Baby Bieber (Sequel to Justin's Girl)

I'm in my 9th month of carrying Justin's baby. Justin is now heading on Tour, which is not helping me at all. We fought about it many times but the decision was finally; he was leaving. Do I go with him? Is the baby a boy or a girl? Does our love last? Does he choose his music over his family?


1. Chapter 1

   "You can't go! I'm about to have your baby," I screamed at Justin as he talked about his up coming tour next week.

  "Then you can come with me!," he argued back.

  "Do you really think a 18 year old girl, that's 9 months pregnant would last a long time moving on the road?" I was now 18, my birthday has pasted over the months. Mine and Justin's relationship has faded at points, I lost Ariana as a friend and Justin's mom always agrees with Justin when we get in arguments. I found out I was having a little girl and at the time we agreed to name her Miley. The babies due date was two weeks from today ( December 13, 2012 ).

  "Then don't come! You can stay here!," he said backing away from me.

  "Why can't you stay here with me!," I said now really depressed.

  "Because, I ... uh," he was now pissed. "Because I have a career to continue and to provide for us, and that baby. So I have to," he said slapping his hands together. I shook my head no, looked up at the wall and crossed my arms about to cry. I put my hands up in defeat and ran up stairs to our bedroom. Over the months Justin also bought us a temporary house, so it was big enough for us and the new baby. I went to the bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me. We fight at least twice a week over stupid things. I grabbed my cell phone (which I got about 3 months ago) and called up my new friend, Hannah.

  "Hello?," her sweet voice answered in the phone.

  "Hey um.. It's me, Toby," I said as I sat on the bed, criss cross apple sauce and held up my head with my hand and had tears coming down my face.

  "What's wrong," she said jumping to conclusions.

  "Were fighting again and," I let out a weep sound, "I'm really depressed and I know it's not good for the baby, so can you come and pick me up?"

  "Yeah, yeah, I'll be right over! I'll call you when I get there. But for now go in a room and stay in there and calm down."

  "Don't worry I already am," I said taking a deep breath.

  "Well I'll be right over okay."

  "Okay. Bye," I said removing the phone from my ear and hanging up. I got up, placing the phone in my back pocket and I looked in our mirror that was built in the wall to show your whole body. I ran my hands over my baby bump that was not very big even tho, i'm already 9 months. I started to burst down in tears. "Why did I have to have a baby," I cried to myself.

  Justin's POV

  She ran up the stairs and I heard our door slam. I took a deep breath and went up stairs and was about to open it in till I heard her start to talk. She must be on her phone. It was a normal convocation in till I heard her say, "I'm really depressed and I know it's not good for the baby, so can you come and pick me up?" I stood there listening then she got up after I heard her say she had to go. "Why did I have to have a baby," I heard her cry. I tried to turn the knob right then to go in and apologize but it was locked. "I'm sorry," I heard her whisper then I heard something break.

  "Toby!," I yelled.

  "Go away," I heard her cry more.

  "Open this door, Toby!," I now was banging on the door. "Please." I heard nothing but her cry.

  "No," and that was the last word that came out of her mouth for the rest of the time I tried to get in.

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