What is there to talk about?
A lot.
Like?
Can I just talk to you?
You're the one texting me...
Suddenly my phone rings, and hesitantly I answer it.
"Ok. Talk." I simply say.
"I-I miss you Jazz." He rasps.
"Is that all?" I say trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"N-no..." He stammers letting out a breath. there was a long silence between us, and it was freaking me out.
"Justin-"
"I-is it mine?" He asks.
My heart drops into my empty stomach.
"I-is Wha-"
"Don't bullshit with me Jasmine. Is it mine?" He demands.
I wait a few seconds. "Y-you're the only guy I've had sex with r-right?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think you'd care."
"Bull. Shit." He says, his voice angry.
"Honest-"
"You say you're a belieber right? Then you should know how much being a father means to me. So don't dare say that you didn't think I'd care." His breathing was getting heavier.
"J-Justin I'm sorry, okay? I was just... Scared and-"
"I could've helped you. I could've been there for you."
"I-I know... And I needed you there." I admit.
"Can I be there for you now?" He sniffles.
Suddenly the door bell rings causing me to get up.
"I don't know... Can you?" I say walking to the door. I open it, not realizing I didn't ask who it was. And my mouth drops open when I see the person standing in the door way.
"I'm here now." He rasps putting his phone away, looking at me though heavy eyes.
"H-how..."
"I was on my way here..." He says slipping his hands in his pockets.
"Oh..." I breathe putting my phone away.
"You look... Beautiful." He smiles.
"Um... T-thank you." I squeak.
"Can I come in?" He asks.
"Uh... Sure." I say allowing him inside.
We sit on the couch, a few inches away from each other. He lays back against the couch, staring at me with a small smile.
"What?" I mumble.
"I thought I'd never see you again." He breathes.
"Neither did I..."
He licks his lips, staring down at mine. He slowly raises up, lifting my chin as he pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was simple and sweet. No tongue. Just his sweet lips on mine. After a few kisses, he breaks away.
"I-I... I want to try." He breathes, rubbing my cheek.
"Try what?" I ask.
"Us." He rasps softly, pulling back to stare at me.
My eyes widen. "Seriously?"
"Um hum." he hums nodding his head.
"O-okay..." I shrug my shoulders, looking away.
"Hey... Never look away from me." He warns bringing my face back to his.
I smile, noticing his playfulness.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"4:30... Why?"
"Um... Graduation is at 7 and I have a plane to catch after."
"A plane? Where?"
"Georgia."
"Why?"
"To discuss a book deal." I say with pride.
"Oh. Is Journey finally getting her break?" He teases.
"Yes. I am."
"Awe... I'm glad. But I can take you. I have my jet."
"You'd do that?" I ask, in awe.
"Of course. Anything for you." He says placing his hand over my stomach. I sigh at the warm feeling it created.
"I want to be there for you both." He whispers looking at my stomach.
I cover his hand with mine. "And you will."
(A/n: Next chapter is the end. Graduation! Love you for reading😘🌺)
