Shawn Mendes Imagines

He gets sick

I woke up due to Shawn moving around a lot. I turned over and saw Shawn drenched in sweat as he pushed the covers off of him tossed and turned. "Shawn." I said shaking him lightly. His eyes slowly opened and lifted his head. The moonlight that filled the room showed Shawn's pale face. "Baby what's wrong?" I asked feeling his forehead. "I don't feel good." His voice was hoarse and sounded like he had a stuffy nose. I got out of the bed and walked to the door before Shawn stopped me. "Where are you going?" He asked turning on the lamp that was beside the bed. "I'm going to get you some medicine, I'll be right back." I said. I walked quickly to the kitchen and turned the light on. I opened the cabinet beside the sink and scanned over the medicine. I got him a Tylenol to break his fever and a glass of water. I turned the light off and walked back up the stairs. My 3 month old son's bedroom door was cracked a little so I could see him sleeping peacefully in his crib.

"Here take this." I said handing Shawn the white pill. I gave him the glass of water and laid back down beside him. He drank all the water and turned the light off. "Thank you." He said turning to face me. "Well I can't have you being sick, I mean I do want to kiss you." I shrugged. He smiled. He went to wrap his arms around me, but stopped when he realized that he might be contagious. "Shawn I don't care if you're sick, I want to cuddle." I said. "But you might get sick." He said looking at me. "So? Then we'll  both be sick and have to stay home and cuddle. What a shame." I said sarcastically shaking my head and turning my back towards Shawn. "I love you." He said laughing a little and wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I fell asleep peacefully, but woke up with a stuffy nose.