Shawn Mendes Imagines

XXI ✧ BREAKFAST IN BED

"Hey," Shawn cooed, "Wake up." His lips pecked my cheek softly. I groaned, trying to push him away. He didn't budge.

"No." I protested, "Too early." I wasn't exactly a morning person, and the state that I was in only made my laziness ten times worse. He chuckled as I placed my hands on his chest, using all my strength to try and move him from over me.

I opened one eye and looked at the amused grin on his face. "That's all you got?" He teased.

"Get out." I rolled my eyes and turned over, trying to get comfortable under the comforter. I felt his weight lift off the bed and let out a hum of satisfaction. He listened for once.

Suddenly the sheets were yanked off of my body. I shivered as the cold air hit my skin. "Shawn!" I shot up and frowned at him.

"Get the hell up, Y/n." He laughed at me as I whined, trying to grab the cover back from him.

  "But I'm tired." I dragged out my words, hoping that he would give in. "You know I have to rest."

  He narrowed his eyes at me. We stared at each other for a moment before he sighed, "Fine, but only for a little while. Then you're gonna come eat. I will drag you out of this bed if I have to, Y/n." He said sternly.

  I nodded. He was just concerned about me. He handed me back the covers before turning to walk out of the room. I grabbed his hand, making him turn around.

  "Kiss?" I smiled innocently at him, puckering my lips. This time it was him who rolled his eyes. He leaned down and pecked my lips softly. "I love you." I said.

  He smiled. "I love you too." He kissed my forehead. "And you," He placed a hand on my growing stomach. He got on his knees and placed a kiss on it as well. "Daddy can't wait to meet you."

He looked back up at me, his warm smile reaching his eyes. "I'm giving you half an hour." He said softly before getting up and walking out of the room.

I let out a sigh of content, rubbing my belly "You heard that, little one? Back to sleep we go." I crawled back under the covers.

I woke up to the smell of food cooking. Well, food burning actually. I sat up, running a hand through my messy bed head.

"Shawn?" I called out.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He yelled back from the kitchen of our apartment.

"Are you burning something?" I made a face as the smell invaded my nostrils even more. Shawn knew that he couldn't cool to save his life. I didn't even know that he knew how to work our stove.

"No, no. Everything's fine, honey." He replied, although he sounded like he was in a panic. "Shit, shit." I heard him whisper yell.

I got out of bed and put on my slippers. Shawn couldn't cook to save his life, and he sounded like he was having some trouble. I opened the door to my bedroom, about to come out when he ran down the hall.

"No!" He shouted. I looked at him weirdly. "Get in the bed, babe. Everything's fine." He placed his hands on my shoulders and tried to turn me around.

"Why are you acting so weird? And what the hell are you burning?" I tried to move around his tall figure, but he wouldn't budge.

"It's nothing, I swear. Just go back to sle-" The smoke detectors began to beep, causing both of us to jump.

"Shit!" Shawn yelled, running back into the kitchen.

I followed him, my eyes widening when I saw that our kitchen was covered in smoke.

"Shawn Peter Raul, what did you do?" I covered my mouth and nose with the hoodie that I was wearing. He picked up a dish towel and began to wave it around, trying to clear the air. He quickly grabbed the pan that contained the burning substance and threw it into the sink, turning on the water.

"You shouldn't be in here. Go-go back in the bedroom." He said as he began to cough.

I turned around and retreated back into our room. I let out a breath that I was holding. A minute later the smoke detectors silenced and Shawn came back in, coughing up a storm.

"You okay?" I began to pat his back.

He nodded. "I was- I was trying to make you breakfast, but I remembered that I don't know how to cook. I'm sorry." He began to pout.

"Oh my gosh." I began to laugh, clutching my stomach. "You almost burned our house down trying to make eggs."

His pout turned into a frown. "It was bacon, actually." He wasn't too amused.

"I'm- I'm gonna pee on myself." I hunched over, trying to catch my breath.

"Please don't. You've done it before and it was freaking gross." He took a step back, eyeing me up and down.

My laughter ceased and I narrowed my eyes at him. "You try walking around with a person laying on your bladder and see how many times you have to pee, jackass."

He let out a chuckle and kissed my forehead. "Not so funny now is it? I'm sorry I ruined your breakfast though. I wanted to make you happy."

"Shawn you didn't have to make me some kind of fancy breakfast. I'm pregnant. I would've been excited if you made me a damn pop-tart. You make me happy." I wrapped my arms around his neck. I lightly scratched at his hair. "Thank you though. I appreciate you more than you know."

"Anything for you, mamas. I'll just let you cook next time." He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can we eat pop-tarts though?" I asked.

"Coming right up, honey. I promise I won't burn them."

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I'm back from the dead, merry chrysler ❤️