Imagination|SM

Netflix and Chill

"Hello. I'm home." I yell when I walk in the door. Oddly, Shawn wasn't here to greet me today. I walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. Suddenly I felt a pair of large hands on my waist. The owner of the hands was silent, and didn't move. "Hey babe." I heard Shawn's voice as he pulled me back to kiss the top of my head. "Oh my god Shawn!" I breathed out. "Don't do that to me. I thought you might've been Julian. "Nope. I said that jerk would never lay hands on you." He defended himself. "Oh and good news. Julian is behind bars now. So it's all good." Shawn informed me. "That was quick." I commented. "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "When I was with him it took about a week to find him after I reported him. He was already wanted for a while before that thought." I explained. "Oh wow. That was quick." He commented. "But let's stop talking about this. I need some sleep tonight." I said. "No one cares about sleep." Shawn groaned. "Why did you have other plans?" I casually asked, already knowing what he was referring to. "Maybe..." he replied in a devilish voice. Before I could answer, he had his arms laced around my waist, and head buried in my neck. "Shawn I just got home." I pushed his head away. "But it's nine o'clock somewhere." He begged. "You realize the saying is 'It's five o'clock somewhere'?" I tried changing the topic. "I know it is. It's five o'clock here" he commented. "Oh speaking of five o'clock, what do you want to eat?" I asked. "You" he replied. I knew he was going to say that, but I was trying to be serious about real food. "Oh my god Mendes!" I slightly raised my voice. I also started to walk towards the door, just to tease him a bit. "Hold up, Nason!" Shawn cane running towards me. "Ew! I hate that name." Sorry dad. "Then marry me." He softly said. I smiled, then lifted my hand. "I am." I showed off my ring. Shawn gently kissed my lips before making a sound. "I'm taking you out tonight." He told me. Not asked, told. "Just dinner. After that we will come back here and Netflix and and Chill. Maybe a little more chilling than Netflixing though." "I think we should Netflix and no chill." I proposed. "You're no fun, Nason." He joked. "Ugh. I'M GONNA KILL YOU MENDES!" I yelled and started chasing him around with my shoe in my hand. "Okay, okay, I surrender." He pleaded. "Good. Now go get ready, and fix your little situation you got going on." I instructed. "You're just too hot." He commented while walking away. "Sure say that in 7 months when I have a giant ball as my stomach." I yelled at him. "Well that's what created this whole situation, a bunch of balls." Shawn yelled back to me. "EW, SHAWN YOU'RE SUCH A PERVERT!" I yelled back to him.

*****At Restaurant*****
"Hey babe?" "Yeah." I replied to Shawn, who was sitting beside me in the booth. "Um... I don't really know how to say this, but what are your thoughts on the baby?" He asked. "What do you mean?" I questioned back. "Well I mean do you even want to keep the baby?" He asked. "How could you even ask something like that?" I started getting infuriated. "Why would you ask me if I want to keep my baby?" I almost yelled. "I didn't want to force anything on you, I just wanted to know your thoughts, I guess." He carried on. "I need to go to the washroom." I told him with my head down. "Wait. Babe." He tried stopping me. I made my way over his legs, and out of the booth. I think I'm gonna be sick. I quickly walked to the ladies room and locked myself in a stall. That makes me sick. Giving up my baby, that grew inside me for 9 months. Even worse killing it. Killing a perfect little angel. Murdering and innocent person. How could he think that? Just the thought of an abortion made me sick. I slowly walk back to the booth with my head down. Instead of sitting beside Shawn I sat across the table. "Babe I didn't mean anything bad. I just wanted to make sure you wanted this. I didn't want you to feel obligated to keep the baby." He heartfully said. "Shawn, let me tell you something." I said with a bit of a tone. "I don't believe in abortions, and I think it's wrong to end the life of someone innocent that's going to look up to you every day. To me it seems more like murder. I believe everything happens for a reason. Those are all the things that got you to where you are. And Shawn, this baby is blessed, we are here now for a reason, so if you think that I would want to kill my baby, you're wrong. If you don't want this baby, then you can just leave us, but I'll need you to make that decision now." I told him, holding back my tears. "I want this. I'll be here for anything. Even if I'm 1000 kilometres away, I'll be on the next flight home, doesn't matter what time of day. I don't want to give this up. Emma, I love this. I love our baby, I love us, I love you." He decided, without a long pause. "Thank you." I breathed. "But why are you 1000 kilometres away?" I asked and kinda chuckled. "No reason. That just applies anytime." He said all casual. "So when you're in London and I miss you I can call you and you'll be home the next day?" I joked. "Do you miss me that much?" Shawn chuckled back. "I guess I'm just that irresistible." He said. "Oh please, 1000 kilometres is nothing." I laughed. "From stopping me having a breakdown." I lowered my voice. "Babe don't." He worried. "Do you ever get help. Cause all this time I've been around I don't think I remember you seeing anyone about this." He asked. "Well, you see, here's the thing." I paused. "My doctor kinda, I guess, gave up on me a few months before you came, and the specialists around here are too expensive for me. So yeah my life really depends on the hospital." I admitted. "So you don't have a doctor?" Shawn asked. "Nope" I shook my head. "What about the baby?" He asked. "Well I was kinda hoping maybe your doctor could help." I hinted. "I mean if they weren't too busy." "She'd love to" Shawn answered. "I can text her right now if you'd like?" He suggested. "You text your doctor? What kind of high maintenance stuff do you guys have around here?" I asked, with curiosity. "Well she's kinda a private doctor, so." "Oh that makes sense." "Hey babe? What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked looking at his phone. "Working, why?" "Because we can get an appointment if you'd like." He said. "After work?" I asked. "She's free." He said. "Alright. I suppose so." I agreed. "What, do you not want to?" He questioned my answer. "Oh I just responded. I want to, don't worry." I said. Which is true, I just had somethings on my mind from thinking about me being pregnant, and the position between Shawn and I. "Hey Shawn? Can I ask you something?" I spoke up. "Yeah, what's up?" I took a breath. "What are we gonna do when the baby comes?" I asked, then realized it was very confusing. "What do you mean?" He said in a confused tone. "Well you write music, you go on vacations, you tour the world, you meet people, that's your life, that's what you do. I guess what I'm saying is; how are we gonna raise this baby?" I tried explaining myself. "Emma" he grabbed my hands. "Don't worry about me. I'll be there. I have my own schedule. I make my own rules. I'm not the kind of person who ditches the girl he knocked up, because he wants to have a life and doesn't care about his kid. I love this baby already, I'm gonna be here for all my kids, and their award winning mom." I blushed. "I'm always gonna be here. I mean eventually I'll tour, but I'll wait a few years to do that. And if I do another world tour, I wanna tour with you." He reassured me. "Shawn we have a family. You want to bring your family on tour with you?" I laughed a bit. "Yes" he replied, confidently. "That's kids, and crying, and extra work, and stress." I started listing off things. "Tour gets boring without excitement. I mean the fans are great and that, but I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was doing my festival run. I'm gonna be a father now, my life is gonna change even more than it already has. I'm up for the challenge." He said. The waitress interrupted our conversation with our bill. Before leaving she had to bat her eyes and smile at Shawn. I saw her mouth something to him, but couldn't catch what she mouthed. I gave her a look as she walked away. "What can I say, I'm irresistible." Shawn complimented himself. "Sure. Whatever you think big guy." I started grabbing my stuff. "I want to know specifically what part of me you meant by 'big guy'?" Shawn asked in a stupid voice. "The entire package." I answered him. "Ooh, I like that answer." He said all flirtatiously. As we were walking out of the restaurant, Shawn put his arm around my waist, with his thumb placed by my belly button, and his four fingers under my stomach. "Oh, shut up!" I rolled my eyes.

****At home*****
"I'm picking the movie, you're making food!" Shawn stole the remote from me, and raised his hand up high so I couldn't reach. Under his command I walked over to the kitchen area, and made some popcorn, making sure to add extra butter to it. I came back to Shawn starting 50 Shades of Grey while sitting in the floor, in front of the couch. I sat down and stole the remote from him, quickly changing it to The Notebook. "What was that for?" "Oh we all know you're just watching that to see shirtless girls." I rolled my eyes. "And you changed it to The Notebook because..." he urged me on. "It's a chick flick, and makes me cry." I answered. "And what if I wanted to see shirtless girls?" Shawn questioned my choice. "You pervert." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. "You live with your fiancée. You don't need to watch porn for just a tiny bit of pleasure." I pointed out. "You also don't need to watch a movie to cry" he tried pointing back. "Oh, I'm aware. I cry all the time." I gave Shawn a little peck on the lips when I was done talking. Before I could stand up and walk away, I was held back by Shawn's grip on my shirt. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, there missy!" He raised his voice and dragged my back to him. It wasn't much distance considering he was still sitting on the floor. Right before I fell onto his lap, he pushed my onto the couch. Shawn got up and stood on his knees right in front of me. First he kissed my knee, then slowly made his way up my leg. Next he moved to my stomach, that I was very self conscious of, but wasn't allowed to hide at the moment. Next he found his way to my chest, then collarbone, then up my neck, and finally my lips. By this time, Shawn was hovering over me on the couch. Once again he started kissing me all over. Except this time it was more aggressive, and passionate than the last round. When he found the sweet spot on my neck, he made sure to suck really hard on it and leave a little love mark. "Shawn what are you doing?" I tried pushing him away, but he fought back and found a really good, new spot at the bottom of my neck. My head was tilted to the side, giving him full access to the spot. A quiet moan slipped from my lips. Soon followed by many more moans as Shawn continued. Slowly his hands ventured their way up my shirt, to my bra. Before his exploration there, I guided his hands down to my thighs instead. His large hands rubbed inwards around my thighs many times, before I turned my head towards him, and grabbed bunches of his hair. I pulled his head up, to be aligned with mine and started to move my lips in sync with his sweet, soft ones. I didn't realize until now that Shawn was sitting on my lap, instead of hovering over me. I felt the growing bulge in his pants, against my lower stomach. I grabbed the bottom of Shawn's shirt, ready to reveal his hot body hidden by it. He quickly stood up, and disconnected out lips, along with his hands, so I could remove the shirt. Next, I began to fiddle with his belt, to take off his pants, and relieve the build up. I got to the unbuttoning of the button before Shawn ripped our lips apart once again, and tugged my shirt over my head. I managed to pull down his pants, and boxers, before he stood me up on the couch. As he stepped out of his pants, his hands revealed my legs, leaving me standing in my undergarments. I continued to plant my lips onto his, and explore his soft, brown hair, when he started to unhook my bra. I released his hair, to let my bra drop, leaving only the bit of fabric covering my crotch. Before I knew it shawn had ripped my panties of too, and lifted me out of them. The both of us were standing naked, in the middle of our living room, Netflix playing in the background, my legs latched around his waist. One thing lead to another, and it felt like a dream until it all ended 17 minutes later, with two sweaty adults, sticking to a couch. *panting* I closed my eyes to try and take it all in.

Then I woke up the next morning by his side, in nothing but his arms.