Justin Bieber Imagines

A Good Father

Dedicated to Shannon1300

   Y/N'S POV

  I couldn't even tell you how good it felt to have Justin here, home. He had been really busy lately, so we only got to see him for a couple of hours every now and then. Yes, I meant to say "we." By "we," I meant me and Justin and I's baby boy, Stephen.
  Stephen was a blessing. I would admit that to anyone. I would also admit that Stephen looked identical to Justin as a baby. It was scary, really, because I was going to have a harder time keeping my son close the older he became.

  I looked over at Justin, and I didn't like how quiet he was right now. He normally wasn't this quiet unless something was bothering him. I could think of several things that could have been bothering him at this moment, but I really wanted to know what it was.
  So, I scooted over before I rested my head on his shoulder. Justin kissed my forehead then looked at Stephen. Justin blinked, yet he quickly looked forward. He began to tap his foot, and I tried to get him to stop. Justin didn't stop before he stood to his feet.

  I said,"Bieber, what's going on? What's..."

  He just kissed my cheek, then he headed up the stairs. I heard him sniff several times before he walked into our room.

  I looked down at Stephen as I said,"Let's go check on your father. He needs us."

  Stephen just looked at me, and I carefully carried him up the stairs and into Justin and I's bedroom. Justin was sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. He was crying, and this was only the second time that I had ever witnessed Justin cry.
 
  I slowly sat down next to Justin, and he looked over at me and Stephen.

  Justin sniffed before he asked me,"Do you need me?"

  I answered,"Of course, I need you, Justin, but this is about what's bothering you right now. Tell Stephen and I what's bothering you. We're listening. Well, I think that Stephen's listening."

  Justin chuckled before I let him take Stephen from me.

  Justin looked down at Stephen as he painfully said to me,"I remember being angry, Y/N."

  I asked him,"Angry about what, J?"

  He answered,"About my father leaving me and my mother. Y/N, I was so young, and I didn't understand how he could do that to both of us."

  I wrapped my arms around Justin's neck as I said,"It's okay, Justin. You had a right to be mad. Your father is your father, and you wanted him to be there. Unfortunately, we don't always understand or get the full story of why our parents may have left us at the time, but it does hurt. You know that I understand that just as well as you do. It was my mother for me."

  Justin continued to cry, but he held Stephen closer as he said,"I want to be a good father, Y/N. I want to stay in Stephen's life, but I don't know how to be a good father. I don't know if I'm the father that Stephen really needs."

  Hearing Justin talk like this while crying was hard to digest. It was hard for me to try to guess how long he had been feeling this way, but I knew that I had to comfort him. I had to make him see how good of a father he already was.

  I carefully hugged Justin and gave him a kiss before I rested my forehead against his as I told him,"Honey, neither one of us deserved to be left, but guess what? We both found a way to keep going and to make sure that we were in the other parent's life as much as we could have been. And look at what has happened between you and your father over the years. You've been spending more time together, baby, and that's a great thing. I hope that you two continue to grow closer. I hate how my mother wants nothing to do with me, but I did all that I could do. And Justin, you're an amazing father. You have to know that already. You stay up day and night to make sure that Stephen is happy, well fed, and protected. You volunteer to take him whenever I'm exhausted or cooking, and I appreciate that. Stephen appreciates it, too, because he knows who you are. He knows that you're his father and that he has to have you. I'm not saying that we both have been perfect parents every single day, but we'll continue to learn together what we should and shouldn't do."

  I stopped hugging Justin to wipe his tears. He leaned into my hand before he closed his eyes. I fixed Stephen's bib, and then Justin stopped leaning into my hand.

  He said,"Thank you, Y/N. I'm sorry, too, about your mother. She's missing out on spending time with an amazing woman."

  I blushed before I said,"Aww, thanks. Don't make me faint, Justin."

  He kissed my forehead, then I asked him,"Are you with me still?"

  Justin nodded before he answered,"I'm with you. I love you, Y/N. Really. Thank you."

  I nodded, and Stephen began to cry.

  Justin moved to give Stephen to me, but I stopped him as I said,"No. You've got him, Justin. You've got him."

  Justin smiled at me before he stood to his feet and walked around the room with Stephen. Stephen continued to cry, but Justin would kiss his forehead or hug him gently.
  Even as Stephen continued to cry, Justin looked like he was thinking of what to try next. I didn't say a word, wanting to see where this went next. When Justin looked back down at Stephen, Stephen just looked at him.

  Stephen stopped crying, but he just looked at Justin as if he was waiting for something. Justin began to sing "Down to Earth" to Stephen, and I just watched in awe. Stephen continued to look up at Justin, yet he didn't shed a single tear.
  Justin, on the other hand, shed many tears. That was okay. It was. I smiled at Justin and Stephen before the song eventually came to an end. Of course, Stephen was asleep in Justin's arms. Then, Justin put Stephen in his crib.

  I laid down, and Justin laid down beside me.

  I attacked him in kisses, and then I hugged him as I said,"Bieber, you always find some way to either put me in tears or make me love you even harder. I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you. Justin, I mean it. I'm so proud of you."

  Justin smiled, but he held me as he said,"I love you, too, Y/N. I love you, too."