Moments later (12:34 p.m.)
Author's note: I got the translations from a site so please, if they are off then I apologize.
continued...
Justin still couldn't get over the fact that Giselle was actually pregnant with his baby. Everything seemed to be moving so fast. They hadn't even been together for five months and she was already pregnant?
His mother Lynn and step father Paul finally made it. He spent a few minutes talking with Paul out back where the pool was located. And Lynn helped Giselle prepare lunch in the kitchen since the maid was off. "It's not like Justin to not wear protection while having sex." Lynn spoke while dicing up a bell pepper. "He's more smarter than that. I just think that...that is a huge sign that he really likes you. Because the majority of times, he wouldn't hesitate to slip a condom on. Haha."
"You think? I mean..." she exhaled softly. "The thing is...I'm not like him. Color wise and..."
"He is not thinking about that. Believe me. I taught my son better than that. And I also taught him to wrap it up when he's gonna have sex with some girl. How many times have you guys done it without using protection? If you mind me asking."
"Um, once. That night when we were drunk. We um...just had came back from a press conference for his new movie Alpha Dog and...it was late." she hesitated. "He invited me inside for a few drinks. We talked and somehow...things led to another. All I could remember was waking up in his bed...completely naked."
"Mommy! Mommy!!" Oteriah ran in the kitchen with two Barbie dolls in her hands.
"Excuse me." she kneeled in front of the little girl. "Yes?"
"Pay dollie with me? I need you to pay Stacy." she smiled warmly.
"Not now, okay? Give me 'bout a half hour."
"Otay." she watched the four year old run out of the kitchen.
"Any way..." she stood up, finishing where she left off. "Maybe his intentions weren't to get me pregnant because after all...we were drunk when it happened. Not just that, he seemed a little surprised when I told him." a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I'm his friggin' assistant for Christ sake. I'm starting to think I made a mistake letting him in. I should've stuck to my plan. My plans were not to get with him because for some reason...when you hook up with a celebrity, things happen. I can't say our relationship was perfect when we were friends, but..." she paused, gathering up all her thoughts. "I dunno."
"You seem to have a lot on your mind. Let me ask you something. Do you love Justin?" she slowly looked away, locking eyes with hers. "Seriously love him."
"Of coarse I do. He's...basically the only person I could trust." she tossed the chopped up onions in a mixing bowl. "Why? Do you think that...he loves me? I mean, he tells me frequently. I'm just curious to if he really lo..."
"If he tells you that he loves you, then he does. My son don't just up and tell someone that he loves them. Especially if he doesn't mean it." she looked away, inhaling sharply.
"So like I was saying..." Justin turned to face Paul. "What do you think of her?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Like I said, after knowing her for seven years...I'm just now realizing how special she is. We've been through some shit and...sometimes I even felt like killing her, but...I love her too much."
"You sure she's who you wanna be with? I could just remember you saying the same thing about Britney a few years ago."
"Well yeah. I did love Britney. But that was a thing in the past. She cheated on me and...that was it. I trust Giselle wouldn't do anything like that. I have faith in her. I believe in her and I wanna be with her. She's having my baby. I think it's only fair that we get married, right?" Paul stood there, not sure what to say.
"Have you spoken to Randall about this?" he shook his head.
"You know, you're more of a father to me than he is. I barely see my father. And that's why I came to you first. I want your opinion. Your thoughts on this. Randall doesn't have a right to know. I don't even consider him as my father. A real man doesn't leave his child and wife because of some little...miscommunication. Besides that, even if I were to talk to him and he somehow wanted me to do something else...it's not like I would listen. He doesn't make me happy. Giselle does."
"You're right. So all I can say is...do what your heart tells you. Do what makes you feel happy." he smiled kindly.
"Thanks. And uh, I will do just that."
"Ahahaha!!!!!" Giselle scrunched over, holding her stomach in pain. "Oh my...god. That's the same thing I said. Hahaha!!" she laughed deafeningly. "I'm sorry. That was just...too funny. Whew!" she poured a certain amount of oil in the pan with the peppers. "I have this theory about...telling people my business, ya' know? Especially what goes on in the bedroom. But I feel so comfortable talking to you about it. I dunno why. I just feel that I can trust you with that type of information." she cleared her throat. "No wonder you and Justin are so close. You're one of those...cool moms. Ahaha."
"Thank you. I just try to be understanding, because I know how it is to be a young adult. I was once."
"Yeah."
"What's goin' on in herre?" Justin spoke in a country accent. "Mmm, do I smell omelet? Ahaha." he stood behind Giselle, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Why does that line sound so familiar?"
"Saturday night live. Two-thousand three." he kissed her on the cheek. "Might I add, the greatest moments of my life." he released her, quickly lifting the lids to the pans and pots on the stove.
"Hey..." Lynn pointed at him. "What did I tell ya' about going through the pots while I'm cooking?"
"Sorry, ma'." he grabbed a few Oreo cookies from out of the cookie jar sitting by the coffee machine. "I'm hungry. You guys need to hurry it up." they both gazed his direction with serious looks on their faces. "I uhh, I take that as a sign to shut up."
"You're so right." Giselle responded.
"I'm gonna just go out there and um, see what my dad is doing." he pecked both of them on the cheek. "See you ladies later."
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Everyone sat at the table outside by the pool eating lunch. "I have to tell ya' this. I just couldn't hold it in much longer." Justin dipped a spicy chicken wing in a container of blue cheese. "This was the first time Justin ever discovered a hard on." he froze, quickly locking eyes with his mother's.
"Mom..." he began."
"Aw relax. It's just your girlfriend. Any way, like I was saying. Justin came to me one morning when we were on our way to church. He had to be probably fourteen. Maybe thirteen, I dunno. But any way, he was like...'Mom, my pee wee is hurting' ahaha." Giselle sat there with this huge smile on her face. "So I told him to let me take a look. When I went to go look, he was on hard. Fully hard. He then tells me that he woke up like that and he didn't know what to do. He got scared and all." Justin sat there with this embarrassed look on his face.
"Aw...that was just too cute." he lowered his eyes at her. "What? It was. Discovering your first hard on. Hmm, must've been scary. Haha."
"And is that supposed to be funny?" he chewed on his chicken wing. "These are by far the best wings I've ever tasted."
"Thank Giselle. She add her own sauce to it."
"Mmm. It's delicious." he glanced at her. "You have to start making these more often."
"Um..." Giselle hesitated. "I spoke to Britney the other day." they all gazed at her with questioning looks on their faces.
"Britney? Which one? Justin's ex?" Paul asked curiously.
"Yep. That one. She was telling me about their relationship and all. She told me that he proposed to her, but they kept it to themselves." Paul and Lynn were both surprised. Even Justin, because he had no clue what she was saying. "She said that no one was supposed to know until they had gotten married." she shrugged her shoulders. "Somethin' like that."
"Is that true?" Lynn asked. "You really proposed to Britney and didn't tell us?"
"No." he answered quickly. "That's not true. I can't...I don't understand why she would lie about something like that. First Valeria shows up embarrassing me in front of ya'll, now this? You guys will have to excuse me for a minute." he stood up, pushing in his chair.
"Are you gonna be okay?" his mother asked in concern. "You need me to..."
"I'll be fine. And I'll be back, so don't cut the cake without me." Giselle watched him enter the house.
"Damn." she mumbled. "Maybe I should've kept that to myself."
"No, he's just...he'll be fine. Why don't you uhhh go see what he's doing. I would, but...I don't want him thinking I'm trying to be all up in his business."
"Um, all right. Be right back." she stood up, slowly making her way in the house. She gazed around for him the further she had entered the house. On her way to the kitchen, she could hear a muffling sound. She followed the sound in the kitchen, immediately focusing in on Justin. He stood against the counter talking on the phone.
"...and that wasn't funny. I don't appreciate you lying about things like that." he looked up, locking eyes with Giselle's. "Don't do it again. I have to go." he turned the phone, gradually turning his back to her.
"Everything okay?" she approached him, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I should've just kept it to myself."
"No. I'm actually glad you brought that up, and..." he turned to face her. "Do me a favor and don't talk to her again." she nodded.
"Sure. That won't be a problem." he moved in closer her, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. "You still wanna go shopping later on? Maybe I could get that...thong I was tellin' you about." he chuckled softly.
"I'd be stupid to say no to that."
Hours later (4:45 p.m.)
"Thank you." Justin stepped out of the limousine after Giselle and his bodyguard. "This has got to be the place." they held hands, quickly entering the jewelry store. "Um...baby, why don't you go with Larry. If you find something you like, just get it okay? Here." he handed her a credit card. "Have fun."
"Um, all right." he watched the two walk off. He then made his way to the ring display a few feet away from him.
"Hello." he gazed at a woman wearing an apron with the word Tiffany printed in the center. "Can I help you with something?"
"Um, actually yeah. You see Tiffany, I was look..."
"I'm sorry. My name isn't Tiffany. I'm Leanne. Tiffany is the name of the store." his eyes lit up in surprise.
"Oh...ahaha. I'm sorry. I saw the...the big sign on the building and uh...never mind. Any way, I'm looking for your wedding rings. Your best ones. Oh and could we hurry?" he whispered. "I wanna get it before my girlfriend comes back."
"Oh, no problem."
An half hour later, Giselle met back up with Justin at the watch display. "Found what you were lookin' for?" she spoke in his ear.
"Huh?" he quickly gazed at her. "Um, yeah. I was just...checkin' out these watches. What about you?" she held up a miniature bag. "What's that?"
"It's a necklace. Don't worry. It was only a few grand."
"That's fine. Come on." he held her hand, leading her towards the exit. "I wanna stop by one more place before we head back home."
"It was so nice of your mother to watch Oteriah while we shopped." he smiled tenderly.
"Yeah. She's a cool mom. Haha." they both sat in the limo and headed off to their next destination. "Um...can I ask you something?" she gawked his direction with a smile on her face.
"Sure. Anything." he licked his lips, hesitant to go on.
"Have you ever thought about marriage?" she bit her lip in thought. "I mean, you know...if things were going well with the person you're with..."
"Are you trying to...ask me something? I mean, I just have this feeling that you wanna ask me something, but...just can't come out and say it." he looked away putting his focus out the window. "You know you can ask me. What is it?" she asked, grasping his hand in hers.
"It can wait. Really." he assured. The two had finally made it to a restaurant a few miles up the road.
"A restaurant? This is where you wanted to go?" he held her hand, helping her out of the vehicle.
"Stop askin' questions. You supposed to accept things when someone is trying to do something nice for you. Especially your boyfriend." he led her inside the building. She gazed around, realizing the room was empty.
"Hmm. Did they just open or..."
"No." he searched for the owner of the restaurant. "I made an arrangement with the owner. He agreed to have me rent the place out for a few grand." she flashed him a confused look. "There he is." he approached the older guy sitting at a table. "Hi." he greeted. The man looked up, immediately smiling.
"Hey, Justin." he stood up, shaking his hand in response. "So good you could make it. Um, how long did you say? Two hours?"
"Two to three, if that's fine."
"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. The waitress will be out in a minute so...find a table." he turned, ambling towards the back where the kitchen was located.
"Justin...you did not." he lead her to a table. "Why couldn't we eat with everyone else? You had to do this?" he pulled a chair out for her.
"Sit down." she rolled her eyes, slowly taking a seat in the specific chair. "Just accept things. Why are you always complaining? I wanted to rent out a restaurant so that me and my girlfriend could he in peace without some...fan interrupting us. Is that a good enough excuse for you?" she crossed her arms over her chest.
"How much did you pay that guy to do this?" he looked away, watching as a woman approached them.
"Hold that thought." the waitress stood at their table, smiling at them.
"Hello, I'm Juliette your waitress. Shall I tell you our special for this evening?"
"That would be great." he spoke with a smile. "But first, do you have um...remyred..."
"We sure do, Mister Timberlake. Would you like that with a bucket of ice?" he nodded.
"Sure. I already know what I want. I'll take the lobster special. A side order of biscuits and um..." he quickly scanned the list. "I guess that's it." he gazed at Giselle.
"I'll have the same. Thank you."
"I will be right back with your drinks." she turned on her heel, walking off. The two finally met eyes after a moment of silence.
"Um...about our conversation in the limo. You know the...marriage subject." she peered in his eyes, waiting patiently for him to proceed. "Since you're gonna have my baby and...since I love you and you love me..." she rolled her eyes playfully. "Let's do it." she raised her eyebrows in questioning.
"Do what?"
"Here's your wine." the waitress sat a bucket of ice in the center of the table with a bottle of wine. "Your meals are on it's way."
"Thank you." before he continued, he decided to wait for the waitress to vanish. "Like I was saying..."
"Do you mind?" she asked, pointing to the wine.
"Oh...sure." he grabbed her glass, carefully pouring her some of the wine. "There you go. You can only have a little...since you're pregnant and all." she took a sip of the substance, moaning in satisfaction.
"Damn. Why did I have to be pregnant at a time like this? Haha." he laughed faintly. "You know, our relationship as changed dramatically since we've been together."
"I agree. That's why I've made up my mind." she sat her glass down, never peeling her eyes off him. "I think we should..."
"I'm sorry, sir. Your food is ready." he looked up, watching as the waitress sat a plate of food in front of them. "Your biscuits." she sat a bowl of biscuits aside. "Will there be anything else?"
"Um...no." he smiled. "You've done enough. Thank you." she smiled, making her way back to the kitchen. "Listen, Giselle...there's something I wanna tell you. But let me just come out and say it before there's anymore interruptions. I wanna know if you would like to..." a ringing device interrupted him. "Damnit!" he grabbed his phone, gazing at the caller ID. "Shit. It's my mom." he turned the phone off, resting it beside his ear. "Hello? Hey, um...no. No no. That's okay. Really? Okay, well it should be another two or three hours. Aight, bye." he turned off the phone. "Sorry about that."
"That's fine." she spoke, chewing on her lobster. "Mmm, this is really good."
"As I was saying, before I was interrupted. I'm not too good with speeches and all. Besides, you should know how much you mean to me. Any way, um...I wanna ask you a very personal question. Answer yes or no, okay?" she nodded.
"Sure."
"Will you..."
"Justin?!" a woman shouted. He quickly looked away, gazing at his ex-girlfriend.
"Valeria? How...what are you doing here?" he stood up. She stood there with her arms over her chest.
"Is this what you do? First you demand me not to be friends with you anymore and now this? Vous stupide, inconsidéré, non bon, deux fait face au bâtard!!! (You stupid, inconsiderate, no good, two faced bastard!!!) "
"Ummm, what did you just say?" Giselle asked curiously.
"I am so sorry." he apologized. "Excuse me. Could someone please escort her out? I dunno how she got in here." the owner approached their table.
"Who are you?" he asked, flashing Valeria a strange look. "You have to go." she stuck her middle finger up at him.
"Fuck you. Fuck all of you!!!! You son of a bitch!" she swung her hand, slapping Justin across the face. "Chienne! (Bitch!)." she turned, ambling towards the front door. He sat there gritting his teeth angrily.
"God, I..." he held his head down, completely lost with words. "I don't know what to say. I know I promised she wouldn't do this again, and..."
"No. It's not your fault." she wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "Let's just try and enjoy the rest of the night, okay?" he nodded timidly.
"Yeah." he fiddled with his food, still trying to get over what had just happened. What was he going to do? If Valeria kept showing up things were going to be hectic between them.
Meanwhile...
Justin and Giselle sat in the limousine, slowly pulling off. He grabbed the remote to the mini television in front of them and pressed power. "I think I...missed the game." she laid back, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Tonight was really...some night, don't you think?" she grabbed his hand, fiddling with his fingers in boredom. "I still can't believe Valeria showed up there. And how did she know we were there to begin with?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"I dunno. She probably followed us with her...crazy ass." he changed the channel to the music station.
...cause I'm a ryder
Soul Survivor
"I wanna ask you something, but first..." he pulled out his cell phone. "Let me turn this off before someone decides to call...while I'm in the middle of it." she chuckled softly, watching as he powered off his phone. "Aight um..." she sat up, peering deeply in his eyes. "You know I love you and...I know we haven't been together for a long time and...and I know you're probably gonna say no, but...I'm gonna come out and ask you any way."
"Why would I say no? I mean, you know I love you too."
"I know." he bit his lip interestingly. "I just want you to know that you mean the world to me." a smile slowly formed across her lips. "And..." he paused. "I will do anything for you." he rubbed his forehead, feeling completely nervous. "Damn. I...I don't remember feeling so nervous in my entire life. Except for the day the group and I performed for the first time in front of thousands of people. Haha." she giggled softly.
"Justin...will you marry me?" his eyes lit up in disbelief.
"Excuse me? I mean..."
"I know that's what you want to ask me. I mean, why would you rent out a restaurant for eighty thousand dollars? Then stop by a jewelry store before hand." he sat there eying her down captivatingly.
"Now I know why I hired you as my assistant." she broke out laughing. "You're smart as hell. Haha."
"Thank you." he leaned in, pecking her on the lips.
"I love you. Oh and here." he pulled out a black suede box. She watched as she slid a diamond ring on her ring finger. "Now it's official." she gazed at the ring in astonishment.
"Wow. How...you mind me asking how much this was? This is a big rock."
"It cost a grip. But um, that's not what's important." she locked eyes with his. "You and I...you have to promise me that you won't let anything come between us. Like Valeria or Britney for instance. Those girls are in the past. You...you are my future, but we won't have a future if you let them get to you. So you have to promise that nothing will come between us." she nodded.
"I promise." he smiled massively. "I love you." she met lips with his, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mmm." his hand trailed up her thigh, instantly gripping her butt cheek. "Haha. Justin..." she slid his hand away. "Stop." she whispered.
"Why?" she laid down as he climbed on top of her. "No one can see us. The windows are tented."
"So? That doesn't mean we're supposed to have sex in the car."
"Who said we were having sex? I was thinking maybe we could...you know? Play touchy feely." she sat up, straightening out her top. "Mmm." he groaned, kissing her neck sweetly.
"Justin..." she began. "My bra..." he watched as she fiddled with her top. "You unhooked it." she muttered. "Asshole."
"My bad. I was just tryin' to...catch a feel." he spoke innocently. "Here, let me help you with that." he slid his hands under her top, quickly tugging on her bra, and yanking it off her. "Haha." she sat there in shock.
"You...jerk. Give me that." she reached out for it, but he held it back.
"Nope. I tell you what..." he licked his lips, slowly trailing his eyes down her figure. "Let me touch 'em first, then I'll give it back to you." she lowered her eyes at him.
"Justin..."
"Come on. It'll only take a second." he pouted playfully. "Please. Pretty pweese." she rolled her eyes.
"All right. But only a second." she watched as he groped both of her breasts, squeezing here and there.
"Ooohh." he closed his eyes, focusing on the touch of her nice, soft breasts. "Damn. So...firm and..." she lowered her eyes at him.
"You said a second." she reminded.
"Yeah, I know. Um, one more thing before we..." he lifted her shirt, removing it from her body.
"Justin..." she quickly covered herself with her hands. "This is insane. Give me back my shirt now." he leaned in, kissing and sucking on her right nipple teasingly. This kind of through her off for a second. "Jus...mmm." she bit her lip in pleasure. "Why do you do this to me?" she arched her back, releasing a soft moan.
"Haha. I don't hear you complaining now." she giggled faintly. He persistently nibbled and sucked on her nipple, pinching and twirling his fingers around her other one.
"Oh god." she gripped a portion of his hair, forcing her moans in. "We have to stop." he sucked more forcibly, hearing her whimper afterwards.
"It's okay." he assured, grazing his index finger over her lips. She slightly opened her mouth, sucking tenderly on his finger. "I hate you." she moaned.
"Well I hate you more." she rolled over on her stomach, concentrating on his hand that trailed down her back. He lifted her skirt, groping her butt firmly. "I just love this ass."
"Mmm, I bet you do." She shut her eyes, enjoying the touch of his tongue grazing her sensitive spot. "Ohhh..." she gasped faintly. "Ooohhh, oh godddd. Fuck!" she panted heavily. She just loved when he would do this, because it had to be the best feeling in the world.
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