One Shot Series 3

Distance, Time And Family

"Please don't go." Demi's body trembled, tears rolling down her cheeks. Justin wrapped his arms around his wife, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I have to. This is what I do." He was close to crying too, but he couldn't. He had to be strong. For her.

"Justin, I'm sure they have more than enough people." She looked around to everyone else in uniform, and their family.

"Baby, listen. You're going to go on living life, and not worrying about me. I'll come back, I'll be right by your side when this is all over." His hands held her cheeks firmly,

"But what if you don't?" A fresh set of tears streaming down her cheeks.

He hushed her with a kiss, "Don't think about it."

"Write me, and Skype whenever you can." Demi called, waving off her lover. He smiled and nodded, as a couple guys came and wrapped their arms around Justin. He was in good hands, she thought to herself.

This was all to new for Demi. After seeing her cousin lose her father to war, she pledged she would never put her children, or herself up for that pain. But then Justin came. A perfect gentleman, playful, silly, sweet, smart, sexy. He was all she could wish for...except that he would leave her at random.

And one day he might not return.

It took him a month to write.

Hey baby girl. We aren't doing much right now. Not even stationed yet, doing a bunch of stuff you wouldn't be interested in. But I'm making the best of it. The guys are great, (Ryan and Alfredo miss you!) but I already miss you. I wish I could write sooner. When you get this email I'll probably be busy. Anyway, I love you lots! Mwah!

She smiled, marveling at her husband's cute qualities. She quickly responded, sending him a couple pictures of herself.

At night she would gravitate toward the lonely, cold side of the bed. Clutching one of his shirts, head digging into his pillow. She could smell the everlasting masculine scent from it. It was always comforting to even get a glimpse of his being.

Back at the camp, Justin was opening the mail from his wife. Pictures of her in solider lingerie filled the screen, "I wonder who looks better in uniform..." Was written at the bottom. Along with little comments about her work, his family, their family.

"Yo JB?" He tried to cover the screen, but Ryan had caught him. Chaz and Alfredo behind him, staring at the woman on the screen. Chaz more than anyone else.

"Well stop looking!" Justin screeched, horrified. It was nothing too bad, just cleavage and short shorts, but he didn't want his best friends to see his wife like that.

"Hot damn..." Ryan finally spoke, making Justin glare at him. "God bless America!" Chaz commented, to which Justin quickly dashed after him.

"That's my fucking wife, Somers!"

"Your sexy wife, Bieber!" He replied, laughing.

It took him four months to write.

"Demi! You got a message, sweetheart." Pattie called, as she was packing up her clothes. They were clearing out the storage room, for something much more special.

As fast as she could, she hobbled over to her laptop, knowing the familiar ring of her email. The specific email, only for Justin.

Hello gorgeous. I hope you weren't worried about me to much. I would tell you what's going on, but that's classified. I will tell you I'm fighting, well not currently. But I'm sure you guessed that. Sorry it took so long for me to write, again. I miss you more than anything. And my mom, Jax and Jaz. I wish I could skype you, I will sooner or later.