Baby Bieber

Chapter Thirteen

Nicole POV

"Mommy Mommy Mommy! Daddy Daddy Daddy! Wakey Wakey!" Delilah said, pulling the string of the blinds so sunlight would peek through. "Morning Delilah." I said sleepily, sitting up with blankets wrapped around my body. "Morning." Justin said, voice raspy. "You sound like the hobbit!" I giggled. He coughed a bit, and then started laughing. "You're so unique, you know that?" Justin said, kissing my lips softly. "Ew!" Delilah said, covering her eyes and giggling.

We chuckled, getting up from bed. "Daddy? Why aren't these drawing coming off?" Delilah said, rubbing the tattoos on Justin's arms. "Those are tattoos, baby. They will not come off." Justin explained. Delilah nodded, fingers tracing the tattoos.

"I'm going to make you guys some breakfast." I said, rolling out of bed and slipping in some sweatpants. Delilah wandered out of the room, and I tossed Justin his shirt as I pulled on a tank top. I went to the kitchen and started cooking.

I decided to make something I always had as a kid. Fried eggs and beans. I have never really acknowledged my Mexican heritage until now, this was my breakfast literally every day and I was totally fine with it. I fried five eggs, and cooked some beans. I warmed up some tortillas, and made some ovaltine for Delilah.

As I cooked, Pedro and Luna licked my bare toes, making me giggle. I filled their bowls with water and dry dog food. I gave them a chew toy, and put their towels from their bed to wash. I started to get close to the crazy little pups, they are adorable.

"It smells like your old house when your mom made breakfast!" Justin said, inhaling the scent. The word mom made my blood pump faster. When I got pregnant, my mom was horrified. Hell, she was disgusted that her innocent, Christian, daughter had intercourse before she was married. When I told her, I was told to pack and leave. "Oh..I'm sorry." Justin said, kissing my nose. "It's okay, I'm fine. Sit, I'll serve you." I said, wiping my hot tears and scooping a bit of everything on a plate. I slid the plate on the table, and fixed Delilahs plate. She toddled in the kitchen and started eating, too.

"I gotta get to work soon." I said, ripping of a piece of tortilla and shoving it in my mouth. I chewed, and went to my room to change. I quickly took a five minute shower, and dried myself. I pulled on a pair of undergarments. I pulled on a mint sleeveless blouse, with a black collar and lacy trim. I dragged my brace on my ankle, it left little marks on my skin. I slipped in a pair of sleek black leather pants, and some socks. I slipped my feet in a pair of full black vans. I clicked on a necklace with a snowflake charm at the end of it on, and started on makeup.

I did a simple eyeliner, and a white shimmery eyeshadow. I put on some Mac pink lipstick, and spritzed on some perfume. It was almost twelve, I had to get Delilah changed and to school.

I picked out her outfit, and let Justin change her. It was a purple top that read 'Cute' on it in jumbo letters. Her pants were purple leggings with black polka dots on it. Her sweater was purple, with hearts on it. I tied her hair in two pigtails with elastics.

"I'll drive babe, my car." Justin said, slipping his keys in his pocket. I slid my purse on my shoulder, and made sure Delilah had her backpack and lunch. We dropped Delilah off, and I told Justin where I worked.

"Bye babe, I'll see you later." Justin said, kissing my lips as I slid out of the car seat. "I'll see you later." I said, kissing his cheek and jogging up to the door. I stepped in the restaurant, the smell of fried chicken and grape soda filling my nose. I went to the back, and changed in my orange short-shorts and my white, cleavage showing uniform top. I tied the laces of my uniform shoes, and went to see what tables I had.

"Nicole!" Mark said, making me flinch. "Could you stay late today? Lots of people didn't come, I need help cleaning up." Mark said, his arm swung on my shoulder. "Sure." I said, and went to my first table. The guys at that table seemed genuine and shy, no older than nineteen. "Welcome to Hooters, what would you like today?" I asked, smile on my face. "Uh...four orders of baked chicken wings, please." One with straw like blonde hair said, pale cheeks turning cherry red.