Shawn Mendes Imagines 2

Stressed

Y/N' P.O.V

Standing in the kitchen making lunch for me, Shawn, and our two kids I was just cutting some ham when I felt the overwhelming need to cry. Standing there with tears running down my face our kids looked at me.

"mom what's wrong?" Nathan asked.

"I don't know" I sniffled.

"Dad!" Nathan called.

"yeah bud?"

"somethings wrong with mom"

Hearing Shawn's footsteps barrel down the stairs he was by me in an instant.

"why don't you kids go to the basement and play with the xbox or something"

Watching the kids disappear and run downstairs I slowly sunk to the floor and leaned my back again the fridge.

"what's wrong Y/N?" he asked cradling me in his arms.

"I'm not sure" I leaning into him.

"your probably just stressed" he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my arm.

"yeah I think I am, I've been thinking a lot about when you go back on tour and what happens to me and the kids. I can't look after both of them by my self Nathan doesn't listen to me when your gone and Soph she's in her moody teenage years." I sighed.

"Don't worry Y/N well have it all figured out by then. I don't go on tour again until next year, we have time to figure things out"

"what about the festivals this year?"

"you guys can come with me!"

"really?" I asked raising my eyebrows in disbelief.

"yeah! The kids can miss some school"

Letting out a big sigh I was content for now. Just being in Shawn's arms like when we were teenagers.