Let's Have A Baby

Part 8**

Shawn managed to wrap up recording pretty quickly. He pulled some strings and was able to relocate production to a little studio in Toronto, which worked out well for everyone.

He didn't exactly take a week to get home like he'd said. It was more like three. This gave you time to learn what it was like to be pregnant, and it wasn't that bad. Pork, pickles, and fish made you sick, and you were tired all the time. Also emotionally unstable, causing you to be needy in every way. Some nights you would call Shawn in tears questioning his love for you, and others you would call him at 4am because you needed him to tell you what he was going to do to you when he got home. It was a healthy balance.

You insisted on picking him up at the airport, but he didn't want you dealing with Pearson Arrivals. It got a little hectic sometimes, and this whole baby thing was making him super-protective. He didn't even like you driving to his parents' house on Sundays.

He was catching the red-eye home, and you tried to stay up and wait for him. You really did. But this baby was just sucking the life out of you, so you got ready for bed, slipping into a big sleep shirt and some fluffy socks that you'd definitely end up kicking off. You sent Shawn a text apologizing, and mentioned that dinner was in the fridge if he was hungry. Getting comfortable, you curled up and fell asleep in minutes.

Drifting into a deep slumber, thoughts of Shawn filled your mind. It was a little distorted, but you longed for his touch as you felt an ache in your core. Dreaming of him kissing down your neck, grinding into the sheets to tide himself over until he could grind into you. Your dreams had been like this lately, which was most likely the product of not seeing your husband for a month and being pregnant with his child. Dream-Shawn began thrusting into you and it felt so good, but was interrupted when you were awoken by the feeling of the bed dipping beside you as a large arm wrapped around your middle. You could feel a bare chest pressed against your back and soft lips peppering kisses behind your ear. The smell of Shawn filled your nostrils.

You instantly turned around, placing your left hand on Shawn's chest as his lips found yours, kissing you softly. You felt him smile against you, pressing his forehead to yours and nuzzling your nose with his.

"I've missed you so much." he said, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. He loved the smell of home.

You kissed him again, but he pulled away this time, peeling the covers back and placing a hand on your stomach. Barely a bump, his baby was in there. He smiled ear-to-ear, planting a wet kiss on your cheek.

"I love you, Y/N. I love her, too." he breathed out, looking down at your tummy.

"Her?" you asked, pushing up onto your elbows.

"Yeah, her. It's a girl. I just know it." he smiled, giddy from finally being exposed to the family he so badly longed for.

"Okay, Shawn. She's our girl. I love you, too." you smiled, shaking your head and placing a soft peck on his cheek.

"You're okay, baby? I'm sorry I woke you up, is there anything you need?" he asked as you laid back down, turning to face him.

You thought about it, memories of the dream you just had floating back into your head. You felt your bare crotch growing warm, and it was settled. He was going to dick you down and that was it.

"Actually, Shawn, yeah. I need you to fuck me." you said flatly, maintaining a straight face as your left hand wandered to his boxers, fiddling with the waistband. Looking up at him, you saw his eyes grow wide as he reached for your left side, flipping you under him and hovering over you. His head hung low, his face hanging an inch from yours.

"Yeah?" he asked, biting his lip as his eyes travelled to your mouth, then finding yours again.

"Yes, Shawn. You've been away so long. I want you so bad. I'm sorry if this is weird. I just need you, like now." you closed your eyes, embarrassed of your desperation.