Shawn Mendes Imagines

Makeovers

*y/d/n = your daughter's name

Shawn's POV

"Hey, honey, y/d/n is sick today, she's in her room," Y/n walked into the kitchen, her jacket draped across her arm as she reached for her steaming travel mug of coffee.

I simply nodded, continuing to cook pancakes on the stove, as she pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, running her hands down my bare back.

I turned towards her, my hands reaching out for her hips, which were covered in a tight, black pencil skirt.

"You want breakfast?" I mumbled against her temple as my lips lingered there for a moment as she reached upwards, gently wrapping her arms around my bare skin, fiddling with the gold chain around my neck.

"I can't, I'm already late, but please take good care of your little girl, she's still asleep," she smiled up at me as I nodded, promising to follow her instructions.

"Got it, babe," I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers for a moment, my hands sliding gently down her sides, admiring how she looked in her white blouse and curled hair, with minimal makeup and charm bracelets adorning her wrists, one which was a gift from me for our anniversary.

"I'll see you at seven, okay?" She released herself from my embrace, grabbing her coffee cup, and screwing the lid on.

"See you then. Oh, by the way, you look hot in that pencil skirt," I called out, slapping her backside, and whistling, as she walked out of the kitchen.

She giggled, sending me a middle finger before pointing at the stove, "Your pancakes are burning, idiot," she laughed.

"Damn it," I grumbled, tossing the burnt food into the trash beside me. The front door slammed shut and the faint sound of her car engine faded away as she left the driveway.

After setting the table for breakfast, I quietly went into our daughter's room, seeing her slightly awake, rubbing her eyes a bit.

"Hey, baby, how are you?" I mumbled, a small smile on my face as I gently squeezed her arm.

A warm pink rushed to her cheeks as she sat up, her thin blonde hair a tangled mess. She coughed a few times as I sat down beside her on the bed, rubbing her small back.

"Sick," she pouted, her fisted hands rubbing circles on her tired eyes.

"How about you and I go have breakfast together? I made pancakes," I whispered, kissing her forehead, knowing fully well that chocolate chip pancakes were her favorite.

She slipped out of the sheets, her tiny body headed for the bathroom. I helped her brush her teeth before the both of us walked hand-in-hand into the dining room. Plates of pancakes were already out on the table, and she giggled, climbing into a chair and reaching for the food.

"So what do else do you wanna do today?" I smiled at my daughter as I poured syrup over my stack of pancakes, watching as she stuffed her mouth with food.

"Makeover!" She squealed, waving her fork in the air as I chuckled, quickly eating my breakfast.

"Mommy's not home, princess," I replied, watching as a mischievous smile grew on her little face.

"Oh no, is daddy getting a makeover today, then?" I shook my head slowly as she nodded and laughed loudly, clapping her pudgy hands together in excitement.

After cleaning up the dishes, I joined my daughter in her bedroom, moving her stuffed animals aside so I had room to sit.

"Ready, daddy?" She giggled, her tiny teeth showing as she brought out her princess makeup kit, filled with chunky, glittered, cream eyeshadows and bright lipsticks.

"I don't know, pumpkin, I'm a little nervous," I admitted, letting out a small chuckled while she brought everything towards me, climbing onto my lap.

"Don't be scared, daddy, I'm gonna make you look beautiful," her little voice resounded in my ears as I shut my eyes, feeling her tiny fingers apply different items to my face.

She sat quietly on my lap as I held onto her. Soft giggles would occasionally slip past her little, pink lips as she continued to give me a make-over.

"Lipstick," she mumbled quietly, applying the hot pink color along my lips, then laughing loudly after I opened my eyes.

"What?" I laughed with her, "Do I look like a pretty princess now?"

"No," she smiled while I pouted, before she gave me a hug, then quickly realized she forgot something.

"The tiara!" She squealed, sliding off my lap and running to the other side of her room. After retrieving a small, bejeweled, plastic crown, she returned to where I was sitting, crawling up onto me and standing on my thighs, in order to place the tiara in my hair.

"All done," she lifted a mirror to my face and I immediately laughed at my appearance.

"Looks great, honey," I smiled while she made faces in the mirror as well, giggling at her reflection.

"Thanks, daddy," she grinned as I pulled her closer to me, "I love you a lot, even if you're not the prettiest princess."

"I love you too, baby girl."

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this was a draft from a while ago & it really sucks but i have nothing else to post and its been 2 weeks n the guilt of not updating was eating me alive im soRRY the next imagine will be amazing i promise!!

-Rebecca