Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 18: Home

Justin's POV:

I park in the parking lot outside the waiting, eager to see Mia.

It's been too long. I miss her like crazy.

I get out and lean against my car, ignoring the stares that I get from people walking by.

Being a famous celebrity can be frustrating sometimes. I don't mind taking pictures with fans, I just mind the paparazzi trying to take pictures of me and asking me dumb ass questions.

Luckily, the paparazzi is not bothering me. They're filming me from across the street, but I don't give a fuck. 

They're not important to me right now.

Only Mia is.

I continue to wait for Mia, shaking from happiness and relief.

Mia's POV:

I take a deep breath as I see Justin leaning against his car through the clear windows.

This is it. The moment I leave this hell hole.

I take another deep breath and walk out the rehab, Justin immeadiately seeing me.

He makes full eye contact with me and manages to crack a smile with his messy hair and casual clothes.

I walk closer and he does the same, showing no hesitation to embrace me tight when we meet in the middle.

His grip is tight and strong, almost suffocating me. My head rests on his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close.

"Hi," I whisper into his chest.

I hear him chuckle a little bit.

"Hey beautiful. I missed you," he whispers back.

His voice sounds different. Soft, broken, hard to even speak.

"I missed you, too," I whisper back.

He lets go of me and intertwines our fingers, kissing my nose.

I look up and stare into his brown orbs, seeing love, admiration, hurt, guilt, and more.

"Ready to go home?"

I nod my head and we get into the car, on our way.

* Back home *

We walk in, and it's very quiet.

It's just like the way I left it.

I look over to Justin.

"Mom took the kids to hers for the night," he reveals.

I roll my eyes and groan, feeling kinda pissed.

"Wow," I say.

"What?"

"Even if I try to spend time with the kids, I can't."

He sighs, feeling guilty.

"Mia, you know my mom's just trying to help."

I scoff.

"Help?"

I look at him and realize he looks exhausted, and I know he's feeling a lot of emotions right now.

"Justin, I don't wanna start a fight babe. I just got back and you look exhausted. When was the last time you actually slept?"

He hesitates at my question.

"Justin?," I call.

He sighs again.

"Two months ago," he reveals.