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

Chapter 81

Monday, August 17th

Ariana Grande

"Wake up!" Jazmyn yells.

"Little girl, I am going to kill you." Justin groans.

"Please don't!" She says sarcastically.

"Ariana, get up. I need to strangle her." Justin rubs my back and I sigh.

"Are we there?"

"I guess. It's a little dark." I sit up and yawn.

I get out of the car and stretch.

"Here." Justin gives me Jaycee's car seat and starts taking bags out of the car.

Jazmyn wakes up Jaxon and they get out of the car then go help Justin with the bags.

"Where's mommy and daddy?" Jaxon asks.

"They went inside to check in. Told me to wake you up."

"Big mistake." Justin mumbles.

"Your girlfriend/fiancé/wife is sleeping standing up." Jazmyn says.

Justin looks over at me and chuckles.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes and look down at Jaycee.

She smiles and starts sucking on her fingers. After a few minutes, Pattie and Austin come out to get the remaining bags and we go to the rooms.

"I'm trusting you two with your own room. Jazzy, you're in charge." Austin says as he walks into his room.

Jazmyn beams and she runs in the room she's sharing with Jax.

"There's a door to your room in our room, so don't even think about doing anything." Pattie says.

Jazmyn nods and closes the door as Pattie turns to us.

"I'm trusting you two with your own room, too. Don't try anything. There's a baby in there with you."

"Mom!" Justin groans.

"I'm serious." I smile innocently when she looks at me.

"You would." She shakes her head before following Austin into their room.

"You wanna go try something?" Justin asks.

"You're funny." I roll my eyes as he opens the door and we walk in.

"Wait..." Justin stops walking as I look around.

"There's a fucking hot tub in here? I'm dead. I've literally died and gone to heaven."

"Can you not die holding our daughter? I would need her if you died."

"I want in!" I squeal.

Justin laughs and I place Jaycee on the bed.

"Crib." He says.

"That's your job." I sit on the bed and turn on the TV.

"You're really evil, aren't you?"

"Opinions."

"I don't feel like doing whatever you have to do with that crib. She's gonna be sleeping in her car seat."

"You're a horrible father."

"Thanks." He sits on the bed next to me, kissing my neck.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't start stuff you can't finish."

"As many times as it takes."

"I noticed that. A long time ago."

"Can I kiss you."