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 still have to sign Aviella up for gymnastics." I say.
"You do, don't you? Do it right now."
"If she went, I would have to be Monday, today or Friday."
"That's true."
Justin gives me my phone and I find the number for the place Aviella told me Bella does gymnastics at. It's actually the highest rated place in all of Denver with 5 stars and it's only 15 minutes away.
"Now, if I had to take Aviella, would you be alright with me leaving Bella here?"
"Leaving the child here without her mother? How's she gonna eat?"
"We won't be gonna for more than two hours. She won't need to eat. Just be her dad, like you're supposed to."
"I guess I could do that."
"Of course you can. You have to get used to it." I dial the number and wait for someone to answer.
"Colorado School of Gymnastics, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I wanted to sign my daughter up for some classes." Justin starts tickling me and I slap his hand away.
"Oh, sure. This isn't really complicated. I just need your daughter's name, age, and both of her parents names. Whatever day you come in, you can fill out the rest of the paperwork and she can go ahead and participate in that class. Has she ever done gymnastics before?" Justin tries to tickle me again and I take his hand in mine.
He moves closer to me and attaches his lips to my neck.
"She has not." I send him a death glare and he laughs.
"Okay. What's her name and age?"
"Aviella Bieber. She's 6 years old."
"Okay. And her parents names?"
"Ariana and Justin Bieber."
"That's me!" Justin says and I roll my eyes.
"And what day or days would you like her to participate?"
"Monday and Tuesday, I guess."
"Great. That's all I need right now. Could you come in today?"
"Sure. What time?"
"All of her classes will be held from 4:30-5:30."
"Okay. Thank you."
"No problem. See you later." I hang up and put my phone down.
"I'm gonna slap the taste out of your mouth." I tell Justin.
"Please don't. Then how am I supposed to remember what you taste like?"
"You're not. That's the point."
"You're so mean to me."
"Daddy's watching Bella, daddy's watching Bella!" I chant.
"Be quiet before you wake her up, you trash bag."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm far from a trash bag. I don't think you would marry a trash bag."
"I wouldn't. I would marry a beautiful woman, who I love very much, and who I know loves me. I love you."
"I love you too." I smile and Justin leans down to kiss me.
He pulls away before it escalates to something more and I laugh.
"I feel so bad for you. Not being able to be inside of me and all."
"You should feel bad for yourself. Not being able to have me inside of you."
"No, I'm fine. You have no idea how much it would hurt if you were inside of me. And I wouldn't want to wish that upon myself."
"Of course you wouldn't. But it's still gonna hurt you."
"That's another reason I hate males. Sex doesn't ever hurt for them, like, what the hell? I could write a whole book about things that don't affect men."
"Because I'm a man, right?"
"Definitely." I giggle.
"She's waking up. Houston, we have a problem." Justin looks over at Bella who was in her little thingy.
It wasn't her swing, but it wasn't a crib either. It was like in between them both. But I didn't know what they were called. Because I know nothing about being a mother. Except how to be a mother.
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(this is like the saddest thing ever I only have 61% left but I don't feel like charging my phone)
I leave her in there because I choose not to pick her up.
"My baby's gonna scream her head off and no one will be there to pick her up." Justin says.
"There will be people there to pick her up. They just won't pick her up."
"You're not gonna do that to my tiny."
"Yeah, um, she's not gonna be tiny forever."
"That's very true. She needs a new nickname."
"Sunshine. She was born in the spring, in the middle of the day."
"That's enough, babe. I like butterfly. Or Rose. Daisy. No, bumblebee. Final answer."
"Did you hear that, Belle? Daddy's new nickname for you is bumblebee, so you have to respond whenever he says that. Okay?"
Of course she doesn't say anything because she's still half asleep, and also because she's a baby, but once she notices that nobody's holding her, she starts to squirm around.
"Oh Lord. Here we go." Justin says.
I laugh, and we watch Bella start to cry.
"We are the worst parents ever." Justin says.
I pick Bella up and give her to Justin.
"Get used to your daughter. You have about two hours by yourself with her tonight."
"That's fine with me. I love my little bumblebee."
"Of course you do. Who doesn't?"
"Hey, how's she supposed to eat when we go to the party on Friday?"
"There's this thing called a bottle. And there's also this thing called a breast pump. I don't know if you've ever heard of them before."
