Justin and Hailey Bieber are EXPECTING FIRST BABY — They Reveal the Happy News in an Unusual Setting (Video inside)

Hailey Bieber, 27, is expecting her first baby with husband, Justin Bieber, 30. She disclosed her pregnancy news alongside the pop singer through a lovely Instagram video.

The celebrity opted to announce the big news to the world while exchanging a tender kiss during yet another vow renewal ceremony, this time, in Hawaii. The model showcased her growing belly, adorned in a tailor-made lace wedding gown by Anthony Vaccarello for Yves Saint Laurent, while she flaunted a new diamond ring.

In September 2018, Justin and Hailey Bieber had initially exchanged vows at a courthouse in New York City, coinciding with the day they acquired their marriage license. Later, the couple tied the knot again in a second ceremony held at the opulent Montage Palmetto Bluffs resort in South Carolina on September 30, 2019, surrounded by close friends and family.

Kendall Jenner swiftly expressed her emotions in the comment section of Hailey’s Instagram post, exclaiming, “Ahhhh, here come the tears again.” While Kim Kardashian commented, “I love you guys sooooo much!!!!”

Chrissy Teigen conveyed her excitement, writing, “EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! You are going to be an amazing amazing mommy oh boy get ready!!! So exciting, so happy for you both!!”

Kylie Jenner echoed sentiments of love, commenting, “I love you guys!!!! Ahhhhhhhh” while Kris Jenner wrote, “We are so so excited, can’t wait can’t wait what a blessing!!!!!”

Last year, while the couple has expressed a desire for children, Hailey had voiced concerns about raising a family in the public eye, saying, “I want kids so bad, but I get scared. It’s enough that people say things about my husband or my friends… I can’t imagine having to confront people saying things about a child. We can only do the best we can to raise them. As long as they feel loved and safe.”

Justin and Hailey’s journey began in 2009 when they were introduced by Hailey’s father, leading to a brief romance in 2016 amidst Justin’s tumultuous relationship with Selena Gomez. After finally parting ways with Gomez in 2018, Justin found solace in Hailey’s companionship, and they’ve been inseparable since.

Despite facing challenges, including a difficult first year of marriage, Justin and Hailey have openly discussed their struggles with trust and trauma. However, they’ve emerged stronger and more stable in their relationship.

Celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary last September, both Justin and Hailey took to Instagram to share heartfelt tributes to one another.

Hailey’s post was short yet poignant, a simple “5. I love you.” While Justin’s tribute to his beloved wife was more elaborate; he expressed deep affection and gratitude for their journey together, writing, “To the most precious, my beloved. 5 years. You have captivated my heart. I know from the depths of my soul down to my bones that this journey with you will only exceed our wildest expectations. So let’s keep dreaming big baby. Cheers to forever and ever. I love you with every fiber of my being. HAPPY 5TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!”

Recently, Bieber took to social media to share a glimpse into his emotional journey through a collection of photos capturing different facets of his life. It was the last two images that resonated deeply with fans. In these selfies, Bieber revealed tears streaming down his face, showcasing his raw vulnerability and inviting the world to witness his emotional state.

On Christmas Night, a Pregnant Woman About to Give Birth Knocked on Our Door – I Went Pale Upon Discovering Who She Really Was

It was a peaceful Christmas night until a desperate knock shattered the calm. A young, pregnant woman stood shivering in the snow. Her chilling words, “Let your husband explain,” turned my world upside down.

The house was peaceful that Christmas night. The smell of gingerbread lingered in the air, and the twinkling lights on the tree cast a warm glow in the living room.

A Christmas home | Source: Pexels

A Christmas home | Source: Pexels

Mark sat on the couch, engrossed in his new PlayStation game. The kids were upstairs, sound asleep after an exciting day of presents and treats. I stood in the kitchen, washing the last of the dinner plates.

For once, everything felt perfect.

Then came the knock at the door.

A decorated door | Source: Pexels

A decorated door | Source: Pexels

I froze, sponge in hand, and tilted my head toward the sound. Who could it be? It was nearly midnight, and the snow outside was coming down hard. My first thought was the neighbors, but why would they come so late?

“Mark?” I called, but he didn’t look up. “Did you hear that?”

“What?” he replied, eyes glued to the screen.

A man playing a game | Source: Pexels

A man playing a game | Source: Pexels

“There’s someone at the door.”

He shrugged, his fingers moving on the controller. “Probably a package. Just leave it.”

“On Christmas night?” I grabbed my coat from the hook near the door. “I’ll check.”

A woman looking to her side | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking to her side | Source: Midjourney

The icy wind hit me first, sharp and biting when I opened the door. Then I saw her — a young woman, shivering so hard she looked like she might collapse. Snow clung to her hair and coat, and her lips were nearly blue.

“Please,” she said, her voice trembling. “I… I need help. I’m about to give birth. Please, take me to a hospital.”

A young scared woman | Source: Midjourney

A young scared woman | Source: Midjourney

I stared at her, unsure what to do. “Are you alone? How did you get here?”

She winced and held her belly. “I got lost… I couldn’t make it to the hospital.”

“Who are you?” I asked, stepping aside so she could come out of the cold.

A concerned woman on her doorstep | Source: Midjourney

A concerned woman on her doorstep | Source: Midjourney

She looked me in the eyes, her face pale and serious. “Let your husband explain. He thought he could get rid of me.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My stomach tightened, but I didn’t have time to process them. “Come in,” I said quickly. “Sit down. You’re freezing.”

I led her to the couch and grabbed a blanket from the chair. “Stay here. I’ll get Mark.”

A woman sitting on her couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on her couch | Source: Midjourney

“Mark!” I called, my voice sharp now. “Come here. You need to see this.”

“Fine,” he muttered, setting down the controller and walking over. The moment his eyes landed on her, his face turned ghost-white.

“What… what are you doing here?” His voice cracked.

“I finally found you,” the woman said, her tone biting. “And you can’t just walk away this time.”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

I looked between them, confusion growing in my chest. “Mark, who is this? Do you know her?”

Mark swallowed hard and ran a hand through his hair. “Claire, I can explain—”

The woman cut him off. “Explain? Don’t you dare. You left me and my mom. You abandoned us, and now you’re here playing house like nothing ever happened.”

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand. “What is she talking about? Mark, who is she?”

Mark sighed, avoiding my gaze. “She’s… my daughter. From before we met.”

“Your what?” I took a step back, the words not sinking in.

The woman glared at him. “Yeah, your daughter. The one you left behind when I was six. The one you pretended didn’t exist.”

A woman arguing with her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman arguing with her husband | Source: Midjourney

“Stop,” Mark said, his voice rising. “I didn’t know you’d come here. I—”

“Of course you didn’t,” she snapped. “You’ve been ignoring me for years. But I wasn’t going to let you keep running.”

I turned to her. “And you came here because…?”

A frowning woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney

A frowning woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney

“Because he deserves to face me,” she said through gritted teeth. “But also because I need help. I’m having this baby, whether he likes it or not.”

Mark dropped into the armchair, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. I thought… I thought I could move on.”

“Move on?” she shouted. “You mean forget about me. Forget about the mess you left behind.”

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An upset bald man | Source: Freepik

I shook my head, trying to catch up. “Why didn’t you tell me, Mark? Why didn’t you ever say you had a daughter?”

“I was ashamed,” he whispered. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

The woman’s voice softened, but her pain was clear. “You were ashamed? That’s why I grew up without a father?”

An upset woman on her couch | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman on her couch | Source: Midjourney

The weight of her words hung in the air. I stared at Mark, waiting for him to explain himself, but he just sat there, silent. The woman shifted on the couch, suddenly wincing in pain.

“We can deal with this later,” I said firmly. “Right now, she needs to get to the hospital.”

The woman locked eyes with me. “Are you going to help me? Or am I on my own again?”

An upset young woman looking up | Source: Midjourney

An upset young woman looking up | Source: Midjourney

I grabbed my coat and keys, glancing back at the young woman who was now hunched over on the couch, clutching her belly. She winced, letting out a low groan.

“We’re going to the hospital,” I said firmly, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “I’ll drive you myself.”

Mark stood, his hands trembling. “Claire, let me come with you. I should—”

A nervous bald man | Source: Midjourney

A nervous bald man | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. “You need to stay here.” I stared at him, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You need to think about what you’ve done. You’ve hurt both of us, and right now, she’s the one who needs me.”

“Claire, I didn’t mean—”

“Not now, Mark!” I snapped, turning toward the woman. “Let’s go. We’ll figure this out later.”

A woman snapping at her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman snapping at her husband | Source: Midjourney

She nodded weakly, and I helped her to her feet. As we made our way to the car, the snow whipped around us, stinging my face. I opened the passenger door and helped her adjust the seat so she could lean back.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her breath fogging the air.

I climbed into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly. “You’re welcome,” I said, though my voice wavered. “You’re not alone in this.”

A determined woman driving | Source: Midjourney

A determined woman driving | Source: Midjourney

The roads were slick with ice, and the wind howled as I drove. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel, not just from the treacherous conditions but from the storm inside me.

“You okay back there?” I asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah,” she muttered, though her face told a different story.

A young woman in pain in the backseat of the car | Source: Midjourney

A young woman in pain in the backseat of the car | Source: Midjourney

The silence between us was heavy. My mind churned with questions and emotions I couldn’t untangle. How had Mark kept such a huge secret? How could he abandon his child? And now, here she was, carrying a baby into a world that had already let her down.

“I don’t even know your name,” I said, finally breaking the quiet.

She looked up, her face pale but determined. “Emma.”

A young woman in pain | Source: Midjourney

A young woman in pain | Source: Midjourney

“Emma,” I repeated softly. “I’m Claire.”

She nodded. “You’re… kind. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I knocked on your door.”

“Well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this,” I admitted. “But whatever happened with Mark, it’s not your fault. And I’m not going to hold it against you.”

A woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney

A woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney

Her lips quivered, and she looked away. “Thanks,” she whispered.

By the time we reached the hospital, Emma’s contractions had grown stronger. I waved down a nurse as soon as we entered the emergency room.

“She’s in labor,” I said quickly.

The nurse nodded, grabbing a wheelchair. “We’ll take her from here.”

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A nurse looking at a chart | Source: Pexels

I turned to Emma. “I’ll stay,” I promised. “You’re not doing this alone.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she gave a small nod.

The next hours were a blur. I stayed by Emma’s side, holding her hand as she gritted her teeth through each contraction. She squeezed so hard, I thought my fingers might break, but I didn’t let go.

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A woman giving birth | Source: Freepik

“You’re doing great, Emma,” I said, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. “Just a little longer.”

Her cries of pain filled the room, but she pushed through, determined. Finally, a piercing cry cut through the tension.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, holding up a tiny, squirming bundle.

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A woman and her newborn | Source: Pexels

Emma sobbed, reaching out for her baby. I watched as the nurse placed him in her arms. His face was pink and wrinkled, his cries softening as Emma held him close.

When I got home, the house was quiet. Mark was sitting in the living room, staring at the darkened TV screen. He looked up as I walked in, his face full of guilt.

“How is she?” he asked softly.

A guilty looking man in his living room | Source: Midjourney

A guilty looking man in his living room | Source: Midjourney

“She had a baby boy,” I said, my voice flat. “She’s strong. Stronger than you.”

“Claire—”

“No,” I cut him off. “I need answers, Mark. How could you keep something like this from me? From us?”

A couple having a serious talk | Source: Midjourney

A couple having a serious talk | Source: Midjourney

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was young, and I made mistakes. I didn’t know how to face them. And when we started our life together, I thought… I thought I could leave it behind.”

“But you didn’t leave it behind,” I said sharply. “You left her behind. And now she’s here, with your grandson. You have to fix this, Mark. You owe her that much.”

A serious talk | Source: Midjourney

A serious talk | Source: Midjourney

He nodded with tears in his eyes. “I will. I promise.”

“You’d better,” I said, heading upstairs. “Because she deserves better and I believe you.”

As I lay in bed that night, I thought about Emma and the baby. Life had changed in a way I never saw coming, but for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope.

A smiling hopeful woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling hopeful woman | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes, the hardest truths bring the biggest chances for growth. And I was ready to embrace them.

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