"Justin, take us back!" Mandi said.
"Mandi, fans are noticing me, we need to get inside," Justin grabbed the baby out of the back, opened the door for Mandi, who was frozen, and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Come on, Dee, let's go." Justin picked up her limp hand and pulled her out of the vehicle.
Once they got inside, Justin led them to an empty dressing room and sat Mandi down. "Why you wanna go back?" He asked bluntly.
"Because, Jonathan..." She trailed off.
"Jonathan?!" Justin exploded. "You want to go back because of him?" Justin was shaking with anger.
"He needs us, really. Justin, he's a good guy, really," Mandi murmured.
"I'll tell you right now I refuse to take you back to that house, you gotta find your own way. And you will not be taking Dylan with you. Not under any circumstance will my child be going back to an abusive man," Justin said firmly.
"Justin, he's my son, too, you know," Mandi said.
"I know. Believe me, I know," Justin said. "But I'm protecting him when you won't."
"I protect him!" Mandi said.
"That's great," Justin sighed. "You protect him from doggy bites and boogey monsters and diaper rash. But you don't protect him from an abusive whatever this guy is to you?"
"Justin..." Mandi said.
"No, Mandi. I mean it, I will take this sucker to court if you want to go that far with it. I'm not letting him go back to that. If it weren't for me, this sweet little bundle of baby wouldn't be here. And since he is, I'm gonna be the best daddy I can be. I don't know how good that it, but I do know I'm gonna be a better daddy than to let him go back to that house."
Mandi stared up at him. "You have changed."
Justin nodded quietly, a shy grin covering his face. "Yeah. For the better."
Mandi nodded, too. "Yeah. Justin, please, can I have some time to think?"
Justin nodded and took a gurgling Dylan into the main dressing room.
"Holy crap, Justin, that kid's a mini-me of you!" Joey exclaimed.
Lance hit the back of Joey's head. "Dimwit."
JC simply smiled. "Glad you went."
Justin smiled thoughtfully. "Me, too."
"What's his name?" Joey asked.
"Dylan. Dylan Robert," Justin pushed his nose into Dylan's, making Dylan laugh and clap his hands together.
"Dylan Robert," Joey said. "Do we know anyone with the last name Robert?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "You moron, Robert is his middle name!"
"Oh!" Joey laughed. "What's his last name, then?"
"Timberlake," Justin said.
"Little cousin? Nephew? No, you're the oldest..." Joey said thoughtfully.
"He's not my cousin. Or my nephew."
"Well, he's not your brother!" Joey said indignantly.
"No, he's not," Justin allowed. "He's my son."