Shawn sits at the pool side checking his emails and doing his work. He won't come play with us. Skylar is doing the dog paddle in her little life jacket, and in swimming with Noah, he's in his life jacket. "Come play daddy." Skylar smiles at her father who looks back at her holding up his one finger signifying that he'll be a minute. "You've been saying that for an hour." She begs and he sighs. He wants to play with her I know he does but he always has work to do and coming here was a gift of sorts from his father. An anniversary present if you will. It was mainly his mom though, she wanted him out of the house and to stop working so much.
"I guess I can spare ten minutes." He nods pushing his laptop back into the bag and leaving it with Brooke who's working on her tan while Scott and Daisy play in the water a ways away. They say that they wanna pretend they're on a separate vacation, that we aren't here together they're just here in case. "What should we play?" He eases himself into the cold water and nears. It's soothing from all of the sun rays, but he wishes he was still sitting there watching the stock markets and sending angry emails.
"Mama will you and Noah come play too?" She smiles and I nod moving closer inch by inch, Noah gets scared if I move him any faster.
"What are we playing doll?" I smile laying the boy on his back so he can float, he likes floating. He tries to float away and I giggle daring him back which makes him laugh. These two are so happy it will never fail to put a smile on my face.
"I don't know," she shrugs swimming as best she can trying not to splash too much. "I just wanted to play." She smiles making Shawn gasp, playfully at the little girl.
"You interrupted me," he chuckles lifting her out of the water kissing her cheek before throwing her into the water.
"Daddy," she scolds and he chuckles.
"Should I do it again?" He smiles kissing her cheek and dunking her in the water just in front of him. I just watch my little boy float. He's floating around without a single care.
"Excuse me?" Someone questions and I then lifting my boy from the water momentarily. "Oh my god it is you." Soon Shawn's and Skylar are both nearer to me so Shawn can listen. "And you!" They gasp at him and he furrows his eyebrows. "Are you, are you Cameron, and Shawn Mendes?" I smile a little.
"My name was said first." I giggle to him and he rolls his eyes shoving me softly, discreetly but he does. "Yes we are, and you are?" I raise an eyebrow laying Noah back in the water letting him float.
"I'm just a huge fan of the mendes corporation, all of my software electronics everything is you guys." Shawn nods while our little girl swims circles around him. "You're even better looking in person." She bites her lip at him.
"Mhm?" I cough and she turns.
"And you, you pioneered your way to the top of the company!" She gasps. "And you have two kids, how do you make time?"
"We don't always work on the same days." Shawn looks annoyed and rather angry at the fact that someone would disturb his family time.
"Alright," she nods still completely ecstatic while I watch my kids playing Noah rolls over and gets a face full of water, which he especially hates. "It was very nice to meet you." She nods and makes her way off.
"Thank god." Shawn chuckles and I roll my eyes.
"She just wanted to say hi, people can say hi." I lift my baby boy and Shawn holds our little girl while he leans to give me a kiss. "Noah's restless." I hum while he squirms in my arms. Brooke rushes to my side. "He's so restless." I chuckle and she shakes her head rushing him to her medical supplies.
"He's not restless he's seizing."
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He got in a helicopter and they flew him to Seattle. We brought Skylar home and Aaliyah's staying with her while were in Seattle. I don't understand what happened or why, but I've never been more grateful to anyone in my life. The doctors have been saying that any longer and he wouldn't be with us anymore. These are supposed to be the best paediatricians in the world. We had them fly him here and Shawn has made sure that every doctor in here understands that they can't make him regret bringing our son. He's been calling Aaliyah a lot, about once every hour, but he barely speaks. He only gives short answers , always one word. I've only spoken to doctors and to Shawn telling him to shut up and let them do their jobs. "Hello I'm doctor Burke." He extends a hand and I shake it only for the curtesy. "I am a cardio thoracic surgeon."
"Is there something wrong with his heart? The doctors have never found anything wrong with his heart before?" I beg him almost to give me good news, but I know there's nothing but the bad coming.
"Why don't you follow me," he leads us away, I stay clutching Shawn's arm and he squeezes my hand. "He has a small heart deformity and we can operate if you'd like, we caught it early and he won't have to deal with it in the future if we get it done now, but if we wait it could cause greater issues in his life in the future." He explains but it all just goes over my head. He's even speaking in regular English too, I just can't comprehend any of this stuff. "This is doctor Shepard, he's the neurosurgeon."
"We found what caused the seizure, it's a small bleed. An aneurism, and we can operate to fix that as well. Everything else seems to be in good condition though." He nods leading us into his room finally. "He's a really good kid, very patient, very kind." He nods shutting the door behind us. "It's your choice about the surgeries, they may be life saving though." I look into the little crib at my little boy who giggles and reaches up for us.
"Can I lift him?" I look around and he nods.
"Hello baby." Shawn smiles kissing his head. "I finally understand how awful it must be." He sighs kissing my head as well. "I'm sorry I put you through this so often." I nod softly, I just wanna cuddle my baby. Put him to sleep even.
"Hello you two," doctor Montgomery our paediatric surgeon smiles. She's the very best that we could find and we want the best for our baby. Even if it means coming to another country. "I was wondering if I could get some more medical information from one of you?" We nod waiting for her to ask us questions.
"Yeah baby, that's the doctor." I smile while he reaches out for her in giggling fits. He's so sweet and I love this little boy too much to let him go. "Would you like to hold him?" I turn with a soft smile. "I think he likes you." I chuckle while she nods taking the infant.
"I was wondering about the seizures, are either of you epileptic or have family members with epilepsy or any other health issues that could've been passed down?" Shawn chuckles a little staring at his feet.
"I've been declared epileptic." He nods. "Before he was," he pauses trying to find he right word. We usually just say made but I understand where he'd struggle given he's talking to a doctor. "Conceived I got into an accident with a nail gun and we went through a whole TBI experience." He explains the story of his TBI his epilepsy and whatever else there might be wrong with him.
"Alright well maybe we should get you checked out as well, seizures shouldn't be happening so often." I bite down on my lip in fear. I don't wanna be waiting for both of my boys to get out of surgery alone.
"I'm fine." He urges, we're here for our baby boy, not him. I don't mean to be rude but its the truth and he knows it.
"Can we at least run some tests?" She raises an eyebrow giving me back the baby. "An MRI, a couple of X-rays?"
"I suppose if we must, but Noah is and will remain the priority." His hands start shaking softly in my ow.
"You're ok," I hum. "You can't tell her you're fine and then seize baby." I chuckle as does he.
"I'm scared." He whispers, this is how doctors have told him to try and deal with it. He's supposed to put his emotions into words, and tell someone what's wrong. It becomes challenging when no one is around to listen though. "We won't loose him, will we?" He my baby too, my big baby, he's taller than me but younger than me and at some points in time he has the mental capacity of a five year old. But I will always love him, and most of the time I treat him as I would Skylar. If she needed help, if she was as scared as we are, I'd be calm, and I'd coo as softly as possible,
"He's a strong little boy. And if you can fight like that for your life, he can too."
