Careless Mistake
by Kelli
Part 6
November 2003....
IT'S OFFICIAL, BRITNEY SPEARS ISN'T A VIRGIN!
Rumors have been flying around since the Pop Princess didn't schedule a tour right away to support her new album. The official word was that she was working on other projects until May 2004 and will start a world tour then. Were we buying that? No way. We kept a close eye on Ms. Spears and noticed she had many frequent trips to her OB/Gyn. Were we going to jump to conclusions? Of course we were. The rumors flying around town are that our little not-so-virgin princess is expecting a bundle of joy sometime early next year. So now you ask, who would the proud papa be? As far as we knew, Britney wasn't dating anyone.....seriously. Well, again, the little birdies that tend to whisper things in our ear have hinted that it might be none other than ex-Mr. Spears himself, Justin Timberlake. Apparently the night those two locked lips at the Viper Room this past summer, more than just locked lips.
"It can't be ignored anymore," Fe said to Britney as she threw the latest issue of US Weekly in the trash can. "We're going to have to get with Justin's PR and come up with a statement."
Britney sat back on the couch and rubbed her forehead. "It's only going to get worse. They're going to hound us both."
"Just do what you always do.....smile and wave to them. Kill them with sweetness."
"But they don't die....they keep coming back," Britney groaned.
She could hear the front door being unlocked.
"Brit?" Justin yelled.
"In here," she yelled back.
Fe patted Britney's leg. "Now that he's here, I'm going to go. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Britney gave her a smile and touched her hand before she stood up. "Yeah. Have a good night Fe."
"You too, Boo. Hey Justin," she said as she approached him.
"Hi Fe," he said, leaning down to give her a hug. "You leaving?"
"Yeah....she doesn't need me anymore today," she said, winking back at Britney.
"You all act like I'm an invalid, I'm only five months pregnant," she said, throwing up her hands.
"Have fun," Fe said, patting Justin's arm.
"Gee thanks," he said before walking over to the couch where Britney sat. "I brought take out," he said, setting the bag on the coffee table.
She moaned and threw her feet over his lap. Without even thinking about it, he removed her flip flops and began massaging her feet.
"How was recording today?" she asked.
"It was good. I wrote a song today while Joey was doing his vocals," he said, studying her feet.
"What kind of song?"
"A song," he shrugged.
She stared at him until he looked up at her. "Want to be more specific?"
"I'm not sure where I want to go with it.....but I was just writing down my feelings about the baby."
"So you're writing a song about our baby?" she asked, sticking her lower lip out.
"Kinda," he shrugged.
"That's sweet," she smiled. She rested her head against the back of the couch. "We need to come up with a statement.....together."
"I know," he said, looking back down at her feet. "There isn't going to be an easy way of addressing it."
She shook her head.
"No, but people are making up their own stories and I think it's better to at least get the truth out there and then let them deal with that."
She watched as he paid special attention to her ankles.
"So, what kind of take out did you bring?" she asked.
"Your favorite," he said, letting her feet rest on his lap and leaning over to grab the bag.
He lifted a carton of Egg Fu Yung out and handed it to her.
"I was craving this today," she laughed.
"I knew it. You haven't had any Chinese Gourmet in about a week," he said waggling his finger at her.
He handed her a fork and she started digging in. He laughed as he handed her a napkin.
"You need anything to drink?"
She started to lick her fingers. "Oh, I probably should," she said with her mouth full.
He moved her legs and got up to get them both something to drink.
"I guess I'll be going," Justin said as he started to scoot up from his reclining position on the floor.
"What time is it?" Britney asked as she yawned.
"Um, it's only ten," he said, looking at his watch.
"Okay," she said, sitting up straighter. "Ow," she said, grabbing her back. "Shit."
"What?" he asked turning toward her and moving closer.
"My back....once in awhile I have spasms," she said through clenched teeth.
"Is that normal?" he asked, holding out his hands, not sure what to do.
"The doctor said it can be," she said, laying back down, holding her back with one hand. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
"What can I do?"
She opened an eye to look at him. "Can you carry me to my bedroom?"
"Sure....will I hurt you?" he asked, maneuvering his hands underneath her.
"Probably," she said with a grunt as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.
He skillfully carried her to her bedroom and gently laid her down. She still held onto his neck with one arm as she braced herself with the other hand.
He was still hunched over her since she had a good grip on his neck. "Okay, now what?" he asked, gently placing his hand on her slightly protruding stomach.
"Can you...." she started to say while she slowly adjusted herself on the bed.... "put your hand..." She took his hand and pressed it on a spot on her back.
She rolled onto her side, facing away from him and he sat down on the edge of the bed as he started to gently massage her back.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Mmmmhmmmm."
He swung his legs up on the bed so that he was reclining on his side as he continued to rub her back.
After a few minutes, he shifted positions and started massaging with his other hand. When Britney noticed this she reached behind her and grabbed his free hand and brought it in front of her and laid it on her stomach. Justin smiled and rested his cheek against hers.
Next time he moved he leaned over her a little bit and noticed her eyes were shut and her breathing was even. He kissed her cheek and slowly got up. After washing up a little, he rummaged through his old drawer and found a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater and put them on. Then he went back to the bed and slid the cover out from underneath her and pulled it up over the both of them and fell asleep.
