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How Jessica Biel told Justin Timberlake she was pregnant

"I was on the 20/20 Experience Tour when my life changed forever," shares Timberlake.

How Jessica Biel told Justin Timberlake she was pregnant

Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel's son, Silas, is now a growing 3-year-old (and sometimes a Lego Batman) but—as Timberlake reveals in his new book, Hindsight: & All the Things I Can't See in Front of Me,—he's also his dad's dream come true.

JT vividly remembers the moment he learned he was going to be a dad, the exact moment his wife, Jessica Biel, revealed she was pregnant.

"I was on the 20/20 Experience Tour when my life changed forever," Timberlake writes. "I was in Detroit and pulling a week or two by myself because my wife was in Los Angeles, but was coming to visit me in a few days. I had just finished a show, and I go into my car and took my phone out. There was a text from Jess, in all capital letters. It read 'Call Me Now.'

"I FaceTimed her back immediately. She answered with this look on her face, and I knew exactly what she was going to say. Instead, she just held up the pregnancy test, and we both started bawling. I ended the tour early so I could be at home and take care of my family."

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In his new book Timberlake also opens up about how Silas has changed his life.

"The things I have learned from being a father have been profound," the proud dad writes. "It's made me look at relationships in a new way. It's made me think about who my parents are as people, and how that affected me then and has contributed to who I am now—and how all that might affect my child. It makes me wonder how my son will see me when he grows up. It makes me want to be more thoughtful."

It sounds like he already is a pretty thoughtful dad (and partner).

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