This imagine is for @BELIEBERFOREVER1414
Sorry if you don't like the imagine.
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Janith and Justin has been married for 5 years. One year after they got married they had a daughter. Her name is Isabella. Isbella is an adorable four year old little girl. She is a girly girl and had tons of dolls.
Justin had been home for three weeks and he was going back on tour in two days. Lately he had noticed that Janith's firends was more clingy and Isabella wanted more attention from her mother. That was kinda weird though because she already had so much attention since she was an only child. It made Justin upset because he didn't get to spend so much time with Janith as he wanted to.
Janith's POV.
Today had been a long day. First in the morning I made breakfast for me, Justin and Isabella. Then Isabella was constanly trying to get my attention. So finally I just sat down on the floor in her room and played dolls with her. (A/N is that what you call it?)
*10 minutes later*
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"What awe we doing tomowow?" She couldn't pronounce 'r' so her sentence didn't really make sense but I understood it.
"We are going on tour with daddy. Are you excited?" i asked her with excitement clear in my voice.
She screamed yes, got up from the floor and started to run around in her room. I sat and watched in amusement and then decided to let her take a short nap. I stood up and picked her up. I placed her on my hip and told her that she had to take a nap. She started to protest but I sat down in her bed with her on my lap. Then I started to sing to make her a little bit sleepy.
Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes
When you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me
You never love yourself half as much as I love you
You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to
