Justin Bieber Imagines | Book 1

11 - Good or bad news?

11 - Good or bad news?

I was fucking nervous. I've never been so nervous in my life before and I'm actually never nervous about things. I had a feeling that he'd yell at me and look at me in pure disgust but on the other side, I knew him to well. He wouldn't be like that, he'd probably take it calmly and talk. But there still was a 50/50 chance he'd boil with anger.

In my thoughts, I heard a car approaching in the driveway. He was home and in a few minutes he will know the little secret I've kept the past 3 weeks. My anxiety was getting the best of me as soon as he came through the front door.

"Baby?"

His voice so innocent and soft. He appeared in the living room, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw me sitting with a frown on my face.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with worry.

I gave him a sad smile, scolding myself for keeping it from him. He should know as the first but no, I decided to call my best friend.

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"Have you told him?"

"No, Chelsea! I can't. He will hate me for it."

"Y/N, calm down would you? He isn't like that and you know it."

"I don't know, maybe I'll wait a little time."

"Tell him Y/N. He deserves to know. It is his kid, right?"

-

She was right but I never told him. I had waited for three whole weeks and he has walked around having no clue about the life growing inside of my stomach. Yet he still managed to ask why we hadn't had sex in over two weeks. Every time I've told him I wasn't in the mood for it but that lie couldn't keep on being used so I decided to use 'I'm on my period'-lie the last week until today.

"No," I sighed deeply. My fingers were fiddling with each other, shaking as they wrapped around each other. I looked up at him, my frown on full display. His eyes were whelming over with worry and sadness, a crease were created on his forehead. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I let out a breath. Here we go. "You know how I haven't been in the mood for- you know, being intimate with you lately?" He nodded. "Yeah, that's a lie. I really wanted to but I was scared. I still am."

Justin looked at me with confused eyes. "What could you possibly be scared for? You know me."

I nodded, releasing a sigh. He was right, so so right. "And I'm not on my period. I'm late, my period is late as it is and-"

"Y/N, y-you're not about to say what I think you are, right?" His eyebrows had raised, his face was shocked. Nervous and his stuttering didn't help on it.

"I'm pregnant, Justin."

And boom. The bomb was dropped.

Justin's face was almost pale, his eyes frozen. He didn't even look like himself and it scared the shit out of me right until he decided to ask a question I was prepared for. "How long have you, uh, you know?"

"3 weeks." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed a pit of saliva. "I know I should've told you before but I was so scared of what you'd think and how you'd react. I'm sorry Justin and I understand I you don't want the b-"

"No no no no, I want the child. I want it, hell I will raise it and take care of it with all in my body." A smile evident on his lips as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. His lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away again.

My heart melted right there but I needed to say something that'd probably make him much happier if this was his reaction to just the news that I actually pregnant. "Justin, it's um, it's a boy."

Justin's smile couldn't get much bigger than it was right now. He looked genuinely happy and at peace, even though there's so much to think about now that a baby is on it's way.

"I'm so happy to hear this, Y/N. You have no idea," he said and hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. I am so lucky to have him, I'm never going to let him go. Ever.