Living in the city of Los Angeles could really take a toll on anybody, but it was even harder on new parents. The LA traffic with a screaming baby. The many weirdos that roamed the streets at night. The paparazzi was definitely the hardest part. They never left us alone, especially now that we had the new baby. Justin wanted us to get out of there so we could settle in with our new bundle of joy and not worry about dealing with the cameras being shoved in our faces, so Justin took us on a trip to the Bahamas.
I had just fallen back to sleep at 7:30 this morning, when the baby woke up screaming. He was up all night crying because he had gas. “My poor baby what’s the matter huh?” I said picking the newborn up, cradling him against my body. Justin slept through the night perfectly, didn’t move once. I definitely envied him. I walked back to the bed with my son in my arms trying to rock him back to sleep, but he wasn’t having it. His cries got louder, and I became frustrated. “What do I do? What do I do?” I said as tears began to fall.
“Justin wake up.” I said shaking him awake. He sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He asked. “He won’t stop crying.” I said beginning to cry. “No baby, don’t cry.” He said wiping tears away from my eyes. “Let me take him okay? You just get some sleep.” He said taking the bundle out of my hands. I wiped my face and laid down. I heard Justin begin to sing as he walked out the door, and onto the balcony. I heard the waves crashing over the sound of Justin’s soothing voice and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: this sucks i know. i just felt bad bc i haven’t posted anything.