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

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Nezther

I stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. "Angel?" The door cracks open a bit. "Are you alright?"

"We keep getting interrupted," I whisper.

Jason nods, stepping into the bathroom. "I know, baby," he wraps his arms around my waist. "We just have to keep trying and eventually not get interrupted."

I lean my head against his shoulder. "I just– I want this to be easy."

He slides his hands up to undo the tie of my robe. He places his palms on my lower abdomen. I stare into his eyes through the mirror. "It'll happen when the time is right. I know it sounds cliché and you probably down want to hear it, but it will. We just have to wait," he kisses my cheek gently.

I place my hands on top of his. "I miss it," I mumble.

"Miss what, Darling?"

"Everything about being pregnant. You talking to the baby, Jasper talking to the baby, the pregnancy glow, the feeling of constantly protecting someone... stuff like that," I close my eyes. "I just miss having a baby around."

I feel his lips against my cheek again. "You've always had that motherly instinct. Even in your little space, you used to love to play house with your dolls and myself. Mmm, I miss your little space. Papa Acosta will probably watch the kids and so will Kinsley and Leigh..." I watch him lean his head against the side of mine. "How about I take you out tomorrow? We haven't been to a club in awhile."

A knock on the door makes me groan. "Jason?" Papa asks through the door. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just trying to make plans with Nes."

"May I speak with you for a moment?"

I nod, telling Jason to go. "Yeah," he kisses my cheek one last time and walks out of the room.

I look down, placing my hands on my belly. "Why is this so difficult for us?" I whisper.

I shake my head, wiping away some stray tears. I walk out of the bathroom, after closing my robe, to see everyone sitting in the living room. "Mommy," Jenny sobs. "Make her stop!"

I peer over her to see Gracie laying on the floor, clutching her chest. "Baby," I push them out of my way. "Gracie, baby, look at me," I kneel down next to her.

She rolls over into my lap. "M-Mommy," she gasps.

"I know, Soldier. It'll be over in a few minutes," I hope. "Someone tell Jason to get her pills and applesauce." I pull my daughter into my lap. She sobs as I cradle her against my chest. "It hurts, I know, just breathe."

She lets out a loud whimper as she arches her back. "Mommy–y," she carries out the Y.

Jason walks in with her pill crushed on top of some applesauce. "Open your mouth, beauty," he pushes the spoon between her lips.

A few minutes later, she was a bit better. Her breathing was still heavy but she stopped crying.

I keep her in my arms. "You're okay, baby, see? Mommy has you," I kiss her cheek.

Jason sits next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. "Good girl, Princess. You did so good," he strokes Gracie's cheek. "Are you tired now? Do you want to go lay down with Mommy?" She nods, closing her eyes and leaning closer to me.

"Okay," I stand up, keeping her in my arms.

Papa walks behind us. "Does she need anything, querido?"

"I don't think so, Papa. She normally just sleeps after a flare up," I tell him.

"Would you like me to watch Jasper and Jenny so you can have Jason with you?"

Jason walks into the room. "It's okay, Papa," he places his hand on his grandfather's shoulder. "Kinsley and Leigh are going to take them to the beach. They said you're welcomed to go if you'd like," he tells the older man.

He nods, walking out of the room. Jason lays down on the other side of Gracie and stares down at her. I stare at him until he looks at me. He raises an eyebrows as if to ask what I'm thinking about. "Maybe we shouldn't have another baby," I whisper. He looks down at Gracie with a frown. "At least not now. Our babies need us, we can't just have another."

Jason nods, looking back up at me. "Good idea, babe," he pushes himself off the bed.

"Where are you going?" I ask softly.

"I'm going to help the kids get ready. I'll be back in a few," he murmurs, "maybe."

I roll my eyes, pulling my daughter closer to me. Jason walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. I bite my lip but close my eyes anyways to go to sleep.

BABY NESSIE IS COMING BACK, I PROMISE