Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Miscarriages

I felt shuffling beside me, causing me to stir and frown as I readjusted myself to get comfortable. I ran a hand over my stomach softly, feeling myself drift into sleep.

It was silent for only a split second, the light on the bedside table lit up a small part of the room instantly, causing my eyes to clench shut as my eyes burned.

"Baby," I heard a soft whisper from the space next to me. "[Y/N], wake up." Justin nudged me on the arm lightly.

"What?" I croaked, cracking my eyes open only slightly and looking over my shoulder.

"I-It's gone." Justin's voice cracked, making me roll over and look in his direction.

He was leant against his elbow whilst laid in bed, his now deep, sad eyes burning into his hand that was glazed with blood. My heart sank, I looked down at the once white sheets to see blood covering them. "No," I whispered, my eyes instantly welling up with tears that cascaded down my cheeks.

Justin didn't say anything, he just pulled me into his side and wrapped his arms around me, his own tears wetting my bare shoulder. I felt the warmth of his lips against my skin every so often.

"Why?" I ran my hand up his chest, feeling his fingers digging into my hip. "This wasn't supposed to happen, we were supposed to be a family." More tears brimmed at my eyes, warming my cheeks as they fell.

"I don't know, I'm so sorry." He sounded weak, his own eyes preparing more tears. "It's going to be okay, babygirl." He tried to soothe me, but right now nothing could.

"No, it isn't, Justin. Nothing's okay." I whimpered, suddenly feeling empty.

"M-Maybe we just aren't meant to have a kid right now, I know you want one, and so do I, so much, but we'll figure this out, okay?" He sniffed quietly.
"Take as long as you need to grieve over this." He kissed my shoulder, his face not moving as his eyes clenched shut as it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"We'll be a family one day, right?" I whispered, looking up at him.

"One day, of course." He pecked my nose softly, his embrace only tightening around me.

I wasn't pregnant for long before the miscarriage, but seeing the blood mixed with the haunting look on Justin's face was enough to keep me awake for nights on end.

"You've got to get some sleep, princess." Justin muttered as his head rested in my lap, I sat staring at the TV, unable to even close my eyes.

Ever since the event, sleep wasn't an option. The baby was all I could think about, and the blood, and the look on Justin's face. I wanted it to go away.

"Come on, I'll run a hot bath and we'll just be with each other." He spoke suggestively, sighing when I didn't reply. As he stood up, I felt my eyes brim with tears. Justin picked me up, I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you, babygirl." He whispered softly, his lips pressed against my temple as he slowly carried me up the stairs.