Baby Mendes//S.M.

Chapter Four - Being the dad I kind of have to

Shawn's POV                                                                                                                      -------------------------                                                                                                       (2 Years later...(So they've been married for 4 years now))                       ---------------------------------------------------------

It was two weeks. Just two weeks and I wanted to stay, but I couldn't. I had to leave. I was going back on tour, and the girls were three and a half years now. They have started walking, talking, and making messes everywhere. I was going to miss this. Miss being with the girls, helping Melony, and missing everything. I was leaving in Two weeks.

But I didn't know what to tell her. Oh, hey Mel, I just want you to know that I think I'm feeling things for Camila. That girl I work with. She would be furious. I don't know what to do now. I love Melony, and I wouldn't give her up. Hell, I married her, because I love her so damn much, I just don't know anymore. I wouldn't do this to her. Not again. Not after four years of the girls, and four years of us. 

Not now.

Now, all I was the past three days were nervous around Melony. I wanted so bad to fly out there, and just meet Camila again, but I didn't want to leave Melony's side. It just wouldn't make sense, and I make myself feel sick when I think about this.

Why me? Out of all people? Why do I have feelings for Camila that I Should not be having?

"Baby? What's wrong? Your pacing the floor again." Meony said from beside of me. "You only do that when you're nervous. Are you okay?"

No, I'm not okay. Yes, I am nervous. She didn't ask about what, and I do not want to tell her. I can't.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, trying to calm myself down.

I sit down on the couch and take deep breaths. Melony places her hand on my back, and it soothes me, but not enough. I see the girls coming from upstairs, and they say hi to us, as Alice walks up to me, and tugs on my hand.

"Daddy? Do you want to play dollies with me?" She says, and I smile.

"Will Andi not play with you?" I ask, and she shakes her head. 

"Andi," I say, and she looks over at me. "Why won't you play dolls with her?" I ask, and she shrugs.

"I don't wanna." She says, and I recall that from somewhere. 

Melony says it a lot. I know where she gets it from.

"I think it's about time for some lunch. Maybe mommy will make you guys something will I go upstairs to play with Ali. Okay?" I say, and Andi nods.

"Yay! Lunchtime!" She says happily, running into the kitchen with Melony.

I stand up, slightly bending over since Alice isn't tall enough. He hand reaches all the way up, and I laugh. I surprise her, by lifting her off her feet, and spinning her around, while she squeals. I place her on my hip, carrying her up the stairs, while she giggles. 

Just like Melony does.

I set her down, and we walk into their room, that we changed up a bit. We gave them a small bed instead of the crib they slept, which was a lot easier. She sits on the floor, placing her legs in a 'w' shape, just like Melony does. Her dolls were lying on the floor, and I sat down, cross-legged on the floor with her.

"Here, you can be this one," She says, handing me a doll with long hair. "I'll be this one." She says, holding a doll with long purple hair.

She starts acting with the dolls, moving them around, and talking for them. I've played with her before - being the dad I kind of have to - so I know how to do this. Sort of.