Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 52

Ariana

Monday, 11:21 am

"Toulouse, please." I say.

Toulouse looks up at me with his puppy dog eyes and I smile.

"Don't do that." He lays his head in my lap and I rub his back.

I pick up my phone and see a FaceTime request from the one and only, Justin.

I swipe the button and see his face immediately.

"Hey, baby." Justin smiles.

"Hi." I giggle as Toulouse perks his head up, looking at my phone.

"Oh. You're with him." Justin says, and look of disgust clear on his face.

"You already know how many men are in my life." I laugh.

"I do. Unfortunately."

"So, what are you doing?" I ask.

"Minding my own business." Justin replies.

I roll my eyes and see him stand up and walk out of a room, probably his dressing room. He closes the door behind him and walks down a hallway.

"Then why did you call me?"

"I was kidding. I'm going to look at your pictures, again."

"Justin, seriously. They came out a week ago, and you've looked at them about a million times."

"I know. You just look so good, but I also look at the ones with me in them because I'm adorable."

"I agree." I smile, and a notification from Instagram comes on the screen.

Zayn just shared a photo.

I click the notification and immediately fall in love with the picture.

"Oh my God, fuck me." I say.

"You're pregnant." Justin says.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Who the hell are you talking to then? Because I know you're not talking to the dog." Justin gets defensive immediately, which I find extremely hilarious.

"My other husband. Zayn."

"Let me clarify this for you. Zayn is not your husband. I am."

"I said other husband."

"He doesn't get that title."

"Are you upset, baby boy? You seem just a little mad."

"Ariana, I am going to do things to you." Justin says through gritted teeth.

"Like what?"

"Things. You just wait."

"I'm waiting." I say, closing Instagram and returning to FaceTime with my hubby.

"Awe, I can't stand it. You're so cute." Justin says, flipping the view to my Calvin Klein maternity pictures.

"I've seen them enough."

"Justin!" I hear someone yell his name and he turns his head.

"Hey, Oscar. What's up?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second. And my wife will be there too."

"That's fine. She's always welcome."

"Baby, I'm taking you to my mini meeting with Oscar." Justin looks at me and I nod.

"Okay."

Justin starts walking again and he ends up in Oscar's office, which I know because of the brightness of the room. He's about the only one in the building with that amount of windows. And they're huge.

Justin sits down and I hear the doors close.

"How are we?" This comes from a voice I recognize as Oscar's.

That's the only way I recognize him because I only know his name half of the time.

"Great, how are you?"

"Doing good. How's the family?"

"Pretty amazing-"

"I'm ready to have a fucking baby!" I yell.

I hear Oscar laugh, although I can't see his face.

"I know you are. My wife was the same way." Oscar says.

"So, Justin. I brought you here today because you have recieved an offer. Another company wants you to be the face of their new line of suits. You can keep your job here, of course, but I know how you love the camera. Would you be interested?"

"What company is it?"

"Armani."

"Do it!" I scream.

Justin looks down at me and I laugh.

"That's pretty cool. I think I'll do it."

"Great. Just sign here, initial here and here, and sign here." Justin does what he's told and I hear the doorbell ring.

"Who's that?" Justin asks.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Oh, shit! It's those measuring people."

"Oh. That's nice." I stand up, Toulouse following me to the door.

Once I open the door, I see two men on the porch.

"We're here to measure the baby room. It'll take about 7-15 minutes."

"Follow me. It's upstairs."

I keep Justin on the line as we walk upstairs and into the baby room, which is right across from Aviella's room. Right now, the floor is just wood and the walls are plain white.

11:53 am

"So we have the measurements. We'll be ordering the carpet today but we'll have to paint before we install it. How soon do you think we can start painting?"

"As soon as possible." Justin says.

Both of the men look down at my phone, surprised. They had no idea that Justin was on the line.

"Facetiming my husband. What he said."

"Great. We'll call you with the date."

"Okay. Thanks."

I walk them downstairs and out the door then close and lock the door.

"You did that all by yourself? I'm surprised." Justin says.

"You shut up." I say.