10 months. I've been counting." He says slightly embarrassed. I laugh at how cute he is.

"I don't want to live my life this way." He says with a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Neither do I Justin. Neither do I but that's just-"

"No it isn't and it doesn't have to be. Pack your bag Indika let's go to a world where we can be free."

"Please stop with the tumblr quotes." I laugh. He laughs too.

"See? This. You. You and your quirky personality I just can't live without."

"Justin I can't run away." I say.

"Why? Why not?" He asks.

"Because..." I sigh.

"Because, Justin the reason why you haven't seen me for ten months it's because..." I breathe.

"Indika you're really freaking me out here."

"Is because I've just had a baby." I whisper. It was weird. Very weird coming out of my mouth. Justin remains frozen.

"Wait, what do you mean?" He asks confused.

"Justin, it sounds weird but today I went to the hospital and I, well, I gave birth to a baby boy." I say.

"This is a joke isn't it. Indika it's March 1st not April 1st. You're funny." He says trying to laugh it off.

"You're joking right?" He asks.

"Right?" I shake my head.

"Well who's is it? It's Callum's isn't it? Wow Indika that was quick. You guys really got it on didn't you well anyway who am I to judge-"

"Justin. It's not Callum's." I whisper.

"Okay, well then it's Christopher's isn't it. That gardener guy. The baby must look so cute-"

"Justin it's not Christopher's." I say refusing to look at him.

"Well then who's is it?" He asks.

"Yours." I say just under a whisper.

Justin looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Mine?" He repeats. I nod.

"My baby? Me? Mine? My baby?"

"Yes Justin." I say.

"Well can I see him?" Justin asks.

"Yes of course. He's in the slave room follow me." I say taking his hand. We walk up to the slaves room and I open the door. When the slaves see Justin they all automatically begin to bow and he cringes at the sight.

"He wants to see his child." I tell Mimi.

"I thought you weren't ever going to tell him." Mimi whispers but loud enough for Justin to still be able to hear.

"Circumstances changed." I say.

"You weren't going to tell me?" Justin asks with creased eyebrows.

"Justin please can we discuss this at a different-"

"No Indika, you weren't ever going to tell me that I have a son? How could you even think of ever doing that to me."

"Justin please not right now." I say.

"No Indika we're gonna talk about it right now." Justin says slightly raising his voice.

"You know what I'm not prepared for this right now." I say tears streaming down my face as I storm out. I hear Justin calling me but I just decide to keep going. I walk straight outside.

A few minutes later Justin comes out.

"Indika I'm so sorry." Justin says.

"No it's fine." I say bluntly.

"It's not fine and I can tell you're not okay." Justin sniffs. I guess he had been crying.

"No Justin I'm okay. Let's just go see the baby and get on with life okay?"

"No Indika I want to know that you fully forgive me."

"Justin it's fine. I'm in the wrong. I should've told you earlier I should have never kept it a secret I know. I'm a horrible person I-" I am interrupted by Justin pulling me in for a kiss.

"Don't ever say that." Justin smiles. I smile too.

"Let's go, you've gotta see our child." I grin guiding him back to the slaves room. Once again, the slaves bow down and Justin cringes.

"Where is the baby?" I ask.

Mimi comes out holding him in her arms. "Here he is." She smiles.

Justin's eyes start to well up with tears as Mimi passes the baby to him.

"What's his name?" He asks swallowing his tears.

"I don't know, I thought you should be the one to name him." I smile.

"What really?" He asks eyes wide. I nod.

"Okay well I think we should call him, Dylan." Justin smiles.

"Dylan? Yeah that's cute." I chuckle.

"I love it." I laugh.

"Quick question." Mimi says.

"Do we consider baby Dylan as a master? Because his fathers a master and his mother a slave." She adds making a valid point.

"That's a very good question." I chuckle.

"Baby Dylan will be seen as a master." Justin says.

"Just like his father." I chuckle.

"And just like his mother."