Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pb&j

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//Your pov//

I toss and and turn in my shared bed with Shawn, frustrated that the baby in my stomach won't allow me to sleep.

I'm currently six months pregnant and this baby has been moving nonstop.

I mean c'mon I'm helping keep you alive right now and pretty soon I will be pushing you out of my vagina so you can thrive in this word. Why can't you let me sleep!

Accepting the fact that I'm not gonna be sleeping any time soon I get up and head into the kitchen. I figure there's no use in keeping Shawn up with my constant movement.

As I'm waddling my way down the stairs I realize that I wails do absolutely ANYTHING for a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I figure that there is no reason to deny this baby the food it wants so I venture into the pantry to gather the needed ingredients.

Once I've acquired the things I need I begin to make two sandwiches.

Don't judge me I'm technically eating for two.

After they're made I realize that I don't feel like waddling over to the kitchen table since it's so late and I feel like a hippo. So I simply decide to lean against the counter and slide my way down to the floor.

I've just started on my second sandwich when I hear Shawn calling me from the top of the stairs.

"Y/n, baby? Where'd you go?" He shouts groggily.

"Kitchen!" I call back.

"So I assume you got hungry again and- Y/n what the hell are you doing in the floor?" Shawn says, cutting himself off.

"I didn't feel like walking over to the table." I said in a 'duh' tone before I took another bit of my heavenly sandwich.

Shawn chuckles at my comment before making a sandwich for himself and then joining me on the floor.

"Ya know the table is literally twenty feet away." Still grinning because we were on the floor.

"Hey! It's hard walking around with a huge ass baby in you 'stomach' for nine months. So I will take the minimal amount of steps during that time." I replied sassily, feeling sad now that my sandwich was gone.

"This baby sure is making you lazy." Shawn said squinting his eyes at me.

"Yeah, sadly once little pancake is out I won't have a excuse to be lazy anymore." I said looking down a my pouched out belly.

"Pancake? When did you nickname the baby that?" Shawn laughed.

"Just now." I said in all seriousness. "Aw damn now I want pancakes." I whine.

Shawn then starts laughing at my sudden craving.

"I'm sorry honey, how about I make you some in the morning?" He suggests.

"If you did that you would literally be my favourite person ever!" I said excitedly.

"Wasn't I already?" Shawn says with fake sadness.

"It was a tie between you and pancake, but that would put you in first place for now."

"Yay I'm winning take that pancake!" He says pointing at my belly.

"Shh don't be too loud. Pancake finally calmed down I don't want you to be the reason that this baby gets all wild again." I scolded. "Cause technically your in enough trouble for putting him/her there in the first place." I added pointing my finger at Shawn.

"okay, okay I'll be quiet babe" Shawn said putting his hands up in surrender "c'mon my love let's go to bed. The sooner we go to sleep the sooner you can have your pancakes."

"Yes! Let's go!" I said attempting to move. "Uh Shawn wait you're gonna have to help me up."

After Shawn finished laughing at the fact that I couldn't get up off the floor and helped get me and little pancake up, we both made our way back up the stairs to our bed.

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I seriously got the idea for this one while eating a pb&j.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and be sure to vote and comment any requests you have.

Also, I decided that I would try my best to update every weekend, but that could end up being on Saturday, Sunday or maybe even a Friday so we'll see.

Until next time,

Han.

Xo.

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