< Chapter 4: The Guest Room >

♥ Jamie's POV: ♥

I woke up with the strange feeling of nausea. The look of Justin's peaceful, sleeping figure next to me relaxed me a bit but I slid off the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Brushing my teeth thoroughly, I held my hurting stomach.

"Shit.." I murmured, feeling a headache come on. This is the pregnancy kicking in. I lean down to the toilet and feel the disgusting rush of vomit spitting out of my mouth. I then lean my body on the wall and curse under my breath once more. Looks like I have to brush my teeth a second time.

Morning sickness is not great.

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"Hey babe," Justin sleepily walked downstairs. I was cooking up some oatmeal for the both of us and was in a very irritable mood if I do must say so myself.

"Hi.." I growled, angrily serving spoonfuls of oatmeal on a bowl. I took pills to calm the damn headache but it hasn't taken effect yet and I was still feeling cranky. I didn't want to be mean, but I'm pregnant here!

"You okay?" he asked, sounding unfocused yet still concerned. Knowing him for so long, I know how he is in the morning.

"Oh NO, everything is just FANTASTIC!" I said sarcastically. I grabbed both bowls and set them on the kitchen table for us to eat. Justin looked more lively and awake as he walked towards me. I guess my small ranting woke him up.

"C'mon, tell me what's wrong," he pleaded, wrapping his arms around me from the back and resting his head on my shoulder.

Oh I'll TELL you what's wrong, mister. I'll tell you real good!

Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just a bit irritated with hormones.

"It's nothing, eat your oatmeal," I said, pushing him off me and sitting down. A hurt look crossed his face before he shook it off and sat in front of me. His sad expression hit me in the gut and I felt completely bad for my actions. Even if it was the hormones talking.

"I'm sorry.." I began, releasing my grip on the spoon.

"Hey, it's okay. Just tell me what's bothering you," he asked, holding my hand in his.

On one hand, it's harder than I thought to tell him. I don't know what he would think of me and if it'll affect our friendship. But on the other hand, our friendship is already deeply affected the minute I admitted to him that I love him. Also, this baby I'm carrying is his and he has every right to know about him/her. After all, I can't do this without him. He's my baby daddy.

"It's just-... I'm... I'm pr-" my voice was interrupted by the sound of Justin's phone ringing out his ringtone, which just happened to be a playback of 'Boyfriend'.

He looked at me apologetically and stood up to answer the phone. I quietly ate my oatmeal, relieved my angry mood had vanished. But I couldn't help but wonder who was calling. So I leaned forward a little and eavesdropped on Justin who was answering the call in the living room.

"Hello?" I heard his sexy voice say. "Hi Scooter.. Yup, just eating breakfast. No way, how much?!? That is CRAZY! Right, thanks man. Say hi to her for me. Ok, bye bon'appetite," he spoke in pauses. I leaned back in my seat and acted like I wasn't hearing anything. But I was curious as Justin showed up in the kitchen, taking back his seat with a wide smile.

"What happened?" I asked, taking a spoonful of oatmeal.

"Guess what?!" he asked excitedly. It was at least great to see him smiling again.

"You finally got that teddy bear you wanted?" I grinned and Justin's face fell.

"I was 3!" he whined.

"Just tell me the news," I laughed, losing interest in the food I was eating.

"Ok. You know the music video I shot before coming here?"

"Of course, 'As Long As You Love Me'. You're here because Scooter gave you a break after the hard work, am I right?" I asked for clarification.

"Correcto! Well, Scooter just made a quick call to tell me it already has over 2 million views and it was just recently posted!!" he cheered. My eyes widened and I screamed, jumping into his arms. He hugged back and twirled me around.

"Congratulations!!" I screamed, pulling back from the hug and giving him a passionate kiss on his perfect, moist lips.

"Thank you," he grinned, putting me down. "We should celebrate."

I blinked a couple of times, staring at his gorgeous lit eyes. At the time, I completely forgot I was on a mission to tell him about the pregnancy.

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"You doofus, what the hell are you doing?" I laughed at Justin, who had appeared in front of me disguised as a hobo. We decided (well, more like Justin did) that we should go out somewhere to celebrate how well his music video is doing on its first days. He said he was going off to change into something nice and came back looking like he has no home.

"Well I can't go out there looking like Justin Bieber, I'm sure to get recognized," he pointed out.

"Doesn't mean you have to be homeless," I giggled, pecking his lips.

"Haha, okay I'll change. Love you," he said. Why is he telling me how much he loves me so constantly when he hasn't even done any crap to break up with Selena? I mean, I love them both but if I'm going to date Justin, can't he be mine only? Okay, now I'm starting to sound selfish even though I'm still concerned about my friendship with Selena after she finds out everything.

"And I'll love you when you're you again, now go change!" I shooed him, chuckling a bit. I, myself, was ready to go except I had to switch earrings. I jogged upstairs to my room when I came across a door I see everyday, but haven't been on the other side of in a while.

I stopped in my tracks and faced the door. There are a total of 5 guest rooms in my house. There's one right next to my room - the one I'm currently facing - and it's the smallest one. Curiously, I open the door and stepped inside. There was a small bed by the window and the room was a color scheme of red. Vivid red were the curtains, a dark red decorated the bed's quilt and pillows, there was a small red desk and another one holding up a television. Finally, a red dresser in which I was sure couldn't be holding much clothing, sat opposite from the doorway. It's simple yet nice. I've always liked it. Stepping inside, a strange thought crossed my head.

This can be the baby's room.

We can redecorate it completely and replace the bed with a baby crib. It shouldn't be too harmful.. Actually, it's pretty convenient. It may be the smallest guest room but it sure is big enough for everything a baby needs. Plus, it's right next to my room so I'll feel more confident instead of having it far from me and a baby monitor. Yeah, that all sounds great.

As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke...

My ringtone began ringing rather loudly, interrupting all my thoughts.

As long as you love me, I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold... As long as you l-

I answered my phone and pressed the device to my ear. "Hello?" I said.

"How'd he take it?" Phoebe's voice circled my ear.

"Take? Take what? Who?"

She sighed in annoyance. "Jamie!! You haven't told Justin yet?!"

Gulp. So that's what she meant. "N-no.."

"Jamie, what are you waiting for?! Weren't you the one that told me he was only staying for 2 nights? HELLO! Do the math! You two had sex the first night and last night was the, well... Last. Isn't he leaving TODAY?!"

My eyes widened. Crap, crappity crap crap, she's right! Justin's leaving and I have to tell him about his baby. I have to!

"Shit, Phoebe, you have a point! Thanks for reminding me, I COMPLETELY forgot! Oh my goodness, what am I gonna do?!" I panicked.

"2 words. Tell. Him," she spoke sternly. Ugh.. As if it was that easy! It's not like I can go 'Hey Justin, I know we've been best friends forever but I'm pregnant with your child!' Many things are wrong with that, you know!

"I will, I will," I promised, before hearing Justin's voice calling me. "Phoebe, gotta go. You-know-who is calling me."

"Good luck. Want me to be there when you tell him?" she offered again.

"I think, for today, I'll manage. Thanks anyway! Bye."

"Bye and DON'T forget!"

Those were her last words before I hung up and went to meet up with the sex god. I figured the earrings can manage without the switching.

"What do you think?" Justin asked me, playfully twirling around in his new outfit. My jaw dropped open and I stared at him, my eyes scanning his entire body. He was dressed in a sexy white shirt with a thin, black sweater over it. Followed by black jeans (that fit him quite well), he was wearing a black beanie in a lame attempt to disguise himself but still BE himself. Finally, he was in shiny, black Supras.

"Y-you look..." I began, unable to speak properly.

"Sexy?" he asked, approaching me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Very," I smirked, playing with the bit of hair that poked out of his beanie.

"You look quite sexy yourself in your little tank top," he grinned seductively, pecking my lips.

"That was a lame kiss," I complained, pulling him in and kissing him harshly, but lovingly. Like I really meant it when I tell him I love him. He kissed back with a strong desire and then pulled back to breathe.

"W-we should get going," he said, out of breath. I unconsciously frowned and walked away from his embrace. "Umm.. Did I say something wrong?"

I could feel Justin following after me. I turned around and gave him a look of sorrow. "I forgot you're leaving today.. I don't want you to go - I just confessed my feelings for you and found out you like me back and now you're leaving me?" I explained, in the verge of tears.

"Hey now, I don't 'like' you back, I LOVE you back. And I'm not leaving you, I promise I'll be back. I just have a couple of concerts. I'll only be gone for about 2 weeks before I come back and I'm all yours for a week," he said.

"Only one week?" I spoke quietly.

"I might have an interview, but just one or two and I'm yours again. Plus, I can break up with Selena while I'm gone for the first 2 weeks," he promised.

"The first 2 weeks? There's more?"

"What I meant was the 2 weeks I'll be gone in starting tomorrow," he corrected himself. I stared at him for a while and managed a light smile. Even if I had to put up with 2 weeks without him, it could be worse. I mean, it's not like I haven't been used to it by now. Except this time, I'm pregnant.

"Okay.. Just.. Don't forget me," I smiled. That's what I always told him when he visits and then has to leave to resume his job as a musician and thief of millions of teenage girl's hearts - including me. I've always been his biggest fan. I 100% supported him when he was still that little kid under the YouTube name of 'kidrauhl' and I'm never giving up on him. Even if it gets rough.

"I'll never allow myself to do that. Remember we can still call each other, text, Skype, you name it," he reminded me. "So are we good now?"

"I hope so," I grinned, pinching his cheek.

"I love you," he said. And my answer to that will always be what it's always been.

"I love you, too."

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Another pic of Justin and Jamie on the side :3