Shawn Mendes Imagines

How have you been?

I woke up to my child screaming, needing food. I start whining. Why is this so damn hard?

I get up and go over to her crib, where she lay there, screaming her damn head off. I pick her up, bringing her downstairs with me to make her some of my nipple juice. (Very weird but it is true)

I look at her. Damn. She's going to look so much like Shawn. That's going to hurt me more than anything about her. She thankfully has my personality. Shane wasn't always the best kid growing up. Then again, I was the one who stopped him from doing stupid shit.

"Okay, here's your nipple juice." I say calmly as my daughter sucks the bottle. She may be a pain in the buttox, but she is too cute to keep getting mad at.

I heard a knock on the door which frightened me. Who could be up this late and wanting to visit me? Only a robber would want to do that. Or a rapist. I quickly go upstairs, quietly as possible. I put my daughter in her crib and slowly go downstairs. I run over to the door to see who was here. I look through the peep hole only to find Shawn, standing there. He looked healthy, cleansed. But his eyes were crying for help. Like, they were literally full of tears and were red.

"Shawn? What the hell are you doing here? It's 3 in the god damn morning!" I say after I opened the door.

"I miss you. I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I want to see my daughter. Yeah, I know about that. You think you could hide that from me for long? I've been dying since I left. Please, I just want you back. I want to be in my daughters life. You are everything to me, and I can't go through life knowing I have a daughter and I'm the fucked up father who isn't there for her." Shawn said, tears going down his face which seemed like it stung.

"Shawn, the reason why you aren't going to be in her life is because you were drunk, I came into the house to say I love you from my long day at work, but you got pissed off at me for disturbing you, so you pushed me. You pushed me into a wall and threatened me. Do you not realize how terrified I was? It would be awful to have my daughter apart of that. I'd rather her have no father than to have a dad who would beat her because he "had a rough day"."

"I was drunk! I was stupid! I had no clue! I wasn't even there! Drinking is like entering a demon into you. I was technically possessed! I love you! I'm very sober as well. I have been since that day you kicked me out! I can't do it! I've been wanting to kill myself! Do you see that? That's how much I would die for you! For gods sake, I'm at your doorstep at 3 in the morning trying to get you to forgive me! It's been about a year now since we divorced and I've been dying this entire time! I love you! And nothing is going to stop me from loving you!" Shawn walked into my house, I tried standing my guard to not let him in. He lightly grabbed my chin and kissed me. I tried pushing him off, but it felt too good. I missed him as well. I missed his soft lips. I missed everything. I gave up and started to kiss him back.

"Where's my daughter?" Shawn asked, still not fully done with his apology. I pointed upstairs, hoping Shawn wouldn't try anything. He ran upstairs. I closed the door behind me and followed him. When I came upstairs, Shawn was over his crib, in tears again.

"I missed her getting born. She is beautiful. I missed it." He said. I kind of felt like crying as well.

"How old is she?" He asked, still not looking up.

"She's only 2 weeks old." I say. Shawn looked up. He was somewhat happy that he didn't miss everything.

"May I hold her." I nod. Shawn picked her up. She seemed a bit grumpy, but once she got comfy into Shawns arms, she was fine and went back to sleep.

"She's so cute. She's so beautiful. Definitely not the trait she picked from me." Shawn said. I smirk at what he said. He came over to me.

"Can we, re-marry?" Shawn hit onto one knee once again, this time a daughter in his hands. He pulled out the ring I through at him almost a year ago and held it out. I grabbed the ring and stared at it. I really wasn't sure of what I wanted to do. Of what my decision is. I held my hand out and put it back into my finger. This time, it really felt like it fit, and it felt good.