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 don't look at what he's talking about, but I'm too busy getting diapers, wipes and socks.
"Ariana, look at this right now. I don't know where it came from but I love it."
I turn around and look at the outfit that he's talking about.
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"Alexa got that. I already knew you would like it as soon as I saw it." I smile as Justin folds it up and puts it in Bella's bag.
"That's 6 days we've packed for. How many are left?"
"I don't know. You're the one who planned this vacation."
"Fine. I'll do the math myself. Let's see. We have one day in New York, then a week and two days in Hawaii. That means ten total days of being somewhere, and about 3 days of traveling."
"So we have 4 more days to pack for." I finish.
"Teamwork! We're experts at math." Justin says.
Bella giggles from her crib and we both look at her.
"Who involved you in this conversation, little girl?" I ask.
She just smiles her adorable toothless smile and I laugh.
"I love you, moonlight." I say, continuing to pack the diaper bag.
All I had to do was stuff a million diapers into the bag along with her socks and some extra clothes.
"Alright, I'm done with my job. I guess I can help you now." I say.
"Finally! You've been over there for twenty minutes. How long can it possibly take to put some diapers and clothes into a bag?" Justin says.
"Shut up. I was busy doing other stuff."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean other stuff. How many days have you done?"
"Just finished seven. Three more."
"Good. Let me have my fun."
"Yeah. You do that."
Justin laughs, leaning against the wall next to Bella's crib while I finish packing her bag.
2:37 pm
"You're all done, lady bug. You did so good." Justin takes Bella out of her crib and we both walk out of the room.
"Three down, one to go. I'm not packing anything until Aviella gets back. She'll be very upset if I don't ask her first."
"She definitely will. But can you feed Bella now?"
"She's not hungry."
"I know."
"I'm not gonna feed her if she's not hungry, you pervert."
"I am not a pervert."
"Yes you are. The next time you ask me to over feed my daughter, I will slice your neck."
"Point taken."
We walk into the living room and sit down on the couch.
"When was the last time we were alone?" Justin asks.
"Friday night."
"Hmm. Sounds familiar."
"What do you mean 'sounds familiar'?"
"It sounds like that was the last time we were alone."
"Because it is!"
"I know, I know." Justin laughs, pulling me into his arms.
"I love you, Queen."
"I love you, Justin. A lot."
"I love you a lot more."
"No, you don't. I believe I let you get me pregnant at 20 years old."
"You wanted it. You know you did."
"Don't call my baby an it. What is wrong with you?"
"I mean you wanted the part that led up to you getting pregnant." Justin smirks.
"Now that much is true." I smile.
"Of course it is."
There will probably be another update tonight which is why this one isn't that long. Just thought I'd tell you since I'm so nice 😉
