Being Mrs Bieber.

Blueberry Pancakes

I woke up this morning in a warm bed next to my very handsome husband. He was still asleep, he looks so peaceful and so innocent whenever he sleeps.

I got up and put on my slippers, I slipped on my robe and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. I made some blueberry pancakes and made sure they were REALLY soft. I didn't want Justin to complain about my cooking being too "unchewable" again. Just then Justin walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning Jay," I said with a widespread smile and confidence.

"Are you done making breakfast?" He asked with no concern of whether I had a good or bad morning.

"Yep," I replied as I quickly fixed our plates and set the table quickly. Then afterwards we sat down at the table.

"Is this blueberry?" He asked with little concern.

"Yeah." I replied cheerfully.

"You know I hate blueberry pancakes. Remake them into something else that doesn't concern fruit, because we both know I despise junk food that has been combined with healthy food." He said as he pushed his plate towards me.

"But-"

"DO IT!!" he yelled/interrupted as I jumped a little.

"Justin-" I began again. He stood up and walked towards me then he grabbed me by the hair.

"Do as I say!" He said as he let go. I hesitated, but then went ahead and took his plate to remake the pancakes.

All my hard work is thrown in the bin. What is his problem?!

"You know what? You're gonna make a mess of everything again! Go take a shower or something while I make the pancakes," Justin said. I stopped and then headed upstairs to go take a shower. Once upon a time Justin would take me out for breakfast.

***flashback***

"Babe, what the heck are you doing!? What is that smell?" Justin laughed.

"Oops, I might have burnt some pancakes," I laughed back. He walked to me, hugged me from the back and then kissed me on the cheek.

"It's okay, baby girl," He said.

"Urgh, I might as well remake them again," I groaned in anger. I had felt so stupid, but at least I was happy.

"N.a. it's okay love, you know what? Let me take you out, for breakfast," Justin said. I turned around and put my arms around his neck.

"For reals?" I asked.

"Yeah, anything for you," He said as our hands intertwined.

***end of flashback***

I wish I could go back to those times. I stepped out the shower and dried myself with a purple towel. I then walked to our room and slipped on some clothes. I slipped on some skinny jeans, Vans and a random t-shirt. Then I walked downstairs and Justin was eating while texting on his phone.

"Justin." I called.

He didn't reply.

"Justin." I tried again.

Silence.

I walked to him and grabbed his phone away from him. I saw that he was chatting to Selena again.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" Justin yelled as he yanked his phone away from me.

"Where's my breakfast?" I asked him losing my patience.

"I don't know. Am I your freakin servant?!" He asked harshly as he sat down again.

"I thought you said you were making breakfast, which meant for both of us." I told him.

"What NOOO. We don't want you getting fatter than you already are." He said without even looking at me. I looked away. I didn't want him to see the tears that were developing in my eyes.

"And what on earth are you wearing?! You can't go out in public like that, you'll embarrass me to death." Justin snapped. He walked upstairs and I followed him. He took out a bunch of clothes and handed them to me.

"I'll be right back." He said.

Good. He left his phone here.

I took his phone and started reading his most recent conversation with Selena.

Selena :
You coming over tonight right?

Justin :
Yeah babe. I wouldn't miss
It for the world

Selena :
What about your wife?

Justin :
She's cool with it.

Selena :
You sure? I don't want to
Start beef with her
You know she's my
Best friend right?

Justin :
Should I come over or not?

Selena :
Yeah sure.
Love you

Justin :
You know I love you too

Selena :
Hey Justin
I was thinking...

Before I could read on I was on the floor. I looked up and saw Justin with his phone.

Did he just...push me?

I stood up firmly.

"Did you just push me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Why are you invading my privacy?" He asked in anger.

"I'm your wife and you shouldn't be keeping secrets from me." I protested.

"Stay out of my business." Justin said.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him.

"Get dressed. We have an interview to go to right now." He said as he went to go take a shower.

Man, I miss the old Justin.