After spending all day Sunday and Monday in bed and lazing around Michelle's apartment as a means to reconnect with each other, they finally emerged from their love nest on Tuesday afternoon to get ready for their trip to Cape Cod the following day. Shawn's birthday was in five days and they planned to leave on Wednesday morning for Chatham, so they could spend the next week at the beach house basically alone, except for when Stefan came home from caddying every evening.
"When is your family supposed to come from Montreal?" Shawn asked as they drove to the store for some things they were taking with them.
"They won't be coming until the 11th. They're gonna fly into Boston and rent an SUV, then pick up Gran and bring her with them."
"So there's enough room at the beach house for your whole family at one time?"
"Sure, the place has bedrooms on all three floors, because they made two bedrooms up in the attic and ran air conditioning up there when they built an addition onto the back about 20 years ago. There's plenty of room to spare. Why? Are you thinking about wanting your own room?" Michelle teased.
"No, I was just asking."
"Well if you don't wanna sleep with me, we can find you another bed to sleep in."
"Chelle, I'm sleeping with you as long as your family is alright with that."
"Shawn, we are not teenagers. I am a 27 year old grown ass woman who sleeps with her Canadian studmuffin boyfriend and everybody in the family knows this. Whom do you presume is gonna tell me I can't?" she joked sarcastically.
"No one I guess. I just don't want your dad giving me 'the look'," Shawn said, using air quotes.
"What look?"
"You know, the look a dad gives the guy he knows for a fact is fucking his daughter."
"There's a look? I had no idea," she replied, stifling a giggle.
"Of course there is! All fathers believe their daughters are perfect and no guy is worthy."
"So you believe my dad won't think you're worthy of my 27 year old piece of ass?" she laughed.
"After he spends a few days with me under his roof, I doubt it."
"Well I doubt that's even gonna cross his mind. I mean what dad even wants to give a fleeting thought about his daughter gettin' fucked six ways from Sunday on the regular?"
"I don't know! All I know is, if I had a daughter it would bother me to see her under my roof and in bed with some guy she's not married to."
"Ya know Shawn, for someone your age and with all your sexual experience, you can be very puritanical sometimes. Your own parents didn't even see the need to get married!"
"I am NOT puritanical!"
"Yeah, dad...you are."
"Dad, eh?"
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Restoration [Shawn Mendes] AU
FanfictionAs he gently held her face and looked into her eyes, the tears that had threatened to spill during that entire speech, began to slide down her cheeks. She had no idea he felt like this about her all this time. Her heart was so full it nearly explode...