Our Perfect Mistake (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Prolouge

Emma's POV:
"Mommy! I want to go to Mama and Papa's house!" My 3 year old son Carter Drew Bieber shrieked at me while jumping on my bed. I looked to the side and my clock read 7:10am. I groaned and grabbed Carter while saying, "ugh baby it's early. Mommy is tired. Do you want to lay here with mommy for a while and then we can go to mama and papa's house later?"
"Okay mommy, I love you." Carter mumbles as he cuddles into my side under the covers and falls fast asleep.
I wake up an hour later and Carter is still fast asleep at my side. He looks so much like his father, which is none other than the Justin Bieber. I got pregnant after a party because we were both drunk, and we had just met that day. I found out three weeks later than I was pregnant and I automatically knew I wasn't going to tell Justin. It was a mistake, and he wouldn't want to be a part of the baby's life anyways. Even if he did, he has a career and a busy schedule, so he would never be around. When I was around 2 months pregnant, I told my parents and the rest of my family. My parents were disappointed at first, but they supported me the whole way, and my brother and sister were excited to become an aunt and uncle. After I told my parents, they understood that I didn't want Justin to know and helped me get a small 3 bedroom 2 bathroom house in Malibu so that I could be far away from Justin Bieber. I didn't want to risk him finding out. I got a job at Starbucks, and I made enough money to pay my house bills, although I didn't really need a job because my parents sent me $5,000 every month to support my son and I. We go and see them every other month for one week, and they come and see us for a weekend on the months that we don't go to LA. I only go when I know that Justin is on tour or out of town because I can't risk him seeing me. He tried to come over and get ahold of me after the night that we had sex, but I got my number changed and avoided him until I moved away bc I was starting to fall hard for him and I couldn't let him find out about the pregnancy. I feel really bad about keeping it from him, and Carter sometimes asks who his father is, but I refuse to tell him. I gave him Justin's last name because I really liked the first name Carter and I couldn't name him Carter Carter, so I used Bieber instead. Now I'm going to tell you the story of my life before I got pregnant, and up until I moved. Flashback begins now: