Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

You & His Gf Fight (pt. 2)

- 10 years later -

You plopped down in the couch beside your husband of 8 years.

"Did you find a movie?" you asked him.

"Why would I? You'd come out here and change it and then talk about how my taste in everything sucks," he replied but not without a sincere, joking smile.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

"Your taste in everything does suck," you smirked, "Except in women of course."

He let out a hearty laugh in which you had come to love so much over the years.

"Shut up before you wake the kids," you slapped his chest lightly before reaching for the tv remote.

When you turned on the tv, the first thing that popped up was the celebrity news channel. Just as you were about to change it, a certain familiar name popped up on the screen and your chest tightened slightly.

"Will the marriage between famous pop singer Justin Bieber and actress slash model wife Regina Martin survive this time?" the lady on the screen announced as pictures popped up on the screen, "If you look closely at the pictures before you, you'll see none other than Ms. Regina leaving a restaurant with a man, who we still don't know the name of, hand in hand. There should be another picture of them getting in the same car and driving off. And from what I see, there's a third picture of the two in that same car, in a heated make-out session in an empty lot."

"Wow," your husband said from beside you, "I-"

"Shh," you said as the lady on the screen started talking again.

"This isn't the first time she has been caught in the arms of another man," she said to her co-anchor, "There was that time two years ago where she was caught with the director of her new movie, then a couple months ago with a fellow model."

"It's such a shame really what she's doing to Justin and their son! 6 months after she had their son Elijah, she was caught with the director!" her co-anchor spoke, "I feel bad for him but everybody knew they were doomed from the beginning."

"That's enough of talk about Bieber for one night," your husband said grabbing the remote from you and changing the channel.

You started thinking back to that day at the pastry shop. You warned his ass and he just wouldn't listen and now look where that got him! You rolled your eyes at his stupidity but there was always that tiny part of you that felt sorry fo him.

Your husband threw his arm around you, tearing you out of your thoughts as the opening music of the movie started. You snuggled up to his chest and just as you were about to prop your feet up on the table in front of yoy, the doorbell rang.

"Ugh," you said and began to stand up.

"No, you sit and I will go get it," he said as he stood up.

You smiled up at him as he passed the tv and headed to the door. You heard the door open and closed your eyes.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and your eyes fluttered open.

"Babe?" you called out as you heard muffled voices.

"Y/N!" he came running back into the room, "You'll never believe who's at the door!"

"Who?"

"Hi, Y/N," Justin appeared behind your husband and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

You hadn't spoken to him in 10 years and here he was, standing right in front you!

"Justin?" you whispered as you shot up off the couch.

"You two know each other?" your husband said as he looked between the two of you with a gigantic smile.

"Yes," Justin said as the same time you answered, "No."

"Well, not anymore," Justin continued and stared off at a wall.

"You never told me you knew Justin Bieber!" he yelled excitedly.

"You're gonna wake up the kids," you hissed at him.

"K-kids?" Justin's said, his eyes now boring a whole into yours.

You sighed and crossed your arms, "What do you need Justin?"

"This looks like some serious tension so I'll be in another room," your husband said before leaving.

"I need your help Y/N," he said, walking closer to you.

When he stepped into the tv light, you could see his puffy red eyes, and the dark circles under his eyes.

You scoffed, "What makes you think I'd help you after not hearing a single word out of you for almost 11 years?"

"I don't know where else to go," he searched your eyes before looking away, "I have nobody left."

"You have Regina," you shrugged as you sat on the couch, "So, how about you take your little w-"

"I walked in on Regina having sex with another man in our bed," he said cutting you off, "And then she kicked me out of the house."

Your felt your heart drop out of your chest.

"But the thing is," he continued, "today is our anniversary."

He looked up at you and saw the tears rimming his eyes. He blinked as he looked away and saw some escaping his eyes. Your heart went out to him even though you did warn him this was coming.

"Oh, and the worst part is that when I walked in, I found our son in the closet bawling his eyes out while his mother was getting her brains fucked out of her not even 20 feet away," he shook his head and clenched his fists.

Wait, she did what?

"She had your son in the same room as her while she was having sex?"

You felt yourself getting angry-you knew Regina was a disgusting, selfish, conniving bitch, but you never thought she was sick enough to be having sex with her child in the same room.

You imagined what it would feel like to walk into your house one day and find your husband screwing somebody in your bed with your children sitting there, crying.

Something clicked in you like a match being lit and you were on your feet in an instant.

"Let's go," you said to him and began walking to door.

"Where are we going?" he said from behind you.

"We're going to kick that sick bitch's ass."