Shawn Mendes Imagines

You Take A Bath

It had been three days since your little pow-wow with Shawn, your husband of four years, when you told him that you wanted to try to have a baby.

You must've taken him by surprise and not in a good way, because he didn't say anything in response, and you assumed he was just stressed out since the two of you had just moved to L.A., so he would be closer to his music label.

But he still has been quiet on the subject, and Jack, his best friend, thinks it's because having a kid means that he would have to be sacrificing his whole career.

Either way, you were embarrassed and angry at yourself for even bringing it up, but you wanted a baby really badly.

While Shawn was recording one day, you felt exhausted and decided to take a hot bath to calm down.

You run the water, then put in the soap and turn off the lights, peeling off your clothes and easing slowly into the tub.

You lean your head back against the edge and close your eyes, relaxing for the first time in a long time.

You must've fallen asleep or something, because the burst of the door causes you to jolt forward and whimper when your head hits the wall.

"Sorry," Shawn says, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No no, I was just. . . taking a bath," You say quietly.

He raises his eyebrows, his lips easing into a thin smile. "I see that," He says as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. "Could I join you?"

You shrug. "If you want to."

He slowly tugs at the zipper of his jacket before hugging it all the way down, slipping it over his shoulders and letting it drop on the floor, leaving him in only a button-down.

He starts to undo the first button, but you stop him.

"C'mere," You call him over, watching as he crouched down and let's you to unbutton it for him, which you do in record-breaking time.

When you were done, and you rid him of that too, he doesn't stand up yet. He was staring at you, and the light coming from the blurred window he was facing made him look really angelic, the way it shapes his face and brightens his eyes.

"I love you, Y/N," He says lowly with a smile.

"I know you do," You rub his temples.

He pulls off his jeans and steps into the bath with you, getting in on the opposite side so he could face you.

"Ouch," He scrunches his face, "This is hot."

You laugh. "You're too cute."

He pauses, staring at you again.

"Y/N?"

You widen your eyes a little. "Hmm?"

"I'm really sorry about the other day."

You sigh. "No, Shawn, you don't have to -"

"I've been thinking, and I realized that. . . I want to have a family with you, Y/N. I really do."

You freeze, your jaw slowly dropping.

"The other day, I just got all clammed up because. . . I was just imagining a little baby. A mini-Y/N or mini-Shawn running around, and that baby would be our child, Y/N, and the fact that it was a real possibility it just. . . left me kind of speechless. But I do want a baby, Kitten. I do."

You wave your fingers around in the water. "Y-You do?"

He nods.

"This is. . . this is such great news," You lean forward and let out a giggle, kissing him on the forehead. "When do you want to, like, start trying?"

He thinks for a minute. "Well, you know, Y/N, we could always start now."

"Now?"

"Now," He chuckles, "I mean, we're both currently naked and we have as long as we want."

"I love you too," You respond. "And I can't wait for our own child to raise."

He leans forward quickly and snakes his arms around your waist, arching your back as he presses his lips gently to your cheek. "You're really turning me on right now," He says, laughing. "I'm sorry, but I just love the idea of no condoms and everything."

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A/N

KITTEN.

Happy 4th of July guys! (If you don't live in America then happy random day in summer)