Shawn Mendes Imagines

Family First

its been like 21 yrs since i posted an imagine whoops sorry fam

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You were inching towards the end of your first pregnancy, and the mood swings have become your average personality. You honestly tried as hard as you could to stop them, but nothing helped-- and you weren't sure how long you could keep going the way you were.

Your main problem, however, was your husband, Shawn. He struggled to put up with it all, but you could tell he was starting to get annoyed, and his patience was slowly decreasing each passing day.

And also, he seemed to be somewhat afraid of you.

Anytime you would yell at him he got these big puppy eyes like he was about to cry, but then he shook it off and walked away until you had cooled down.

You always felt bad about yelling at him over something that certainly wasn't his fault, and you knew that anything he did, he was only trying to help. Still, you couldn't stop. The harsh words always seemed to pour out if you at random times.

One evening, you had fallen asleep on the couch while watching tv. All the medication had caused you to be quite drowsy.

You woke up to Shawn shaking your shoulder, his fingers softly pressed to your skin.

"Hmm?" you turn to face him.

"You have to wake up, honey," he says softly. "You're going to be late for your appointment if you don't."

"What time is it?" you ask him, sitting up slowly.

He turns to look at the microwave. "Four thirty."

"My appointment isn't until six-thirty... unless I'm wrong?"

"No, it's at six-thirty. But... "

You furrow your eyebrows, his grin slowly appearing as he moves his face closer to yours, leaning over the edge of the couch.

"I drew you a bath," he whispers softly into your ear.

You pull back, his lips millimeters from yours-- you could already taste them. He smiles.

"I know how much you hate the clinic," he says, his voice still lowered, raspy. "I figured this might help."

You close the gap between you and peck at his lips lightly, kissing him until you couldn't wait any longer for a nice, hot bath.

He looks at you after you pull away with admiration, his hands lowering to your stomach. "Has our baby girl kicked today?"

You take a deep breath, before shaking your head. "It'll happen soon. I can feel it."

"Me too," he says, before kissing your cheek one last time. "And baby, listen, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For being a wuss. I get overly upset when you freak out on me, missing my old Y/N. But I know how much support you need as you're inching towards the end of your pregnancy, and I'm just being a total... shithead."

You giggle at his choice of words, shaking your head softly. "You're not a shithead, baby."

"Do you need anything?" He asks, attentive now. "IBP, Chipotle, anything? I can run and get it before we have to go."

"I think I'd rather have you join me, Shawn."

He looks confused. "Join you... in the bath?"

"Please?" You pout, sticking out your bottom lip. He grins with anticipation and nods slightly, eyes lighting up.

He follows you into the bathroom and helps you undress, a task that has become difficult with your abnormally large stomach. He helps you into the tub, too, before even touching his own clothes.

While he was sitting across from you after several minutes of soaking in the warm water, hands placed carefully on your abdomen under the layers of bubble bath, eyes locked on yours, you both felt it at the same time.

You first assumed Shawn had pressed down on the skin of your abdomen, and you jolted forward in the water, confused and frightened, for only a moment.

"Did she just-- "

"She kicked me!" You exclaim, your eyes widening as you look down at your tummy, moving the soapy substance away for a more clear image. You wanted to feel it again to be sure it was real. A sudden shift in movement from the opposite side of your flesh was certainly the strangest, yet most exhilarating event you've ever experienced.

"I felt her," Shawn repeated under his breath numerous times.

He gives you a knowing smile, pulling you even closer and planting a kiss on your forehead with his soaking wet lips. He moves a stringy strand of hair away from your face, fingers caressing your temple. "It was hard to imagine at first."

You didn't want to break the quiet moment with an increased volume, so you whisper, "what?"

He exhales through his nose. "I knew my daughter was growing inside you, I only thought about it every second of every day. But feeling her kick was like... Like a wake up call. She's really there. Our sweetheart. We made that."

"Crazy, right?" You scoff. "Tv doesn't capture the beauty of childbearing as well as it should."

"I can't even prosper starting a family with anyone else, honey," Shawn's smile shapes his words. "I have to go call Aaliyah, she's going to scream."

He stands up in the water, pulling you up carefully with him. He wraps you up gently into a towel he has warmed by placing it over the heater, kissing you again, on your exposed shoulder. He was still smiling as his lips touched your skin.

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