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

Chapter 91

Wednesday, August 27th

Ariana Grande

2 am

"She's scared of the dark, obviously." I tell Justin.

"She can't be scared of anything. I'm here." He says.

"That's so reassuring." I say sarcastically.

"Shut up and take the child." He gives Jaclyn to me and I smile.

"I know you're scared of daddy. I am too. But you're with me now, so it's okay." Justin snorts.

"Watch your mouth, sweetie. You have no idea what I can do to you." He says.

"See? He's threatening me." I shake my head, tickling Jaclyn.

She giggles.

"You know you would love what I would do to you." He says.

"Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. You'll never know."

"I will know soon enough."

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Hey, look. Your favorite." Justin points at a Starbucks and I grin.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Too late for coffee. It's not cold enough for hot chocolate. So, I'll try a smoothie."

"What flavor?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, I'll surprise you. Stay right here."

"It's dark out here."

"Well, come inside and stand by the door. You don't get to know what flavor it is yet."

"Fine. But it better be good."

"It will be. I promise." He walks to the cashier and orders something, then comes back to me.

"This is gonna be the best thing you've ever had at Starbucks, ever."

"I doubt it. Nothing is better than my french vanilla latte."

"We'll see."

"Justin." The cashier says.

She smiles when he walks up to the counter.

"Can I have a picture?" I hear her say.

"Yeah." He takes a quick picture with her before walking back over to me.

"Here. Tell me what you think it is."

He takes Jaclyn from me and gives me the cup, which is full of a dark purple liquid. I take a small sip and he stares at me as we leave, almost running into a light pole, with my child in his hand.

"What does it taste like?"

"Strawberry, banana, blueberry, pineapple, blackberry, raspberry, and orange. A little bit of lemon."

"Oh my God, how did you know?"

"I just do. You can taste a lot of them, and since there's a lot of different fruits, I just guessed all the fruits I know."

"You're smarter than you look."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I look at him.

"Never mind that. Is it good?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good. But my french vanilla latte is still better."

"I will find something better than your 'french vanilla latte'. He says.