Chapter Thirty Four:
[Seven Months Pregnant]
I wish (y/n) would just go back to Justin. He's miserable without her:(
It's clear that Justin misses her. Chantel fucks up everything.
You guys! (Y/n) is pregnant with Justin's baby. He needs to be with her.
(Y/n) don't give up on Justin. He loves you.
You sigh reading the tweets. It's been seven months since you walked away from Justin. No one has seen him or heard from him. It's like he's disappeared.
You signed with a record label and now you're releasing your first ep with all the songs you recorded. You were so excited and since you released it, you've been getting great reviews.
Today was you cd signing. You were nervous, but excited at the same time.
"(Y/n) you ready hun?" Your sister asks.
"Um hum." You say rubbing your stomach.
"God your growing." She chuckles.
"Ugh. Tell me about it."
"Well... When you see her precious face, it'll all be worth it." She smiles.
Yes. You were pregnant with a baby girl. You hated that Justin wasn't there with you, but at the same time you were relieved that you had time to think. Think about your future.
You were unsure about your relationship with Justin. Does he truly love you the way he claims? Can you trust him again?
All these questions cloud your mind, making you dizzy.
"(Y/n)... You okay?" Chrissy asks.
"Y-yeah. Just... A little dizzy." You say trying to walk out of the bathroom. You lean down to the bed, grabbing your belly as you attempt to sit down.
"Do you need anything?" She asks.
"I-I... I don't know..." I mumble. I start to feel a pain in my lower abdomen. My body starts to panic. This can't be happening... Not again.
"(Y/n)..."
"I-I need to go to a hospital..." You cry.
"What's wrong?" She asks, panicking herself.
"Just... Take me to the hospital please." You whimper, afraid you'd crack any minute.
As you walk out of your apartment, you're bombarded with paparazzi.
"Have you talked to Justin?"
"Does he know about the baby?"
"How do you feel about his relationship with Chantel?"
Your heart clenches as the question was asked. You cover your stomach with your arm, protecting your unborn child. The pain was getting stronger and stronger.
"Chrissy!" You yell as she gets you into the car.
"Hey! Get the fuck out the way! Move!" Chrissy yells getting you into the car. Soon you guys were headed to the hospital.
[Justin]
I sat in the living room, slumped on the couch watch tv. Well, technically I was flipping through the channels. My mind was rambling with thoughts. I couldn't control them. It hurt me to see her leave. And I haven't spoken to her since. I tried to call her, but when she picked up the phone, I couldn't speak. I just wanted to hear her sweet voice. And although I want to forget her, I can't.
I miss her.
I miss her so much it hurts. Waking up every morning realizing she's not gonna be next to me hurts. He hurts worse than anything.
It's like being stabbed all over your body. You scream for it to stop but it never does.
"Justin..." A feminine voice calls my name, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn to see my mom smiling at me.
"Hey mom..." I rasp.
"You okay?" She asks sitting beside me.
"Yeah... I'll be fine." I stammer.
She looks at me with sympathetic eyes. I look down at my hands.
"You miss her don't you?" She asks.
I nod my head sighing. "I miss her so much mom."
"Aw... Sweetie." She says. "Why don't you call her?"
"I-"
I was cut off by a tv announcer.
Singer (y/n) was just seen getting into her sisters car. Sources say she was headed to the hospital. She looked as if she was in pain and kept her arm around her growing belly. According to sources close to the new singer, she was experiencing pain early this morning as she was getting dressed to attend her cd signing. More details at five.
"Oh my god." My mom gasps. I couldn't say anything. My mouth just hangs open, tears filling my eyes.
"M-mom..." I stammer.
"Justin, calm down. Everything will be fine." She comforts. I shake my head, tears falling down my red cheeks.
"What if it's not? Mom what if she..."
"She won't..." She snaps.
I cover my head with my hands, slumping in the couch. It's been seven months. Seven long months without her and my child. If she loses this baby, I won't be able to love with myself. It will ruin me. It'll ruin her.It'll ruin us.
And I can't let that happen. I won't.
