clash || shawn mendes & hailee steinfeld

Chapter 23

paige and north might be born? or maybe not?

"miss hailee steinfeld," the doctor said in a stern voice, "you're not due until 2 weeks, that isn't an estimate, its a fact." I stared at him. "what?" asked Shawn, confused. "its not contractions you've been having," he informed us, "its just strong gas going down wrong tubes." I flushed, strong gas? Shawn nodded, sighing. "come back on monday." the doctor said, leaving us with the nurses. 

I sat there, bright red. I couldn't believe that was gas! The nurse looked at me, with sympathy. "don't worry love, this has happened here so many times, your not the first one." she said, smiling. I nodded, returning the smile. 

We walked out of the huge building, walking to our car. 

"strong gas?" Shawn asked me, trying not to laugh. I flushed. "shut up." I said, punching him jokingly. He chuckled, "I was really excited." Shawn sighed. 

I bit my lip, I'd let him down. 

"are you mad at me?" I asked, staring into his big brown eyes. He shook his head and chuckled. "why would I be?" I shrugged. Shawn helped me into the car, putting my seat belt on as well. 

"I'm actually glad you didn't go into labour."he said, smiling. "why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "because being pregnant suits you, you look hella cute." I blushed. 

"your such a flirt!" I say, smiling at him. "thats why you love me." he said, winking.

I laughed and pushed him back into his seat.