Justin Bieber Imagines

You become a Teen Mom 2

"And you're sure you're feeling okay?" Justin asked, full concern in his face and voice like always.

After the whole fight with my parents, I really did get out just like they wanted me to. Justin took me to his hotel, I cried for a month over them because of how much I missed them and how much I regret disappointing them. It was hard on me, and extremely hard on Justin to see me so upset for so long and he wasn't able to take the pain away.

Justin and I were staying in a hotel for a little while until tour starts back up again and then we'd be rolling around in a tour bus.

"I'm fine, Jay, really," I assure him, nodding as I sit down. I had no baby bump because I was only a month and a little bit in, so it wasn't all that bad.

Lately I was getting a lot of morning sickness which was the worst simply because I hated being sick like that. I despised it, there's nothing more gross in the world than throwing up.

"I just wanna make sure, baby," he smiled, pecking my lips a couple of times. He sat down next to me, patting his lap for me to put my legs on his.

Justin gave amazing foot massages, although the hated feet, but he knew I loved them, so he did them anyways.

Best boyfriend ever.

"You're so good to me," I smile, leaning forward to peck his lips, surprising Justin that I had some flexibility that he didn't wanna even try in bed because he thought it would hurt me.

"Damn," he sighed. "Why didn't I bend you over like that?"

I chuckled, smacking his arm gently before looking back at the TV to turn it on.

"Are you leaving soon?" I asked, looking back at him. He gave me a pout, nodding his head, digging deeper into the bottom of my foot, making me smile in appreciation.

"In an hour, I asked Scooter to let me come in later so I could spend a little bit of time with you," he smiled, his smile was too cute.

"How sweet of you," I giggle, taking my feet off of his lap and replacing the void with my head. I never cared if Justin ran his hands through my hair after he gave me foot massages because well, I know where my feet have been.

Justin slowly massaged my scalp while I stared intensely at the commercials that were running through the screen. I always took this time to think about things cause moments like these happen very often between us.

"What're you thinking about, princess?" he whispered, leaning forward to peck the side of my forehead.

"Just about everything that has happened," I say, sitting up a bit to be able to face Justin. He nods his head, preparing for what usually happens when I begin to bring this up, but I think I ran out of tears to cry. (A/N no tears left to cry hahaahahhaahah)

"I get it, babe. You should call your parents sometime though. Maybe they're waiting for you to call them," he suggests, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

I shrug my shoulders, about to lay down once more but to hear a knock at the door.

"Did you order room service, babe?" I whisper. Justin furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head, before tapping my shoulder a bit to let me know that I needed to get up.

"I'll get the door, stay here, okay?" He says, getting up and walking towards the door. My heart melted at how protective he was, it made me happy.

He opened the door to reveal the two most important people in my life standing there, with their faces worried.

"Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N," Justin mumbled. My mom took a step forward engulfing Justin in a hug before pulling away and seeing me sitting on the couch. I couldn't even move because I couldn't believe they were even here.

"Y/N," she said, running towards me and pulling me into her. I immediately hugged back, knowing I missed her way too much to even stay angry at her for kicking me out.

After what seemed like a long time, we both pulled away, her running her hand through my hair, placing a peck on my forehead.

"I missed you so much, sweetheart, I'm sorry," she cried, pulling me in for another hug. "We were just so angry at you two. At 17, you should be enjoying life as a kid before going into adulthood, sweetie. Not taking care of a baby."

I nodded my head, everything she was saying was logical and something that I had already been told long before.

**Justin's P.O.V.**

I looked at Y/N and her mom talking again, which made me smile. I was just as surprised as she was when I saw them standing in the doorway.

"How has she been feeling?" Her father spoke up, breaking the silence between us. I quickly turned to look at him nodding my head and leading him towards the kitchen area so he could sit down.

"Morning sickness is an everyday thing, but overall it's been okay. She really missed you guys," I say, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge and handing it to him, opened and everything.

"We missed her so much," he breathed, taking a sip out of the water bottle, and placing it onto the table, looking up at me. "We missed you too, Justin. We're sorry to have been so hard on you."

I nodded my head, careful not to say anything else. I've been holding a grudge over them, not only for what they said about me, but for hurting Y/N as much as they did, with kicking her out and going a month without speaking to her at all. It broke her heart.

"We know you love her, it just really hurts us that you guys were so irresponsible. There are condoms, if Y/N knew you guys were going to be sexually active, she could've talked to her mother about going on the pill," he explained, which I understood every word. We were careless.

"That's the thing, we didn't know. It just happened one night, it only happened one time. It was completely spontaneous and we were in the moment that we didn't even care if there was protection or not. I'm sorry," I say, completely out of breath because I didn't give myself enough time to just breathe for a second.

"I get that, son, it happens. But now you two know," he says, nodding his head and taking another sip. "Have you guys been to the doctor?"

I nodded my head. "When we left the house is when we went, we wanted to confirm everything and it was positive. We bought a couple things for the baby, although we don't know what it is yet, it's unisex things."

He nodded, listening to everything, but soon took an envelope out of his jacket pocket.

"$5000 in a cheque, our collaboration for our grandchild," he states, placing the envelope in front of me. I looked at him, astonished at the fact that he even thought he had to do that.

"Mr. Y/L/N, you didn't have to," I say, pushing the envelope towards him.

"Call me Y/D/N (your/dads/name). We wanted to. This is our grandchild, we want to be a part of this," he smiles, pushing the envelope back towards me.

I smile, nodding my head and grabbed the envelope, placing it where I knew I would remember to pick it up again.

"All I ask is that you take care of her, Justin. Take care of her and the baby with everything in you," he says, placing a hand on my arm.

"Of course. They're my everything now, it's them over everything," I say, making her dad smile again, signalling me to follow him towards the girls which I gladly did.

"You two alright?" Her father asked, sitting down next to her mom, both of them smiling.

"I think everything's going to be okay," Y/N responded, grabbing my hand and pulling me down to sit next to her. I grabbed her hips and set her on my lap, making small circles on her hips.

"Everything is gonna be okay, babe," I say, pecking her cheek.