Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 4: Better

Mia's POV:

* Same scene as last chap *

I take a deep breath, preparing to explain to Kenzie.

"I'm sick Kenzie."

"What?," she asks confused.

"I'm sick. That's why I have cuts."

Justin stares at me confused also, so I explain a little more.

"I'm sick sweetie. But, when I get better, the scars will go away."

I look down at my scars once more and feel myself shaking to shake. I have trouble breathing and Justin notices immeadiately.

Kenzie notices also and she gets scared, looking at me. I place her down and head to the kitchen.

"Mommy!," Kenzie yells.

I look back. "Mommy needs a drink of water baby. I'll be right back," I say in between heavy breaths.

I go in the kitchen and holds my arms out, lunging towards the counter. I lean against it and stare at the ground, taking deep breaths.

* First flashback *

 I wipe the tears off my face, still crying.

I lost my baby. 

Justin continues to watch me weep and comfort me.

He walks over and hugs me.

"We could try again," he tells me.  

"For what? So, we can lose another one?"

"I know where you're coming from Mia. But, you can't hide from this forever," I tell her.

I look down.

"I'm just not ready," I tell him.

He nods his head, signaling he understands.

He sits down next to me, and his eyes stop at my arm. I look down and notice one of my scars is showing.

" You okay?,"heI ask while rolling up my sleeve.

His jaw drops.

" Mia, what is this?"

"If my baby didn't live a good life, why should I?," I say.

He grab my arms and look at them.

"But, why? Mia, we can try again."

"There's no point."

He take my arms and kisses my scars.

"You're perfect. I love you with all my heart. Maybe, someday we can try again. It's just right now doesn't seem like the right time.

I nod.

"Yeah, maybe."

* End of first flashback *

I drop and get on my knees, my breathing getting harder. I hold my stomach and close my eyes shut.

* Second flashback *

I open the fridge. I think I'm in the mood for a sandwich.

I grab the jelly from the fridge and the peanut butter from the cabinet.

I grab two slices of bread and set them on a plate. I open the drawer full of utensils and try to grab a butterknife to make the sandwich.