Shawn Mendes Imagines

Piano morning

I woke up in our bed with Shawn only to find myself alone. I looked at the clock on my night stand and read that it was only a few minutes after eight am. I laid there for a while because I didn't wanted to get up, we hadn't slept much cause we talked until two in the morning so all I really wanted was to get a little more sleep. Suddenly I heard the piano being played and knew that my beautiful husband started to play some beautiful songs which I loved.

I put on my robe and took a warm blanket which I put on my shoulders to keep me warm while outside was snowing. I walked quietly into our living room where a beautiful white piano stood, wanting to be played.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Man it doesn't show signs of stoppin'
And I brought some corn for poppin'
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"

I heard him sing one of the most famous Christmas songs peacefully looking out the window as his fingers glided through the different keys to reach the right notes. I slowly walked behind his back, him not noticing me and I kissed his cheek as he turned his head again to the window. "Oh, y/n! Did I wake you up? Sorry" he turned to look into my eyes as I sat down behind him on the little chair and put my blanket also on his bare shoulders.

"No, I was already awake. But you know that I love it when you play the piano, so I wouldn't miss it" He chuckled and I put my hands around his torso, ending up on his also bare chest. "What do you want me to play?" "Hmm I don't know, play me some Christmas songs so I can get in the mood" I said kissing his shoulder. "First I'm gonna get my morning kiss" he turned to the side to see my face. I just rolled my eyes and smiled as he kissed me.

"So now, what song should I play?" He questioned himself looking out the window. "Oh, I know!" His fingers slowly started to play a familiar melody.

"You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to town!

He's making a list, and checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town!

He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake. He knows when you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!"

"Hey! I'm good!" I looked at him in surprise. "Sure. Then who's that who moans my name nearly every night?" I rolled my eyes at him and wanted to get up from behind him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto his lap. "You know I'm just joking, right? You always gonna get a gift from Santa so you don't have to be always good, you can be my cute, ticklish, naughty girl." he stroke my arm up and down and I just laughed at him.

"What's so funny?" "It's just that you give me permission to be naughty as if I wouldn't be it like right now" "Well, I've got a few ideas for you then" he put my hair from one side of my neck away and kissed it softly. It felt so amazing, just this little tenderness he gave me every time but I knew it that things would only be ending up a little different. Ok, not a little different, but though he always showed me how much he loved me.