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What happens when Charlotte Windsor gets a text from an Unknown Number and it turns out to be Justin Bieber?
•Started 16/03/2017
gomezgoods: justin doesn't deserve a peasant like char. He deserves a queen.
jdb94_: if he's happy then I am. Char hasn't done anything to make me hate her so yeah
grandesheart: I love this ❤️❤️❤️
Char and I had arrived early, waiting for Dean. We'd offered to help out with a certain task today; happily, of course.
Char slurped on my iced black coffee as Dean walked up to us holding the hand of one of the cutest little boys I've ever seen. I instantly started to smile as I looked at the innocent, joyful face of the child.
"Hey guys, thanks again for doing this. Are you sure it's okay?" Dean asked after reaching us.
Char propped up straight and smiled down at the kid.
"Are you kidding? I can't wait to spend the day with this cutie," Char said.
"Thanks," Dean exhaled, "the family is just all over the place. I totally spaced and forgot that Mason needed a sitter."
"It's no problem at all, buddy. Happy to do it," I assured him.
"Thanks, man," Dean said.
"So who exactly is this little fella?" I crouched down in front of the kid.
"This is my nephew, Mason. He's a real energetic one so... full warning: he will tire you out."
"Hey, Mason. How are you?" I gently tickled his side with my finger causing a squealing giggle and squirm from him.
"Tickles," he said while giggling.
"Mase, this is Justin and Charlotte. You're gonna spend the day with them, okay?" Dean kneeled down and straightened Mason's shirt while talking to him.
"Okay," Mason nodded enthusiastically.
"Be good, bud," Dean gently kissed Mason's forehead before standing up straight again.
"Thanks again, guys," Dean said. He looked tired and relieved. Being his mom's full-time caretaker is clearly taking a toll on his sleep patterns.
"No need to thank us," Char smiled warmly.
He nodded, "I'll see you guys again tonight. See you later, Mase," he said and returned to his car.
"So, Mason, I love your little soccer uniform," I said, gesturing to his mini uniform, "you excited to watch the game?" I asked, smiling so hard my cheeks ached.
"You gonna play?" Mason asked.
"That's right. You think I can do it?"
"Maybe," he giggled shyly.
I chuckled and picked him up in my arms, "Alright, we'll see."
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