Trust Issues [Justin Bieber Love Story]

Chapter 46

Hey! :) 

So this chapter jumps around a bit and is sort of random but the story is finishing in a few chapters so I'm trying to wrap it all up. Enjoy :)  

-Sasha-

Over the years I’ve had many opinions on the word ‘change.’

I used to hate it last year. Whenever change came around it would always mean that somebody was leaving me again. I was scared of the word; I never liked the sound of it.

When I found out I was pregnant, I began to like change again. Change had become something different. Change meant Justin helping me with my trust issues and also falling for the one I hate most.

And as of yesterday I hated change once again. My life was perfect the last few days and then my mind began to wonder. So now here we are, back at the doctor’s that I have come to hate.

We were here too much.

The light blue washed walls had become too familiar. The potted plant always sat still, lifeless in the corner of the waiting room. The same two year old fashion magazines rested on the wooden coffee table and the same old secretary sat by the front desk, her glasses sliding down her nose.

“Miss Skies?”

I jumped to attention at the sound of my name being called by the doctor. He walked towards us in a bee line, trying to avoid bumping into anyone.

“No need to worry,” he smiled. “Your baby is perfectly fine. You’re not the first one to come in worrying about this, although I’m glad you did just to be sure.”

Justin’s hand found mine and gave it a comforting squeeze. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you so much for you time.”

“Wasn’t a problem.” He held out his hand to shake mine.

I took his hand firmly and shook it.

“Will I be seeing you anytime soon?” He asked me, flipping back to the first page of his clipboard.

“I should hope not.” I laughed. “Bye doc.”

And I was hoping to keep that promise for a few months. I didn’t want to come back here at all.

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-8 months later-

-Justin-

“Your hair is getting so long Sasha.” My arms pulled her into me, attacking her neck with kisses.

“S-S-Stop! J-Justin P-Please Stop!” She managed to say in between breaths.

I was now both tickling her side and tickling her neck with my kisses. She loved it but she couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds. I loved doing this though; her real smile would show even if she was in a bad mood.

I finally stopped and stepped away from her smirking and she crossed her arms, frowning at me.

“You are one evil boy Mr Bieber.”

“Am I? Am I Really?”

She nodded, poking out her tongue. She turned in one fluid movement, her long hair flicking back behind her. She stood there, waiting for an apology. She wasn’t really mad though, it had become a game.

“Are you mad at me Sasha...?” I spoke slowly, moving closer to her.

Her head bounced in a nod, not daring to look back at me.

“Do you want me to say sorry, Sasha...?”

Once again, she nodded.

I stood so close to her now I was breathing on her neck. I watched as she tried and failed to keep her breaths even.