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 sigh, watching Aviella open the door with the room key.
"I'm done. I've completely given up on life." I say.
Justin takes Bella from me and I lift my shirt over my head.
"Now I have to put on a whole new outfit. Do you know how hard that is?"
"Not really. There's another outfit right there." Justin points to the floor next to my suitcase, where I had all my outfits laid out.
"You're absolutely right."
"I have no reason to be here." Aviella says, disappearing into her room.
I laugh, picking one of the outfits from the floor. I change quickly while Justin changes Bella's clothes and her diaper.
Ariana
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Bella
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notice how Justin picked that outfit *wink wink*
"Aw, my baby. You look so cute."
"Of course she does. She's the result of me and you." Justin says.
He leaves Bella on the bed, walking over to me.
"So.." He plants a kiss on my forehead.
"I have a cousin..." Justin kisses my forehead again, caressing my cheek.
"And?"
"My cousin.." He kisses my cheek and I smile.
"Loves..." He kisses the other cheek.
"Kids." Justin finishes by kissing me on the lips.
"Your point?"
"Tomorrow, kids go with cousin, parents are alone. Things will happen."
"I like the sound of that."
"Well, that's all you get right now."
"Aw, man." I groan and Justin laughs.
"Can we go to lunch now?" He asks.
"Most definitely." I nod, calling Aviella from her room.
She comes in with Tommy, a huge smile on her face.
"Is it time to eat?" She asks.
"Yep."
"Yay!" She jumps around the room until Justin picks her up.
"This family gets way too excited about eating." Justin says.
"I don't see why everyone else doesn't do that." I say, picking Bella up off the bed.
She had occupied herself by 'chewing' on her hands with her no teeth.
"Food, here we come!" Justin opens the door for us and we walk out of the room.
I smile, walking down the hall with Aviella and Bella. Justin walks very slowly, typing something on his phone.
He finally catches up when we reach the elevator. Aviella presses the button for the lobby and we wait for it to come.
Once we get to the lobby, Justin says there's a very special restaurant he wants us to try for lunch, so we follow him. He leads us to the beach and we walk until we reach a restaurant that's all outside.
All the tables are outside and there's also a bar near the back. I have no idea where they actually fix the food but I really don't care.
"After you, my beautiful queen and my pretty little princesses." Justin lets us walk up to the counter first.
"Just four?" The waitress asks.
"Yeah."
"Alrighty, follow me." The waitress ledss us to a table and we sit down.
"My name is Katelyn, I will not be your waitress today, but I will be here if you need anything. What can I start you off with to drink?"
"Lemonade!" Aviella says.
"Okay, and you two?"
"I'll take a dr. pepper and my lovely wife here will have a water because she can't drink anything else."
"Thank you, Justin." I roll my eyes playfully and he kisses the side of my head.
"I'll be right back with your drinks." Katelyn walks away and I look at Justin.
"Why can't I drink anything else?"
"Because daddy said so." He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"What if I don't want water?"
"Well that's too bad, isn't it?" He kisses my ear and I laugh.
"You are hilarious."
"Daddy, I want spaghetti and meatballs." Aviella says.
"Done. What about my queen?" Justin asks me.
"Well, I have no idea. I've been kind of distracted for the past minute." I look at the menu and immediately find what I want.
I didn't see the name of the restaurant when we walked up to it, but I did realize that it was Italian when I looked at the menu.
"Your queen wants Fettuccine Alfredo."
"Done. Daddy wants Shrimp Alfredo, and daddy always gets what he wants."
"Then why can't I always have what I want?" Aviella asks.
"Now look what you've done." I mumble.
"Baby, daddy was just being silly. Don't listen to a word he says, unless it's something good."
"How am I supposed to know if it's something good?"
"Trust me, princess. You'll know." Aviella nods, grabbing Justin's phone from the table.
She had learned his pass code and now enters it in every time she picks his phone up. Now she could really do whatever she wanted. But the only thing she ever does is watch YouTube or Netflix.
"Bella, what do you want to eat?"
"Your boobs." Justin whispers under his breath.
I laugh, kicking him in the shin.
"I wasn't asking you, now was I?"
"She can't talk. Someone had to answer." Justin shrugs.
A different waitress comes back with our drinks, taking all of our orders from Justin, who won't let me talk for anything, not that it's a bad thing. I love when he doesn't let me talk, because then I don't have to talk. And yes, that's exactly what I meant to say.
