Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber suffered something horrible as teenagers. Now, it's 5 years later, and they're getting married. The two adopted 5 year old Aviella Monet together, and Ariana is pregnant. Read to find out about the life of being Free...
I am very happy right now because I can write on my phone, but in more important news, Bella's bedroom has been chosen.
After you voted, I still couldn't decide on which one so I came up with the EXPERT decision to make Choice 1 Bella's bedroom for now, and Choice 2 will be her bedroom when she's older. It makes SO MUCH SENSE because she's a baby and never in her room so she doesn't need that much stuff there now but when she's older, she'll need more stuff. GENIUS, RIGHT?
Bella's Bedroom Now
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Bella's Bedroom When She's Older
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Ariana
Tuesday, 9:11 am
"A house without kids is great." Justin says.
"It sure is. Let me know when that happens for us." I reply.
"What do you mean when it happens for us. It's happening right now!"
"Then how do you explain the sleeping baby in that swing right there?"
"She doesn't count. See? The difference between Bella and Aviella is that Bella can't say anything when I do this to you."
Justin leans over and kisses me passionately.
"That's true." I agree after he pulls away.
"Exactly. Now, how long do we have to wait again?" Justin asks.
"A month."
"And it's only been a week?" I nod and he sighs.
"This sucks. I'm never getting you pregnant again."
"That's unfortunate." I shrug and Justin sits up, pulling me closer to him.
"I miss you."
"I don't know why. I'm right here."
"No. I miss other things about you. Like being inside of you."
"Wow, Justin." I laugh and I feel my cheeks turning red.
"Stop blushing." Justin pinches my cheeks and I giggle.
"Why? First I'm not allowed to get pregnant, now I'm not allowed to blush? What's next? I can't feed my daughter?"
"Nope. You can feed me, though."
"I'm not allowing you to suck on my-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll, Queen. No one ever said anything about that."
"But that's literally what we were just talking about."
"No, no, no. I meant real food, not breast milk. I'd like to live, if you don't mind."
"Actually I do mind. You're kind of annoying."
"Oh, that's funny. You didn't find me annoying when I got you tickets to your second husband's concert."
"Oh no, I was kidding, baby. I love you so much."
"Yeah. I'm sure you do." I kiss Justin's forehead, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds before pulling away.
"Breakfast? I heard you're hungry."
"Of course. But I have to make it, don't I?"
"Absolutely. I can't cook, but I can help you."
"Good. Come on."
I look at Bella, making sure she's still asleep, before following Justin to the kitchen.
"What should we make?" Justin asks, looking inside the refrigerator which is full of food.
"French Toast! With strawberries! And bananas! And whipped cream!"
"You seem to think that this is IHOP."
"iHouse, IHOP, same thing."
"While it's not true, I will admit that it's funny."
"Of course it is."
Me and Justin make our breakfast, and we both end up dirty because of a mini food fight, that I may or may not have started. After eating and cleaning the kitchen, we both have to take showers.
"Unfortunately, we can't take a shower together. You know, that would save water and everything. But we have a baby." Justin says.
"No, that's not gonna work. She can enjoy her time in her swing, in our bathroom, while we take a shower together. We absolutely have to save water."
"Well, our bathroom is definitely big enough for it. Shower time!" Justin runs out of the kitchen, grinning like a little kid, and I smile.
I have the best husband ever.
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Just thought I'd put this here because QUEEN IS ABSOLUTELY SLAYING THE FUDGE OUT OF ALL OF US.