Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine #11

Y/N's Point Of View...
Today has been the worst day in the entire world. Not just the day you say is like that, the day that really is the worst. Not only did my boss fire me for "not working hard enough" when in reality, I denied his offer to sleep with him or even do anything with him and he didn't like that. Buuuttt it gets worse. Then I found out that I could more than like not give my loving husband, the one thing he has ever wanted. A child. I had a doctors appointment earlier today and they told me my egg count was low and I was "basically infernal". The 2 biggest blows I could've took and they happened in the same day. I know Justin will just tell me not to worry about my job because he wanted to take care of me and he didn't want me to do anything so I wasn't worried about that. I was just worried what he would do when I told him I might not ever be able to give him a child. I was currently sitting in the middle of the kitchen leaning against the counter. I had came home and stripped from all my clothes and just pulled on some panties and one of Justin's tshirts. My face was swollen and red but I couldn't be bothered to care. "Baby! I'm home!" I heard Justin's cheerful voice bound through the house. I wanted to cry even more because I know he would make a great dad. A fantastic one. When Justin walked into the kitchen and saw me, me facial expression changes from ecstatic to worried in .2 seconds. "Baby...what's wrong?" He stepped closer but I put my hands up. "Wait Jay.." He looked hurt but stopped movie closer to me. "Don't hate me Justin, please." I sobbed. "Y/N, what's going on? Just tell me, whatever it is we can get through it." I gave in and collapsed in his arms and cried. He rubbed my back and kissed my head. He picked me up and took me to the living room, sitting down with me on his lap. Once I calmed down, I looked at him sadly. "Jay, I'm so sorry." Justin rubbed my back and urged me to keep talking. "Well you know how I had a doctors appointment today?" I said sniffling, he nodded his head, an even more worried expression coming over his face. I looked down at lap and fiddled with my fingers. "Justin, they told me..um" I cleared my throat trying to talk clearly. "They told me I may not be able to h-have kid-ds. They said that I'm b-basically inf-fur-furtal." I balled and Justin rubbed my back. "Baby girl, it's okay. We can figure something out, I promise. We can adopt..or we can just keep trying." I shook my head. "Justin, I can't g-give you the on-ne this yo-u-u've ever wanted. I c-can't do t-the one thing-g a wom-men is supposed to g-give her husband." I grabbed onto Justin's shirt and sobbed into his neck. "Baby, just because you can't give me a child, doesn't mean I don't love you. There are other options, baby girl. Well do everything we can." I hugged his neck. "So you still love me?" Justin shot his head back and looked at me. "Of course I do, I could never stop loving you. Ever." He kissed my lips tenderly and pulled me back into a hug. He rubbed my back kissed me softly on the shoulder. Justin held me until I calmed down and then he helped me up. "Let's just call in Chinese tonight baby girl." I nodded and Justin called in our usual orders at our favorite Chinese place. I told Justin about me getting fired and he laughed cause my boss was "such a fag" as Justin said. Me and Justin sat on the couch eating Chinese and watching Grey's Anatomy (aka my favorite show of all time.) Maybe this news isn't the worst. Sure it wasn't great but me and Justin could work through this.