Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

Pregnancy Nerves

Surprise, I guess?! Anyway, enjoy.

*(Y/N)'s POV*

I pull my dress down slightly as I approach the couch I'm supposed to sit on for my interview.

"(Y/N)! Such a pleasure to have you here," The E! News interviewer welcomes me. "Such a wonderful pleasure!"

I smile. "Thank you! I'm so happy to be here, thank you for having me!"

"Oh it's always a delight," She smiles back at me. "Now, how are you feeling?"

I sigh. "Tired." She laughs, and I continue. "But wonderful. I'm so, so happy to be where I am and to have what I have right now in my life."

"I'm sure, I'm sure! Well, you look absolutely great for… How far are you?"

"Six months."

"Wow, six months. You're really getting along, aren't you?"

"I really am," I grin. "It's very exciting."

"Well you look so beautiful, as always. Now, let's talk about the hubby!"

I laugh and smile wide. The thought of Justin makes me giddy. "Let's."

The interviewer smiles. "You two are still crazy in love, aren't you?"

"We are," I answer proudly. "You know, he's the greatest thing in my life right now. He really is."

"Well I'm glad you have such an amazing man at home to take care of you!"

"I certainly do."

"I hate to do this, but we'll have to stop here. I wish we could talk more, and I'm sure we could both go on and on, but we haven't got that time now, do we?"

I laugh.

"You're a busy lady, I'm sure you are. Thank you so much for coming in, and congratulations once again."

"Thanks very much, lovely to be here."

–

"Justin?" I call out into the seemingly silent house once I get home from my interview. "Are you home?"

With no reply, I walk into the kitchen to find my favourite pastry–a cinnamon, apple, pecan muffin–standing beside a freshly poured glass of coke along with a note from Justin.

(Y/N) -
Sorry I'm not home for you, darling. Scoot called, and I had to run over to his place to work some things out about the album. Hope the interview went well. 

Oh, and get dressed. I'll pick you up at 8 and we're going to Spaccani's for dinner. 

I love you,
- Justin x

I smile. Spaccani's is my favourite restaurant. He never fails to make me smile, that's for sure.
I take a sip of my coke, eat my pastry, and then walk carefully up to my bedroom to get ready.

At eight on the dot, Justin's sports car pulls up in front of the house. I smile at him, grab my clutch from the table beside me, and turn to lock the front door.

His arms wrap around my waist and he massages his fingers into my pregnant belly. "I missed you today."

I smile and he kisses the crook of my neck. "I missed you too. Thank you for the pastry."

"My pleasure. Ready?"

I turn back around, grab his hand, and we walk down the path toward his car. He helps me in, holding my hand and guiding me into the seat.

My stomach bubbles. Ever since the interview, I've had this...nervous feeling inside my gut. This feeling like I'm not ready to be a mother. And I have a constant reminder of that worry sitting inside of me. 

It definitely isn't good to be worrying like this–the nerves definitely can't be good for the baby–but I am worrying about it. I guess it's the kind of thing that's been in the back of my mind all this time, but I'm only just realizing my fear of it.