Shawn Mendes Imagines

Tattoo

* Shawn's POV *

I was in the studio with my son, Jason who wanted to come with me desperately, watching how his dad is working on a new album. I sang the last few sentences and after that I came out of the booth.

"We could put some echoing in it and it'll be amazing" one of the music producers said. "Yeah we can do that" I looked at the computer and listened to what we have recorded.

"Dad!"

"Hi Jason, what did you do until I sang?"

I picked him up and made my way to find something eatable.

"Not much" he looked at my tattoo on my right arm, the one with the lightbulb and traced his finger over it.

"Dad?"

"Yes Jason?"

"Can I get a tattoo?" He asked as I put him down on a couch.

"Why do you want to have one?"

"Because you have so many and they look so cool, you still have the one with my name?" He asked searching for his one.

"It's here" I showed him my left arm with his name on it.

"And do you have one for mum?"

"Yes, you know the one on my chest over my heart?"

"Yes"

"That's the one for mum" I smiled at him and ate a bite from the muffin I found.

"Why don't you have a dragon tattoo?"

"Why should I have one?" I asked him raising a brow.

"Because it would look extremely cool and Jake's dad has one and it's so big and colorful" he explained.

"Look Jason, if you want to have something some day tattoed somewhere on your body, it has to have a special meaning for you, you know? The one for your mum is especially meaningful cause I love her so much, I could not explain it. Then there's yours cause you're my son and I really love you and there'll be one for your brother too as soon as he's born. And you know the other ones, the tours, grandma and grandpa and of course aunt Aaliyah are really important persons in my life just like you. So don't just get a tattoo because it looks cool, I think it's more cool if you have a tattoo that means something, okay?"

"I can't wait to have a tattoo!" He said excitedly looking at my tattoos.

"You still have time til then." I chuckled and put my hands on my knees

"Now come on, we're going home okay? You can tell mum what we did today". I said and grabbed his and my jacket from the hanger.

"Can we get some ice before going home?" He looked at me pouting.

"Okay" I gave in "but don't tell mum!".

"Secret locked" he said closing his mouth, imaginary zipping it and throwing the key away.