Shawn Mendes Imagines

Christmas miracle Xmas #3]

FYI pretend that your pregnant at Christmas time.

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  •your pov•

  It's Christmas Eve and Shawn and I have decided that we didn't want to do anything to night.

Obviously we spent the day with his family earlier but after all that we decided that we just wanted to be lazy bums for the rest of the night.

So here I am chilling on the couch in our somewhat new condo in Toronto.

I'm slightly brought out of my social media haze by Shawn and I's little baby girl stirring slightly inside of me.

  I smile slightly while rubbing my hand over my pouching belly before going back to replying to the sweet, supportive Instagram comments.

All of the sudden one comment catches my eye.

[a/n: I couldn't come up with a good username here so insert what you'd like]

@randomuser: merry Christmas to my faves! I hope you guys have an amazing few days! I can't wait to see your precious little family grow! Hoping you get some kind of Christmas miracle! @y/ig/n 🧡

  I couldn't help but crack a smile at that one. Shawn's fans have been really supportive of our relationship from the beginning. And now they are more than supportive of our growing family.

Since they obviously care a lot I decided to reply to their lovely comment.

@y/ig/n: thank you love! I hope you have a merry Christmas/Hanukkah/holidays as well! 💕

Deciding that I would end on that comment, I shut off my phone before pushing myself off of the couch and into the kitchen.

Despite having eating a bunch at Shawn's parent's house the baby and I were starving.

Since I felt way to lazy to actually cook something, I grab a bowl and fill it up with some cocoa pebbles and almond milk.

Just as I begin to indulge in my heavenly second dinner, Shawn casually strolls into the kitchen, humming some random tune.

He chuckles the second he sees me; chilling and eating my cereal.

"Babe, how are you still hungry?" Shawn laughs as he makes his way closer to me.

  "Can you blame me?" I question, "I'm technically eating for two here."

Shawn then laughs even more at my sassy reply. "No I guess I can't babe, but one might thing you were actually eating for four."

"Are you calling me fat, Mendes?" I ask, pretending that I was actually offended by his comment.

"Of course not Hun," Shawn says, kissing my temple, "I'm calling you pregnant."

"Uh huh and who's fault is that?" I ask putting emphasis on 'who's'.

"It takes two to make a baby, darling" Shawn replies in a song-song voice.