Black-Present
Purple-Past(later in the relationship)
Blue-Past(earlier in the relationship)
Forget Memories..
I woke up, light blazed my eyes for what seemed like forever. 'what the hell's going on?' I looked around, realizing my surroundings now. I sat up, wincing. "What the--." I stared at the empty incubator, where my kid's suppose to be. I looked around the room, frantic. Card after card, flowers, balloons, stuffed animals. It crowded the hospital room, practically not leaving an inch of white left, on the walls. I buzzed in the nurse.
A portly woman, with curly, blonde hair, held back by a headband, walked in. She smiled,
Yes Mrs. Bieber?" Oh right, I'm married. "Where's my baby?" my voice, hoarse and dry, managed to escape my throat. Had I not been screaming in the last few hours, I wouldn't have this problem. "The baby is fine. She's in the nursery with her father." She smiled. 'It was a girl?' I nodded, slumping down further in the bed. "I'll send them in for you." Before I protested, she left. It's not that I didn't want to see the baby; I waited nine months and hours of labor. I waited long enough. I just didn't want to see Justin...
How do you tell someone you don't want to see them, when you still love them? How, when he doesn't even give the slightest bit of attention to you anymore? All he ever did was talk about work or the baby or something else. I felt like he forgot about me. I don't know how to make him see that, either. I do something nice, he does't notice. Every video girl or female singer he works with, gets prettier and more beautiful. To me, they do anyway. I'm twenty-four, not sixteen anymore. I shouldn't have to feel like I'm insecure. But it's not like he makes it any easy for me to do so.
"Look who's up. It's mommy." I looked over at the doorway, seeing the nurse let Justin and our daughter through. I looked down and looked away, slightly. I couldn't even look at him, it was so sad. It hurt. Seeing him hold her...He looked completely different from what I had to experience from him. He looked like he cared. Like he actually cared. "Dani, you were amazing, baby. Look at what we did." He gushed, rocking her. I looked over at the baby. And she was beautiful. Her eyes opened and I couldn't help but smile a little. She had his eyes..
He placed her in the incubator then sat next to me. I looked away, remaining quiet. "Dani? What is it, baby?" I said nothing. He tucked a peice of hair behind my ear, I moved away. I felt the warm sting of tears beginning to form at the brim of my eyes. I wanted him out of the room. "Dani?" I looked up, regretting it. He gasped to himself, as if I couldn't hear it. "Babe--?" "I want you out of here...Now." I spoke queitly but coldly. I turned my back facing him as I laid down again. It hurt as hell, just to even hear his voice, the greatest weakness I had...
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June 6th, 2010
Houston, Texas
Olive Garden
"Geez, it's freezing in here." I grabbed my sweater, flinging it over my shoulders. I was out of town, visiting my grandparents. It was my grandfather's birthday. I nudged my sister, laughing as grandpa tried to blow out the candles. He's sixty and lost most of his teeth already. "Babydolls, come help your old grandpa out." He called us babydolls because he said, when he held us, we looked like little babydolls. Dori and I were five years apart. I'm sixteen, she's twenty-one. We have a brother, but sadly, D'Andre was on the other side of the world at the moment. He loved helping people. Me and Dori walked over Grandpa's end of the table and helped him out. He kissed us both on the cheek, then grabbed the knife from the table. "Oh no you don't." My grandma took the knife from him and got up.
"Whenever you cut into anything, it's always uneven. I'll do it." She grabbed the cake and started cutting into it. "I'll be right back." I walked out the little private area and headed for the rest room. "Yo, I dare you to...Hola at that shawty, right there." I overheard a little conversation as I walked by. I shook my head, then kept walking. What a waste. Why do guys think that everything has to be a dare or a bet? As I came out the rest room, I ran smack dab into the guy. "Sorry about that." I nodded, then moved out of his way, "Wait." He grabbed my wrist, gently, turning me back around. I raised a brow, "I'm Justin." I smiled, well more like smirked. Of course, I knew who he was, but figured, why not entertain a bit? "I know, Bieber right? The name's Dani. Dani Antionette Jackson." I held out my hand, he took it. Well, that wet well. "I just wanted--."
"To hola at me? Yeah, I heard." He blushed a soft pink, and it kind of made me feel for him. "About that, I'm s--." "Sorry? Yeah, you should be." I smirked, folding my arms. "Can I finish my sentences, please?" He asked, a bit jokingly. I backed up, raising my hands. "Yes, I am sorry. But I just wanted to talk to you, not on a dare...I'm actually glad he dared me to." I smirked, shifting my weight on my feet. "Tomorrow is my last night here, and--" "Oh right, you do concerts." I joked. He rolled his eyes playfully, then flipped his hair from them. "Anyway, I was wondering if...Maybe, you'd like to go out?" I bit my lip, looking him up and down. I circled him, so he can see how it felt for a change. "Hmph...Tomorrow's my last night here, too." He looked confused. "That's another story, Bieber. But I'll do you this one favor."
I stopped a waitress who was walking pass the rest rooms and asked for her pen. I took his hand in mine, feeling the softness hit against my palm. I wrote my name and number down, telling him to pick my up at seven. "Show that to your friends, loverboy." I patted his shoulder and laughed. He smiled as I walked off, back to our area. I waved over at his friends and their mouths dropped as he came over with the number in his hand. I'll let him have that little moment, but he had to show face. I let him have that moment, because secretly, I wanted that date...
The Married Life 101: Story of A Superstar's Wife
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