Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Chapter 33: In 3 Weeks

~ 27 Weeks Pregnant ~

I had been standing in front of a magazine rack for 5 minutes. Almost every single one of them had my husband on them with her beside him. I tilted my head and grabbed the one with the most interesting story. I knew that in the business, any news is good news so if I buy this magazine full of lies, they have to print more, therefore, more people are remembering Justin Bieber

I tucked the magazine under my arm and headed for the checkout. I tossed it on the counter followed by the other few things I was getting and the cashier went for the magazine first. When the cashier read the cover, she looked up at me.

She was probably no older than 18 and she smiled, "Have you been keeping up with this story?" She doesn't recognize me?

I nodded, and sighed, "Yeah. It's pretty crazy, right?"

She nodded too and continued to put my groceries into a bag, "Yeah, his poor wife doesn't deserve this. Remi should have kept their affair on the D.L. Or just kept her damn knees shut. Why air Justins dirty laundry, right?"

Oh. My. God.

I couldn't help the smile on my face while I played along, "True. I can't believe she had to ruin her own reputation to be with a married guy. Who's going to want to date a home wrecker?"

She nodded in agreement and finished packing the groceries, talking about how terrible it was of Remi to try and ruin a relationship that was probably not bad to begin with.

When I left the store, I felt better. It was nice to know that people were on our side when most of the magazines were making me out to be the bad one. I hadn't done anything wrong but I had been feeling guilty as hell.

I kept the radio off in the car. All they talked about was Justin's possible affair or a new Kardashian baby and I wasn't interested in listening to either story so I reverted to my childhood and had been listening to throwback P!nk music on a mixed CD.

When I stopped at a red light I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and reached to grab it. I saw that it was a text from Kylee before tucking it back and moving my attention back to the road. Another few minutes of P!nk and I was home. I finally checked the message I had received.

Hey sis! Been a few weeks since we talked. I mentioned you to our dad and he wants to meet you? I know you probably aren't ready but I thought Id tell you anyway. The offer doesn't expire so let me know when you're ready. Other than that I just wanted t say hi... so HI!

I smiled at the message and began typing my reply.

Hey. sure right, I don't think I'm ready to see him but I don't know if there will ever be a right time, so lets meet. Name a day and time. Ill be there. 

I hit send before I had a chance to second guess my words and felt Jasper kicking. I placed my hand gently on the bottom half of my stomach and winced when he used my tailbone to kick off of. I had to sit still for a few seconds while he adjusted and got into a normal position. Once he had settled, I began to climb out of the car. Immediately I was met with camera flashes and raised my hand to shade my eyes. It didn't help and i had to grab onto my car to keep my balance.

"Serrina!" I heard a voice I didn't recognize followed by a few more shouts for my attention.

I reached back into the car to grab my purse and that was plenty of time for a few of the paps to run up the driveway and surround me. They kept calling my name and one kept shoving a small recording device in my face. I lifted my head up for a second and saw that it was a tell, bulky woman with huge glasses and a bun so smooth it probably took her 2 bottles of hairspray.

How had I not seen them?

She kept calling my name and I did my bst to ignore her as I walked up the driveway.

"Serrina, tell us, how are you feeling as you come back into fame?" I continued to ignore the reporter and her flashing camera, "You must have something to say. What about your kids? Are they all enjoying the fame?"

Calling my kids famous triggered something in me and I stopped in my tracks. I had a small internal debate on whether or not to reply and ended up talking back before my thoughts were through, "What did you just say?" One of my hands was protectively cradling my belly while the other was bunched in a fist at my side.

The reporter obviously didn't pick up on my anger because she smiled and repeated her question, "Are the kids loving the fame yet?"

I lost it, "My kids don't notice. Justin still spends time with them, they still call him dad. Nothing has changed other than the obsessive fans and clingy paps who stalk them because they want a piece of their idol. But me? How am I doing?" I shrugged like it was the most obvious thing, "I still don't own any louboutions, I don't spend more than 40 dollars on a pair of jeans, I still kiss my kids goodnight, I clean my kitchen, I go out with my friends," I sighed and saw the crazed look on her face soften to one with compassion, "I'm not famous and my kids aren't famous, my husband is, so don't ask me what it's like to be famous again, because I never was and I never will be." And before any of them had a chance to reply, I turned my pregnant ass around and walked away. When the front door shut heavily behind me I realized how out of breath I was and slammed my back into the wooden door. 

My purse fell off my shoulder and i pressed a hand to my chest in a terrible attempt to catch m breath then slid to the floor. My other hand fell onto my belly, where Jasper was now doing gymnastics. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took a few seconds to pull it out and read the message I had received.

I spoke to dad and he finally opened up about you. He told me that your grandfather forced him to leave. He didn't want you to grow up in a family full of hate for each other so he left. He's regretted it ever since. I had never seen my dad cry but he did when he spoke about you. How does 3 weeks from now sound? I know thats a while away but I have exams soon and then we are going away for a week. If that works let me know. We can plan an exact date closer to then.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I had never considered my grandparents being a reason he left. I always assumed that he wasn't ready. He was 17. I wasn't ready for a kid at 15... but I managed. I didn't walk away. It made a lot more sense that my grandparents made him leave though. They had kicked my mom out when I was 2 because she wasn't working and she wasn't married. They were old fashioned and their 5 year old daughter being a mother wasn't what they had seen their life unfolding into.

Deal. We will talk in 3 weeks. Thank you for everything, Kylee. You'll never understand how much I appreciate it.

I sent my reply then closed my eyes and held my belly as my growing baby used my uterus as a dance floor.