*Justin, Jason, or one in the same?

Forty (second to last)

Lisa's p.o.v.

I couldn't get my leg to stop shaking. Justin would be home soon and I wasn't sure if or what to tell him. I knew I was and had been for a while but I wasn't sure how this had gone unnoticed. It's been two years since we got married and the twins are now four. Right now they were in their room playing. We tried to separate them but they wouldn't leave each other so we gave up.

I heard the door close and someone walk up the steps to our room and knew it was Justin.

"Lisa, you in here?" He said through the door.

"Uh um just a minute. Ah!" Pain and blood crippled me to the ground. "Justin, I-I need help." I unlocked the door and he came in.

"Lisa when did you -"

"About ten minutes ago. The bleeding won't stop." I cried and he picked up the newborn baby boy. The baby hadn't cried yet but was wide awake and moving. Justin grabbed a Bobby pin and poured alcohol on it and slid it onto our newborn son's cord. He then did the same with scissors and cut the cord.

He walked out of the room and I wrapped our son in a towel. He came back in ten minutes later and picked us off the floor; taking us to the car.

"Justin, the kids?" My voice was drowned in concern.

"My mom has them. She's following behind us." He sped up. Fifteen minutes later I started feeling weak and tired. Just as I started to faint Justin pulled me out of the car.

"I NEED A DOCTOR!" I felt my body be put on a stretcher and someone take my baby. The last thing I saw was Justin crying.

Justin's p.o.v.

I was crying so bad holding the twins.

"Mr. Bieber, your wife might not make it. Your son is being checked out right now but so far he's healthy."

I kept replaying the doctors words. Lisa might not make it.

"Where's my daughter?" I looked up to see Marcus McCann, Lisa's real father. I sat the twins down and stood straight up.

"What're you doing here Marcus?" I growled.

"I'm here to see my daughter and grandchildren." He stepped forward.

"People here for Lisa Bieber." I turned towards the nurse.

"I'm her husband. Is she okay?" I started to panic.

"Mr. Bieber, your wife is stable but she's lost a lot of blood and we don't know if we can do a blood infusion. You can go seer her and the baby is full term and healthy." The doctor informed. He led me to Lisa's room and left. I almost broke down seeing her. She had a tube in her thought and wires going everywhere. I pulled a chair next to her bed and grabbed her hand.

"Lisa if you can hear me, you have to wake up. Our children need you and I-I need you. You're my everything please." I cried myself to sleep that night.

*Three weeks later.

"Justin. Justin, honey, wake up." I felt someone shake me. "Justin, go home, shave, take a shower, and eat." My mother demanded.

"No I-I, Lisa might wake up and I have to be here when she does." I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"Yes, and she will want a perfectly shaved and non-stinky, fed husband." My mother nudged me. I groaned and put on my shoes.

"Where are my children?" I asked.

"They're with Jeremy. Jazzy and Jax wanted to see them so your father's watching them at your house." She pushed me out the door so I went home and showered.

"Hey son, hungry?" My dad asked as I bounded downstairs.

"Nope, gotta go. Lisa might get up. I have to be with her." I headed to the door.

"Justin! Come here for a moment." I went to the dining room. "Me and your mother were talking and we think it might be best if you unplug Lisa." He stared me dead in the face.

"Wait, you want me to give up on my wife. No! My children need their mother. There is three week old child who's never seen her smile, laugh, or even heard her talk." I slammed my fist in the table.

"Think about what Lisa would want Justin. She wouldn't want to depend on a machine for life. She wouldn't want her husband falling apart because she was in a coma." He countered.

"She damn sure wouldn't want me to give up! She would want to be here for our newborn son! She would want to know I fought to keep her alive so she could meet him!" I walked out to my car and went to the hospital. Something was telling me my father was right. I was being selfish.