His baby

Shawmila wedding

Your pov
"Hold still Michael" you say as you help him put his tuxedo on. "Momma do we have to go?" Michael says. "We have to go for daddy it's his wedding." "Why does he have to marry Camila? She's a meanie, why can't he marry you?" You sigh.
"The world just doesn't work that way Michael, but just remember I'll always be your mom and he'll always be your dad" you say with a sympathetic smile. Michael sighs. You and Michael leave for the wedding.

Shawn's pov
I look at myself in the mirror. After all that has happened the past few months has led up to this wedding. The reconnection with Y/n and Michael, Camila cheating on me, the world finding out I have a son, kissing Y/n, all the good and the bad.
"Shawn it's time." I take a deep breath and walk out there. I spot Michael outside the big doors and I walk over to him. "Hey buddy" I say. He looks up at me and hugs my legs. I hug back. "Hi daddy" Michael says with a big smile.
"You excited?" "Not really." I look at him confused. "What's the matter?" I ask. "Camila." I sigh. "But Michael I love her." But did I really? "I know it's just she's a meanie." "Michael I'll change that I promise, I'll make her the best step mom ever." "Promise?" "Promise. See you out there ring bearer"
I say as I walk out to my spot. The music starts playing as the all the wedding party comes out. I wave to Michael as he comes out and he waves back. Then she comes out. Camila. Man I'll have to admit she's easy on the eyes.
"Please join hands" the officiant says. I look at Camila deep in the eyes as we join hands. "Friends, Family we are join here today because of the love of Shawn Peter Raul Mendes and Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao have for each other."
After the officiant says a few more things Camila and I exchange vows. During Camila's vows I start to tear up. Then I tell my vows and Camila is crying. After the vows we put each other's rings on each other.

Your pov
"And now any if any of you don't want these two to marry, speak now or forever hold your peace." You want to raise your hand but you decide to hold your word. "Well looks like no so" but officiant gets interrupted. "I object."

(A/n: next part when be the end of my story. Comment if you want a sequel to this story.)