Why Fall For Him

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Selena's pov

"Tessa Peyton," Justin smiled, holding our child carefully in his arms. His he held her in his arms with such loving care. His eyes shown so bright as he looked down at our precious baby girl. I can't imagine how proud he must be. His the look in his eyes and the loving smile on his face said more than he'll ever be able to express. I've never seen him so happy. Tears of joy filled his eyes. I didn't already know, I would have thought this was the first time he laid eyes on her. I can't help but admire how carefully he watches over her. I smile; my heart leaping with joy.

First look at my baby girl; she took my breath away. First look at my baby girl and instantly I knew I had fallen in love. First look at my first born, instantly I know I'll never let anyone hurt her. She's beautiful, like justin. She has my nose. She has Justin's innocent sparkling eyes. She also has his filled cheeks and blonde hair. What little hair she had curled into perfect curls, like my hair does right after I get out of the shower. She's chubby and small; 7lb at the most. Justin held her tiny fingers in his hand. His hand is almost twenty times bigger than hers.

"She's beautiful, like you." Justin took his eyes off Tessa, looking up to me for a split second. He then looked back down at her.

"I'm exposing my bare face, there's no way-" I started to say but stopped when Justin cut me his eye. It's like he knew exactly what I was going to say. He cocked his head to the side. He sat next me. He starred deeply into my eyes. Looking in his eyes is a challenge, but it's a challenge worth battling for.

"You don't need a mask to look beautiful. You're naturally beautiful."

My cheeks warmed, turning a pinkish color.

"I've also seen you naked and-" I cut him off, gently hitting his lower abdomen.

"Oh shut up." I joked. A smirk crossed his face. He began to say something but stopped himself. A moment of silence filled the air.

"What is it?" I smiled. It's odd but I can't help but wonder what's going on in his head. He seems so happy and full of life-it's been what feels like forever since he's been this happy. I know Tessa now plays a big role into his happiness but I find myself wondering if I somehow fit in there-maybe, just maybe. Do I? I hope so.

He shakes his head and smiles at me. "Its just-I-" he stuttered. "I need to show you something." He wanted to say something else, I know it. But why didn't he say it? Was it something about me? And if it was, what would he say to me? Although these questions roam through my mind, I don't dare bring them up. I would but,I don't want to look like a fool if what he was going to say had nothing to do with me.

He pulls his phone from his pocket. He smiles at me. He scrolls through his pictures of Tessa. I'm shocked to see several pictures of me and of us. I thought for sure by now he would have deleted them. Maybe he forgot to- he'll delete them when he gets home, I'm sure. Then my heart stopped. He had a picture of his mother- I think. He passed by so quickly I couldn't tell. I caught his eye just as he passed her picture. Tears filled his eyes but he's quick to wipe them away. He passes several more but I don't pay attention. Instead, I stare at him. He's a mystery to me even after all these years. He hides his emotions so well. I try to ignore the image of his mother- in a hospital bed. The thought of her makes my stomach cringe.

"Just wanted to capture every moment I could." He says. "I mean, i don't want to get in between you and your scum bag and you don't seem to-" I press my lips to his. I don't care what he has to say. I pull away-our lips just inches away, he pulls me closer, pressing our lips together. His cold fingers touch my cheeks. I smile, but I don't mean to. I do t want him to know I'm enjoying this. I press my forehead against his. I place my hand on his chest as I sit up in the bed. I hold onto his shirt. I don't want to let go. I let go and let my hand fall down his chest.

"My scum bag is here." I mock him, pointing to George. "That's enough." But it's not. He bites his bottom lip, sighing but doesn't say anything. I laugh but not because anything is funny. I forgot how good it felt to have his lips pressed against mine. If not smart enough ill stay away from him. But I'm not smart. So there's no keeping me from him. The faster I realize that, the better I'll be.

"I could make you happy. Just as happy as he could." He says and walks out.