I'm Glad You're With Me (JB INSTAGRAM STORY)

One Hundred Thirty Seven.

*Justin's P.O.V*

It was 2 in the morning and Jenna wouldn't stop crying. I was getting frustrated and with every scream, I would clench my jaw. It's been like this for a week now, and I felt bad that Lila was always the one to go take her, but I couldn't even move.

"Don't get up so fast," Lila spat sarcastically, as she got up to go comfort Jenna. I rolled my eyes at her comment and closed my eyes once more. I had an interview later and I couldn't go with limited sleep. It was difficult for me to sleep without the baby.

I suddenly heard Jenna's cries calm down, and I sighed. Finally.

"Justin? Can you come in here please?" I heard Lila call. I opened my eyes and groaned. I got up and walked out of the room and into the nursery where I saw Lila standing up, rocking Jenna, probably about ready to breastfeed her.

"Yes?" I said, as I leaned against the doorframe, barely keeping my eyes open. She looked at me with a look of discomfort and rolled her eyes.

"You know what? Never mind, go back to bed," she mumbled. She said something else under her breath but I didn't catch that part.

"Woah... Lila, you called me in here for a reason, do you mind telling me the reason? What do you need?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Nothing, Justin, just go back to bed," she repeated. I scoffed and shook my head, and went back to the room, laying down and wrapping myself in our covers.

A couple of minutes later, I felt Lila close the door and come into bed, also wrapping herself in the covers that I made warm, and I assumed going to sleep.

"Are you asleep?" she whispered. I opened my eyes.

"I was," I muttered.

"Can we talk?" she asked. I raised my head to look at the time.

"At 3 AM? Sure, why not, it's not like we have anything scheduled right now, let's talk," I said, getting up, and scratching my head, and dropping my hands in front of me in frustration. She got up and turned on her lamp and looked at me.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" she says, slowly getting up. I smiled.

"Fucking serious about what?" I say, attitude spilling out of me.

"Why are you like this right now?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed, revealing that cute little vein she has on her forehead.

"Like what, Lila? Like what? Like tired? Exhausted?" I respond, my face immediately distressed.

"I'm sorry, do you think you're the only one losing sleep? Do you think you're the one who carried a baby for 9 months, did you think you had to endure giving birth? Shit, JB, you did it all, congratulations to you, I applaud you, how did you accomplish all of that?" she says, clapping, and cheering for me, making sure I knew her intentions were to piss me off.

"Lila, I didn't wake up just to fight," I said, waving my hand dismissively.

"No, we're gonna talk right now, you're going to explain to me why the fuck you're being an asshole," she says as she crosses her arms and waits for me to speak. I scoffed and shook my head, looking away from her. I breathed in and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm waiting, Bieber."

"Lila, I'm fucking tired! I have so many interviews, so many things to get ready for right now! I'm exhausted, do you not understand that? I had a hard time as it is before the baby to be able to sleep!" I snapped at her, but immediately regretting it.

"Is this another way of saying you regret having the baby?" she raised her eyebrow and tilted her head. I shook my head.

"No, baby, I don't. I'm sorry, I-I... Just... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I'm just really tired, Lila, that's all," I said, letting my guard down, and taking her hand in mine.

"It's always 'I'm sorry' with you," she rolled her eyes. "You don't know how to say anything else other than that."

"Lila, I don't wanna fight right now, can we please go to sleep? Please, baby, I'm actually begging you right now," I said, my tone sounding like I'm almost crying. She sighed and shook her head.

"Can you get the baby next time she cries?" she asked, turning her lamp off. I was about to protest, but I knew she was getting pissed off.

"Okay, Lila, I will," I say, as I lay back down. She didn't respond to me, so I closed my eyes.

"It's just... You think you're the only one that's tired, Justin. I have to wake up billions of times to get Jenna because I take into consideration how tired you are but you never even offer," she continues. I sigh.

"Baby, I'll do it, okay? I'll get her when she cries, please, go to sleep," I beg, knowing that Jenna could start crying any second now.

"God, Justin, you never fucking listen to me," she says, turning her body around, her back facing me.

"Goodnight, baby girl," I smirk, knowing that comment probably pissed her off even more.