Chapter 38
Shawn's POV
-2 months later-
"'We wear pink on Wednesdays.'" I said, quoting Mean Girls, which I was currently watching. My favorite movie ever.
I was in the living room, a bag of Doritos and whip cream on my left, ice cream on my right. I'm 2 ½ months pregnant. So far it has been good. Unless you count terrible stomach pains, mood swings, and non-stop eating then non-stop throwing up food, then yes.
The good thing is that my next ultrasound is in 2 months and then I get to see the gender of my baby. Taylor, Cam, and Nash hope for a boy, while I'm by myself hoping for a girl.
They have been very helpful with this pregnancy. Taylor was in the kitchen now, cooking me tacos. "Taylor! Hurry up!" I screamed to the kitchen door. "I'm coming, Shawn!" He walked out with two plates, three tacos on each. He set them down in front of me, then I began to devour them.
"Slow down. You're gonna choke." He rubbed his hand up and down my back. I was done with both plates in less than 10 minutes. He took the plates to the kitchen and came back, sitting down beside me.
The commercial break was over and Mean Girls was back on. "You know," I said, watching as Regina led Kady and her minions through the mall, "If the baby is a girl, I would name her Regina so she could be queen bitch of the school." Taylor shook his head vigorously. "No! If she was queen bitch, she would be queen whore too. Just like Regina. No daughter of mine is losing her virginity before the age of 30."
"Taylor, would you be upset if the baby wasn't yours?" He looked at me, and I began studying his face, checking for any emotion. "No. The father of the child can pay child support and I can take care of it with you. Simple as that." As ghetto as it seemed, it was a pretty good idea. I'm sure whoever the dad is can spend time with him or her 2 weeks at a time.
It would be really cool if the baby got different genes from Taylor, Nash, and Cam. But still have characteristics of me in it. Like Nash's hair, Cam's eyes, Taylor's personality, and my singing talent. She or he would be perfect.
But the thing is, I can't let anyone know she's my daughter. How would fans feel if they knew I, Shawn Mendes, a man, was pregnant with a child? And didn't know who the father was? I personally think most would jump for joy, but what about the ones who are homophobic? They would give me hate, be disgusted, tell me to kill myself and the baby. I couldn't handle it.
"Shawn? Shawn? Shawn!" I jumped in surprise and looked at him with a very annoyed expression. "What?" I asked. "What're you thinking about Shawn? You were zoned out for a while. You missed your favorite part." He pointed to the television. Glen Coco was receiving her candy canes and in fact, the Halloween party seen had already passed. "Damn you, Glen Coco!" I screamed. "Shawn, what's bothering you," Taylor asked, scooting closer to ne on the couch so he could puy his arm around me.
"I don't know. I'm worried that if it gets out that I'm pregnant, Magcon will end and I'll get lots of hate. I don't want that to happen." I placed a hand on my slight baby bump. "It's not gonna get out. And even if it does, I'll be with you every step of the way." He took my hand rubbing circles on the back of it.
"What are some names we should think of? I think we should wait until its born to know the gender, like a surprise." I smiled at the idea of that. "OK. I do girls and you do boy names." I nodded. He grabbed a pencil and notepad off the coffee table. "Girls. Boys." He said writing the columns down. "Ok. Boy name?" I tapped my chin, thinking. "Liam. Now a girl name."
"Gracie." We went back and forth with names until the whole notepad was filled. It was pretty big. We decided to stop there so Nash and Cam could suggest some names. It's only fair.
I can't wait for the child. Hopefully, he or she won't be much work and I can still go to school. Probably online. A little bundle of happiness due in just 6 months or less. Time for a long roller coaster ride called parent hood.
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Just a quick and boring filler. Sorry. Writers block.
