When She Is No Longer Mine «Jason McCann & Justin Bieber»

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Justin

"I can't believe you," Kinsley shakes her head as we walk into Jason and Nezther's house. I lean against the counter. "We just got back together. You told me you were over her and you finally want to start a life with me," I watch as tears rush down her cheeks. "You're fucking with my head, Justin, and I won't stand for it."

"I'm done, Kinsley," I whisper. "She doesn't want me, clearly, and I realized you are the one I want. You're the one who I can build a future with." I step forward and cup her cheeks. "I love you."

"I've been loyal to you, Justin," she sobs. "I could have gone out and got another boyfriend, but I didn't! I didn't because I didn't want to put you through that!"

"Are you sure about that?"

She punches my chest and shoves me away. "Of course I'm sure, you asshole! How could you even ask me that!?"

Leigh comes racing down the stairs. "Is everything okay?" She asks worriedly.

"Yes," I reply shortly. She nods and goes back upstairs. "I don't trust people." I shrug as I stare into her eyes.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be together. If you don't trust me, it's not going to work," she shrugs.

I wrap my arms around her waist slowly. "Don't do it," I chuckle when she goes to push me away again. "I'm sorry for asking that, love. I didn't mean it like that. I felt overwhelmed for a few moments but I'm okay now. I'm sorry. But I trust you, I do, I just don't trust other guys."

"I want to go home," she sighs heavily.

I nod, resting my cheek on top of her head. "I do too, babe. But Nezther needs us here right now," I explain gently.

"Leigh can drive."

"Yes, Princess," I murmur. "But Leigh cannot care for Nezther in her little space and Jasper."

She huffs, pulling out of my arms. "I'm going to take a shower."

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Nezther

I zip up my onesie, looking at Daddy as he bites his lip. I smile tiredly. "I's wike Daddy touchin' me," I blush and look away from him.

"Baby, Daddy can't. I'm so sorry, Princess. I feel so helpless," he sighs.

My eyes widen and I move closer to him. "N-No feel like dat! Nessie is baby Nessie so Daddy feels needed!" I shout quickly.

"What?"

I shrug, looking down at his broken arm. "Big Nessie stresses Daddy out. Baby Nessie make Daddy feel needed and loved," I mumble.

Daddy doesn't say anything for awhile which makes me upset. I go to climb off the bed but he stops me. "Baby, I love you no matter what," his raspy voice makes me look at him. He has his eyebrows furrowed with tears welling up in his eyes. "You don't stress me out, I hate that you think that. You're my baby, my Princess, and in a few months, my Queen!" I giggle at his silly voice at the end. "You don't have to change because you feel like you're a burden. I love you always. Just tell me next time you feel like that, okay? I love my baby Nessie and I love my big girl Nessie both the exact same."

I lay down next to him and snuggle into his side. "I's wan' you come home," I say truthfully. "It's so hard wif-out my daddy. Jasper no wisten to Nessie, babies hurt Nessie, a-and people at work s-so rude!" I say frustratedly.

"The babies hurt you?" He gasps.

I nod, "very much! Every time I way down to go to seepy!"

"Oh my poor girl. And Jasper doesn't listen to you?"

I shake my head. "No, he tell me dat he want Daddy, not Mommy." He wraps his least damaged arm around me. "It hurt Nessie. I's just want to keep him safe and wove him," I murmur.

He presses the 'call nurse' button on his remote. A pretty, petite blonde woman comes in. "What's wrong, Mister McCann?" She asks perkily.

"Can you bring the doctor in, please?"

She nods before scampering out of the room. "Does Daddy hurt?" I sniffle.

He shakes his head. "No, baby, I just want to ask when I'm allowed to leave."

"I want Daddy leave," I kiss his chin.

He nods, leaning his head on top of mine. We sit in silence for a few minutes before the man in a white coat come in. "Mister McCann, are you feeling better?" He asks quietly.

Daddy nods, "yes. I just want to know when I can go home," he says quickly.

"Well, about a week from now so we can monitor your heart."

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. "Is there anyway I can go home sooner?" He asks as he holds me closer, careful not to hit my stomach or his ribs. "I'm needed at home."

"Sir-"

"Please!"

The man sighs heavily. "Two days," he compromises. "Only if your heart rate is steady. You died for seven minutes a few days ago, mister McCann. We just want you safe," he explains.

"I understand. But my wife... she's pregnant with twins and we have a toddler- I can't leave her like this anymore."

He nods before talking to Daddy for a few more minutes. I keep my head against his side and the mattress. "I'm really craving some Chinese food," I mumble.

Daddy chuckles, patting my shoulder. "Go to sleep, baby. I know you're tired."