Shawn Mendes Imagines

XIX ✧ IN FIVE YEARS

  

  "Shawn?"

  "Yes?"

  "I can't sleep."

  He sighed, "Me neither." I sat up, leaning over and turning on the lamp. "Wanna watch TV?" He asked me. 

  I shook my head. "Can we just talk?"

  "Okay. Come here." He sat up and leaned against the headboard. I crawled over and sat in between his legs, resting my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my body and kissed my cheek, making me smile.

  "Why can't you sleep, baby?" He asked me. I simply shrugged. 

  "I was overthinking I guess. What about you?"

  "Jetlag." His fingertips ran up and down my arm. It made my skin tingle. "What are you thinking about that's keeping you up all night, if you don't mind me asking?"

  "The future."

  "Oh really? Where do you see yourself in five years?" He asked. I turned my head, looking at him. 

  "That's easy. With you."

  "Really?" His hands continued to mindlessly roam my skin. I hummed in response, wondering why he would ask such a thing.

  "What do you think our life will be like?" He rested his head on my shoulder. I sighed and reached up, tangling my hand in his messy hair.

  "Well, we'll be married, and we'll have two kids. A boy and a girl. Actually, I'd give you how ever many kids you want." I said.

  "Two kids sounds nice." He replied. He kissed my shoulder, "What else, baby?"

  "You're a musician and you're on tour all the time, so i'd stay home with the kids. And we'd come to your shows, so they can see how freaking talented their daddy is, but of course we can't come to every single show. So we'd facetime you every night before bed, so you could sing to them." I placed a lingering kiss on his lips, before continuing,

  "And when you came home we'd be so excited to see you. You'd play with the kids until they get tired, then we'd carry them up to their beds. After that we'd go in our room and I'd run you a hot bath and give you a massage. All while you tell me how amazing tour was and how much you love your fans. Then we'd have a little playtime of our own." I smirked. Shawn picked me up and pulled me onto his lap. I was now straddling him.

  "Hmm, so you've got it all planned out, eh?" His words were sort of muffled as he placed kisses on my neck. I tilted my head back, softly panting at the feeling. 

  "I think about it all the time." I admitted.

  "I think that sounds quite perfect. Consider it done." He stopped kissing me, and was now staring at my face. 

  "What?" I asked.

  "The life you want. In five years, it's yours. I promise." He smiled at me. 

  I grew excited. "Really?!"

  He nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Really, my love."

  I squealed, pushing him down onto the mattress and smothering his face with kisses.

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this one's short, but two imagines in one hour. my 4 am inspo is good to me.