You’re snuggled up on the couch, practically cocooned in a blanket while watching some random TV-show you found. Giggling to yourself at something from the TV, you pull the blanket up to your chin. The sounds from the TV is the only sound in the living room, but you can vaguely hear the shower running from the bathroom upstairs.
The thought of Justin singing at the top of his lungs fills your mind and you can’t help but smile. He truly is adorable.
You are currently about eight and a half months pregnant with Justin and yours first baby. Justin has been there practically every minute through the pregnancy. If he isn’t able to be there in person, he’ll call or send you a text every other hour to check up on you.
Suddenly, you are pulled away from your thoughts about your loving boyfriend as a tingling feeling spreads through your lower abdomen. You smile, stroking your stomach as you feel your baby kick. Almost from the start, you and Justin had agreed to keep the sex of the baby a secret, and Justin is basically bouncing to find out.
Another flutter like movement spreads through your lower stomach and you wince, feeling a rather strong kick this time. You think nothing of it and turn your now slightly lowered attention back to the TV. Nothing happens for the next ten minutes and you’re grateful, but to your displeasure - it didn’t last very long.
When another strong pain spreads like wildfire through your abdomen and you suddenly feel like you just went to the toilet, you know exactly what is going on. Unwrapping yourself from the comfort of the blanket, you scoot slightly away from your place. You can’t help but groan at the wet spot on the couch, but when you feel your baby kick again - it’s the last thing on your mind.
“Justin?” No answer.
“Justin?” You call out, desperately hoping he will be out of the shower.
“Yeah, babe?” Justin yells back and you hear him shuffling around upstairs. You smile briefly before pulling yourself back together.
“Could you come down here, please?”
It doesn’t take long before you hear Justin slam a door shut and then he is basically skipping happily down the stairs. He smiles widely at you, completely oblivious to your current state. You return his grin with a weak smile and Justin’s brows furrow immediately.
“Something wrong?” He questions suspiciously, walking closer. You watch as his mocha eyes widened when he’s close enough and when he lifts his chin to look at you again, you send him an innocent smile.
“I’m in labor?” You state, but it comes out sounding like a question.
—–
“Just keep breathing, baby. Just like they taught us.” Justin says softly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“I-I’m scared, Justin.” You whisper, taking in a sharp breath. His expression softens slightly and he brings your intertwined hands up to his face and press a small, soft kiss on your skin. He nuzzles it with his nose before bringing it back down to rest on the bed.
“I know, beautiful. I’m scared too, but you have to stay strong, okay? The doctor said you need to stay calm for the baby. You have to calm your breathing. Breathe with me.” He encourages and takes a deep breath, waiting for you to follow suit.
You try your best to follow Justin’s simple instructions, but it is way easier said than done. You are scared, in pain and purely excited about meeting your first baby, and from Justin’s earsplitting grin - you can tell he feels the same way. Of course, he says he’s happy with either.
You’re pulled back from your thoughts when Justin pushes his chair back and stands up. You watch his every move as he steps closer to your hospital bed, taking your hand in his again. He leans down and pushes some pieces of hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your temple.
“You need to calm down, Y/N. Just breathe slowly; deep breaths. It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Justin whispers into your ear, continuing to play with your hair.
—-
“How much longer will it take?” You hear Justin ask just as you’re waking up from a little nap you managed to sneak in.
“We don’t know, Justin. She’s at a six now, so four more to go. Time will tell.” The doctor answers and you hear Justin sigh quietly.
“I just… I hate seeing her in so much pain, you know? And I want her to stay calm, but it’s hard. I just want the both of them to be okay.”
“I know, Mr. Bieber and we will do everything we can to help her.” The doctor replies and then a few seconds later you hear the door to your room close shut.
Before you can stop it or even comprehend it, a small sob escapes your mouth and Justin is by your side in an instant. He looks at you worriedly and takes your hand once again.
“Shh, it’ll be okay. Everything’s gonna be fine, beautiful. Just keep breathing and think of how beautiful our baby will be when it’s born. I’m gonna be here every single step of the way.” Justin promises and leans down to catch your lips with his own.
The thought of Justin singing at the top of his lungs fills your mind and you can’t help but smile. He truly is adorable.
You are currently about eight and a half months pregnant with Justin and yours first baby. Justin has been there practically every minute through the pregnancy. If he isn’t able to be there in person, he’ll call or send you a text every other hour to check up on you.
Suddenly, you are pulled away from your thoughts about your loving boyfriend as a tingling feeling spreads through your lower abdomen. You smile, stroking your stomach as you feel your baby kick. Almost from the start, you and Justin had agreed to keep the sex of the baby a secret, and Justin is basically bouncing to find out.
Another flutter like movement spreads through your lower stomach and you wince, feeling a rather strong kick this time. You think nothing of it and turn your now slightly lowered attention back to the TV. Nothing happens for the next ten minutes and you’re grateful, but to your displeasure - it didn’t last very long.
When another strong pain spreads like wildfire through your abdomen and you suddenly feel like you just went to the toilet, you know exactly what is going on. Unwrapping yourself from the comfort of the blanket, you scoot slightly away from your place. You can’t help but groan at the wet spot on the couch, but when you feel your baby kick again - it’s the last thing on your mind.
“Justin?” No answer.
“Justin?” You call out, desperately hoping he will be out of the shower.
“Yeah, babe?” Justin yells back and you hear him shuffling around upstairs. You smile briefly before pulling yourself back together.
“Could you come down here, please?”
It doesn’t take long before you hear Justin slam a door shut and then he is basically skipping happily down the stairs. He smiles widely at you, completely oblivious to your current state. You return his grin with a weak smile and Justin’s brows furrow immediately.
“Something wrong?” He questions suspiciously, walking closer. You watch as his mocha eyes widened when he’s close enough and when he lifts his chin to look at you again, you send him an innocent smile.
“I’m in labor?” You state, but it comes out sounding like a question.
—–
“Just keep breathing, baby. Just like they taught us.” Justin says softly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“I-I’m scared, Justin.” You whisper, taking in a sharp breath. His expression softens slightly and he brings your intertwined hands up to his face and press a small, soft kiss on your skin. He nuzzles it with his nose before bringing it back down to rest on the bed.
“I know, beautiful. I’m scared too, but you have to stay strong, okay? The doctor said you need to stay calm for the baby. You have to calm your breathing. Breathe with me.” He encourages and takes a deep breath, waiting for you to follow suit.
You try your best to follow Justin’s simple instructions, but it is way easier said than done. You are scared, in pain and purely excited about meeting your first baby, and from Justin’s earsplitting grin - you can tell he feels the same way. Of course, he says he’s happy with either.
You’re pulled back from your thoughts when Justin pushes his chair back and stands up. You watch his every move as he steps closer to your hospital bed, taking your hand in his again. He leans down and pushes some pieces of hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your temple.
“You need to calm down, Y/N. Just breathe slowly; deep breaths. It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Justin whispers into your ear, continuing to play with your hair.
—-
“How much longer will it take?” You hear Justin ask just as you’re waking up from a little nap you managed to sneak in.
“We don’t know, Justin. She’s at a six now, so four more to go. Time will tell.” The doctor answers and you hear Justin sigh quietly.
“I just… I hate seeing her in so much pain, you know? And I want her to stay calm, but it’s hard. I just want the both of them to be okay.”
“I know, Mr. Bieber and we will do everything we can to help her.” The doctor replies and then a few seconds later you hear the door to your room close shut.
Before you can stop it or even comprehend it, a small sob escapes your mouth and Justin is by your side in an instant. He looks at you worriedly and takes your hand once again.
“Shh, it’ll be okay. Everything’s gonna be fine, beautiful. Just keep breathing and think of how beautiful our baby will be when it’s born. I’m gonna be here every single step of the way.” Justin promises and leans down to catch your lips with his own.
