< Chapter 92: He’s So… Sweet? >

♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

“Did I ever tell you that Phoebe is planning our baby shower?” Jamie mumbled against my chest as I cuddled with her on the couch, Ryan texting away at his phone, claiming that Allison was coming over soon.

“Is she really?” I smiled, stroking her hair to the side and planting a kiss to her cheek.

“Yeah,” she sighed happily, and I ran my hands up and down her arms soothingly.

“Hey Jamie,” Ryan looked up at us, “Did your parents go upstairs?”

Jamie blinked, a confused expression taking over. “Yeah, why?”

“Allison wants me to ask Jade if her mom can borrow her vacuum. One of her cousins broke theirs,” he chuckled.

“How can someone break a vacuum?” I laughed, throwing my head back on the couch.

“Ask Allison’s cousin,” Ryan winked before standing up and leaving upstairs. I looked back at Jamie, whose chin was resting on my chest, her eyes locked on mine.

“When’s the baby shower?” I whispered, my breathing patterns alternating at how gorgeous she looked without even trying.

Jamie closed her eyes, her smile widening before opening them again and trailing her fingers up my stomach.

“Phoebe’s been planning hardcore. I think she really wants it to happen next week,” she giggled.

“Next week?! That’s some pretty darn fast planning there,” I laughed before looking back at her. “I’ll make sure to call or text her tonight and let her know that I’ll pay for every single dime needed for this baby shower and I don’t give two shits about how much it costs, she can go all out on this. I really, really want you to enjoy this.”

Jamie bit her lip, taking in what I just told her. “Justin… We don’t have to waste so much money on a baby shower, I mean if-”

“-Shh,” I placed my index finger on her lips to hush her up. “We’re not having this conversation again. I still remember all the times we went to the movies or had dinner when we were as young as 15, and you’d always want to pay for things and I never let you. I think you seem to be forgetting that I’m Justin Bieber.. You know… World’s biggest popstar?” I chuckled.

She let out a soft laugh and I took it as an opportunity to kiss her nose.

“Thank you,” she whispered sincerely.

“Anything for you, babe.”

“No,” she quickly added. “I’m not just saying thank you for this, I’m saying thank you to everything. You’ve done so much for me without even realizing it and… I just want to simply thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“Baby, y-”

“-No, lemme finish,” she interrupted again. “I know sometimes you have those moments where you think you’re not doing enough or that you’re a terrible father because you’re not there for me when you go off to do concerts and business stuff like that but.. You’re doing an awesome job, which makes me feel so good about this baby because I know I can count on you. When I first found out that I’m pregnant, I was scared. I was scared that we rushed our relationship from best friends to lovers too quickly and I thought this baby was going to scare you away and that you’d think having sex the first time was the biggest mistake of your life and career. B-”

“-Wait,” this time I was the one to interrupt. “I just have to make sure you understand clearly that, that’s the opposite of how I feel. I do not—I repeat—do not regret having sex with you. The first time, the second time, the third time, however many times we did it.”

Jamie covered her mouth with both hands and burst out laughing, finding it funny that we really did have sex more times than we could even count.

“God, Jamie… I love you. Fuck, I love you, I love you, I love you, oh my god, I love you way too much and I’m starting to think I’m not normal. But you know what?” I rested my hand at the nape of her neck, stroking the skin with my thumb lightly.

“What?” her voice was shaking and I could instantly sense the happy tears that were threatening to be released from her eyes.

“Normal’s overrated,” I whispered, our lips hovering as I gave her a light push towards me so that we were now sharing a slow, passionate kiss. The entire living room was quiet, the only sounds echoing around were kissing noises escaping from the smacking of our lips.

♥ Jamie’s POV: ♥ 

After a couple of minutes, I pulled away breathlessly, gasping for air as my arms remained wrapped around Justin’s neck.

“Just for the record,” I mumbled, “I love you too, but you already know that.”

Justin’s laugh rang heavenly bells in my head and butterflies swarmed my stomach at the beautiful sound.

“I do know that,” he smiled, pecking my lips before I rested my head back onto his chest, staring at the currently muted television. There were commercials displaying within the screen and I watched mindlessly before a certain one caught my attention.

It was a commercial for some sort of jewelry store and it showed an actress in a beautiful, long and white wedding dress looking at herself in the mirror, admiring how her styled hair looked with her gorgeous dress, awaiting the magical day in front of her. My heart began beating fast and I was reminded about the whole will Justin and I ever get married question inside my head.

I let out somewhat of a sad sigh before sinking deeper into Justin’s chest, watching the commercial carry on as the bride was shown on the wedding day.

“You know,” Justin’s voice whispered at my ear, practically scaring me out of how close his lips were to my ear. “I can’t wait to see you in a dress as beautiful as that one. Daniel in a tuxedo will be the funniest sight in the world, but I can’t wait to see him dressed up in one, walking you down the aisle as he hands you over into my care.”

Despite how hilarious it was when he calls my father Daniel, his words sent shivers down my spine and, if I wasn’t surprised enough, I felt his lips come into contact with my shoulder as he left open mouthed kisses on my skin.

Then I froze.

Did he just admit that one day he wants to marry me?

Oh my god, he did.

I mean, I’m pretty sure he did.

Justin wants to marry me?!

Aww, I finally got some sort of clue about what he’s thinking is the future for us.

“You’ll be…” he trailed off, his breath on my neck, “Mrs. Bieber.”

My cheeks heated at his words as I found the pronunciation of the words extremely sexy.

“Y-You really think so?” I stuttered, inwardly slapping myself immediately after I said it.

The way his voice sounded completely changed from seductive into a possessive, overprotective one. “You’re mine,” he stated, as if it was a fact that no one could prove wrong. “No one else can have you.”

My entire body became heated and there was fast pumping in my heart, butterflies still swarming around my stomach.

He’s so… sweet.

Before I could open my mouth to say something back, the doorbell rang and Justin pulled away from me. I sighed in relief, my breathing patterns finally beginning to return to normal as he wasn’t so close to me anymore.

“I’ll get it,” he mumbled to me before maneuvering his way out of our little cuddle segment and standing up, strolling towards the front door. I watched him as he grabbed the knob, turning it and pulling the door open, his eyes looking up at the person outside, turning wide in a matter of seconds. He completely froze, gaping at the person in utter shock.

I sat up, immediately sensing there was something wrong.

“Justin?” a familiar voice called out to him, my view of the person completely blocked as I sat on the couch. I quickly picked up my crutches from the ground and stood up, determined to see who this person was.

Justin’s grip at the doorknob tightened and his jaw locked tight. The brown in his eyes faded as complete anger rushed to his body, the veins in his arms pumping violently as he shot the person a death glare.

“Nathan,” he growled, and my heart stopped as soon as I heard the name. My eyes finally got a view at my front porch and I bit my lip nervously, the sight of him making my heart cringe.

“I see you’re back,” Nathan commented, awkwardly stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

“Same goes for you,” Justin scowled, squeezing the doorknob even harder, making me scared he was going to break it. “You want to know what the only difference is?”

Nathan narrowed his eyes at him. “What?”

Taking a step closer, Justin shot Nathan another glare. “Unlike me, you’re not welcome here,” he spat in his face, their bodies so close to each other that I could just feel them exchanging anger.

“Bro, I know you n-”

“-Don’t,” Justin interrupted, “call me your bro.”

Nathan rolled his eyes. “Justin, I know you never really liked me. I could see why you weren’t so fond of the thought of me being around, specially near Jamie, but I can promise you I will never hurt her again.”

“Hell yeah you won’t. Wanna know why? ‘Cause you’re going to stay away from her. She doesn’t like you, she doesn’t love you, she doesn’t want to see you and she doesn’t want anything to do with you. So it’s best if you leave before I rearrange parts of both your face and your dick.. If you even have a dick,” Justin merely chuckled, flaring his nose furiously.

“You’re asking me if I have a dick? Heads up, man… People out there are pretty convinced you’re a girl,” Nathan smirked, standing tall in an attempt to show Justin that he’s not scared of him. “You better watch out, ‘cause this dick can easily get into Jamie’s pants.”

In the blink of an eye, Justin grabbed Nathan’s shirt and violently tackled him to the ground. I gasped, knowing this wasn’t going to end well at all.

“Fuck you!” Justin yelled, throwing a hard punch across Nathan’s right cheek. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You know Jamie’s moved on, you know you don’t stand a chance with her, and you know she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby and you have the motherfucking nerve to come back here and almost fucking rape her?”

Nathan pushed at Justin’s chest, trying roughly to get him off of him but failing epically.

“This one’s for hurting Jamie in the past,” Justin screamed, punching Nathan’s left cheek this time. “This one’s for coming back and trying to fucking hurt her, for shit’s sake,” he threw a harder punch at his right cheek again, successfully hitting the previous spot so that it hurt worse than before.

Nathan doubled over in pain, groaning loudly in unbearable misery.

Justin’s voice lowered, smirking bitterly at Nathan. “This one’s for being a faggot,” he whispered, moving down and punching harder at his stomach. Nathan’s eyes shot open and he screamed in pain, the sound piercing at my ears making tears stream down my face.

“Okay,” I sniffled, “Okay Justin, I think that’s enough.”

But Justin didn’t listen to me. He grabbed the hem of Nathan’s shirt once again, raising him slightly only to pin him harshly to the ground.

“And this one,” he breathed, “This one’s for hurting Jamie a second time, one I couldn’t fucking save her from because I was on tour,” he growled, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the last punch. My stomach dropped at the shrieking sound Nathan made and my eyes shot open just as Justin punched Nathan at his jaw.

Leaning over, Justin made sure Nathan could hear him as he whispered at his ear. “Not only do you not have a dick, but you don’t even have the balls to fight back.”

“Whoa, what’s going on?”

I snapped my head over to see my dad at the top of the stairs, Ryan right behind him as they stared horrendously at the scene that had just unfolded in front of me.

“Justin!” Dad yelled, “Stop it, he’s already bleeding!”

Justin raised his fist to throw yet another punch but Dad grabbed him before he could lay another finger at Nathan, pushing him away strictly.

That’s when I noticed how much blood Nathan was actually covered in. My stomach began feeling queasy and my lips began to tremble, my entire body going numb. I lost my balance and, before I could hit the floor, I felt Ryan grab me from behind.

“Hey, you okay?” he whispered in concern.

I barely even nodded my head before looking over at my father, who had Justin cornered so he wouldn’t try to hurt Nathan even further. Then Dad pulled out his phone, probably to call an ambulance.

“Justin,” I whispered, covering my mouth with both hands. “Justin, what have you done?”

Justin’s chest fell and rose violently as he tried to calm himself down, closing his eyes in the process.

Nathan spat out blood, coughing tremendously before looking over at Justin, hate flashing in his orbs. Justin opened his eyes again and the two boys locked hateful gazes with each other.

“You…” Nathan coughed. “I swear, you will pay for this.”

Justin breathed in and out, his mouth gaped open at the damage he had caused.

“I’ll make you pay, Bieber,” Nathan laughed bitterly. “I promise.”

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I’m pretty sure this was the fighting scene you guys were all secretly waiting for. But, hmm, do you think Nathan will keep his little promise? What about the thought of that #Jastin wedding?

What’d you guys think? O_o

- Nina xx