Ariana
Wednesday, 11:30 am
"Well, we have thirty minutes until we get a massage." Justin looks at me and I smile.
"I want stuff!" I say.
"Of course you do. But I want you."
"Hmm... I don't think so. You're gonna have to wait until after the massage."
"What if it gets magically gets canceled?" Justin smirks.
"Magic? Nope, not gonna work." I shake my head and Justin sighs.
"Fine, I guess I can wait a little longer."
Justin wraps his arm around my waist and we walk to the 'street of stores', as I call it.
I try to restrain myself from looking inside the stores, but that never works. Fortunately for Justin, I manage not to find anything after fifteen minutes so we go to the beach.
"It's so beautiful out here. We should move here." I say.
"Maybe, after all kids have left the house." Justin nods.
"That might take a while."
"But think about it. Everyone coming to Hawaii for all the holidays, then, when they all leave, we're all alone." Justin whispers.
We sit in the sand, a perfect view of the never ending water. Justin wraps his arms around me and I lean against him.
"I love you so much, Ariana. You are literally the sweetest little devil ever."
"'Sweetest little devil'?" I ask.
"Yeah, you're also the best mom Aviella and Bella could ever ask for, and the best wife I could ever ask for. And when I said sweetest little devil, I meant you are the sweetest person ever, but you can also be a little devil when you choose to, and I love that. You deserve the world."
"J, I love you so much. You're gonna make me cry."
"Don't cry, baby. I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to tell you that you're to beautiful to cry, but I won't stop, ever." He kisses my head and I close my eyes.
"Are you ready to get a massage?" Justin asks.
"Definitely." Justin kisses me again then stands up and holds his hand out to help me up.
"Thanks."
"Oh, let me help you." Justin wipes my butt, claiming that there was sand on it.
I didn't know if there actually was, but it's not that big of a deal so oh well. We start walking up to the hotel where we'll get our massages, which is our hotel, surprise surprise.
First, we go up to the room so Justin can 'take care of something', I don't know what it was but I was too excited to get my massage, so I didn't care.
Once Justin does whatever he did, we return to the floor that the spa is on. Justin tells them our names and they immediately lead us to the back.
We have to separate to change, but then I meet my baby again when we're both done.
"I cannot wait until this massage is over." Justin whispers in my ear as the lady leads us to our room.
I laugh as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"You're so beautiful."
"You don't look that bad either."
"That bad?"
"Yep."
"Oh, I see how it is."
12:44 pm
"Yes! Let's go!" Justin says.
Apparently, I was walking too slow for him so he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"Justin, everyone can see my ass." I mumble, not entertained.
"Good for them. They're very lucky. And I told you about wearing shorts that aren't long enough."
"They're called shorts for a reason, and it's hot here."
"Well, that sounds like a personal problem to me, so you can fix it yourself by listening to me."
"Sometimes I just wanna choke you out."
"The feeling is mutual, sweetheart."
Justin rushes on the elevator, almost breaking the buttons just like this morning.
"We're almost there, babe." He says.
Once the elevator stops on our floor, Justin runs out and down the hall to our room. He fumbles with the key, struggling to keep me on his shoulder. Once he opens the door, he throws the key on the dresser and places me on the floor.
"You are so not ready for what I'm about to do to you."
He pulls me in for a kiss and I run my fingers through his hair.
Justin picks me up and I wrap both of my legs around his waist.
"I love you so much."
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Free (Sequel to Trapped)
FanfictionAriana 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...