Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 80

Ariana

Monday, 11:30 am

"I want vanilla ice cream with sprinkles." Aviella says.

"Queen, you want chocolate chip cookie dough, right?" Justin asks me.

"You know me so well." I smile.

Justin orders all three ice creams, and drives to the first window. 

"$9.28." The girl says.

Justin gives her a ten and she stares at him a second before a big smile crosses her face. 

"Are you Justin Bieber?"

"I am." Justin nods and it looks like the girl almost has a heart attack.

"Oh my God, you're like the best model ever. Can I please take a picture of you? Or with you? Either one, it doesn't matter. You're so cute."

"Hey, that's my husband." I say.

"OMG, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're fine." I laugh.

"Can we hurry this up? I want my ice cream." Aviella whispers to me.

I laugh, covering her mouth with my hand as the girl takes a picture with Justin.

"Thank you so much." She beams.

Justin smiles, driving to the second window. He receives our order and gives the bag to me before driving out of the parking lot. 

"I love ice cream so much." Aviella says.

Her mouth was already covered in ice cream and sprinkles. I have no idea how she does it. I decide to wait until we get home t eat my ice cream because I can wait. It's called patience.

2:01 pm

"Avi, you're lucky you didn't have to go to school today." Justin says.

"I'd rather go to school than get shots."

"That's the first time I've ever heard that from any child. Shots last for like five seconds. School is all day."

"But I love school." I smile at their conversation and unbuckle Bella from her car seat because she had started to cry.

"It's okay, Belle. Do you want some ice cream?" Aviella says.

"No, she doesn't."

"Mommy, seriously. I was talking to Bella." 

"It's not like you have any left to give her. Slow down."

"But we're already at home."

"What does that have to do with you slowing down?"

"I don't wanna eat my ice cream inside."

I just nod slowly, because when Aviella is confusing, you'll never understand her. Justin turns the car off and gets out. Aviella unbuckles herself from her car seat and opens the door, sliding out of the car.

"I'm here to pick up a baby." Justin says.

"Here. Take her and I'll get the seat." Justin nods, taking Bella inside while I take the car seat from the car.

I walk inside the house, go upstairs, and place Bella's car seat in her room before returning to the living room to eat my ice cream. Justin and Aviella were already on the couch and Justin had Bella laying across his chest. She wasn't asleep, but she wasn't awake either.

"I think Bella drank too much." Aviella says, stroking Bella's hair.

"What do you know about drinking too much?" I ask her.