Desire | Shawn Mendes

EPILOGUE

- TWO MONTHS LATER -

Song of the Chapter: Fallin' All In You - Shawn Mendes

"Baby you / Are bringing out a different kind of me / There's no safety net that's underneath / I'm free / Fallin' all in you..."

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I wake up to the comfort of the bed and watch as the sun shone directly into the open window. With a quick stretch, I get up from the bed and place my hair up in a bun before disrobing and stepping into a warm morning shower. I gently wash my now three and a half month bump and cradle it before finishing off my shower, then stepping out as I get dry and put on my dress for the day.

I remove my hair from the bun and it cascades down to my breast in gentle waves. Afterwards I grab my makeup bag and apply brow gel and cream highlight before looking at my reflection in the mirror. My pregnancy and happiness brought on a glow to my skin and with the past week I've been in Florence, Italy, my skin had a slight tan and few sun freckles.

A knock comes at the door of the small hotel room and I rush on over to it. I open the door to the driver and smile at him.

"The car is ready." He tells me.

"Thank you. I'm just getting my shoes." I say as I close the door. The shoes I would wear for today were still in the box and rather than breaking them in like I was supposed to, I had simply done the opposite of it. But I knew I would regret the dumb decision later on, but for now I would simply slip them on and grab my bag before exiting the hotel room and heading into the rickety elevator and then leaving the small hotel altogether.

"Ready, Miss Callaghan?" He asks me.

"Absolutely." I smile as he opens the door for me. I get in the backseat of the small, black car and he closes the door for me before he went on over to the drivers side and getting in.

"Next stop, Boboli Gardens." He says.

In the last two months Shawn and I moved to Spain, but took a week off to enjoy ourselves in Italy. But last night we slept in different hotels because he wanted to keep a tradition alive, and I didn't want to make him feel like his want to respect a tradition seemed silly.

The baby was fine and healthy, and Shawn and I decided on delivering in Canada, where we would eventually move out to when we have all of our kids.

"I want four." I say to Shawn.

"Four? Why not go for five?" He replies.

"Five?"

"Too much?"

"We'd have to think of a fifth name then." I say.

"Wait, no, let's just keep it at four kids." Shawn says.

"Four?"

"Four." He winks at me.

My head rests against the window as we drove by and I lowered it a bit to inhale the scent of Florence. There were people gathered outside enjoying their morning and talking and eating and picking fresh fruit from stands. It reminded me of something only seen in movies. While at a stop, I notice a flower stand and I perk up in interest.