Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

11. Family Drama & The Nursery

A/n: Okay so this idea popped into my head. I know that not everyone has had issues with their father, but I have. For me, as a writer, when I get an idea, I have to write it or else it's just going to be stuck in my head. Anyways, please enjoy some family drama. Explicit language in this one! Okay, let's begin.

"Yeah, don't worry Shawn, I promise you that I'll help set up the nursery." My dad told my husband, Shawn Mendes. We've just told my parents and my brother that we're three months pregnant with their granddaughter and niece.

"And I promise that I'll help too." Thomas, my brother said. Shawn nodded.

"Thank you. I don't want Y/n helping because the paint fumes and all of the stuff that we'll be doing is probably bad for the baby." Shawn said and everyone nodded. Shawn and I soon left and got in the car.

"How much do you want to bet that my dad bails at the last minute and doesn't help with the nursery?" I asked when Shawn and I got in the car.

"Come on honey, don't worry. He'll help. He promised that he would." Shawn said. I sighed.

"Shawn you know the stories about my childhood with him and how he was with Thomas and I growing up. You know that he's made promises and then bailed and broke them." I said as I looked out the window while Shawn began to drive home. Shawn sighed.

"I know. But I think that he's learned from his mistakes and that he wants to help his granddaughter." Shawn said. I simply nodded, not knowing what else to say. Shawn then pulled over to the side of the road. I kept looking out the window.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Look at me honey." Shawn said. I did, and I could see his concern for me in his eyes. "Everything will be okay. I promise. And you know me, I don't break promises, I keep them." Shawn said. I nodded and interlaced my fingers with his.

"Okay. Can we go home and cuddle please?" I asked. Shawn smiled and nodded and then got back to driving. We soon arrived at home and cuddled.

Two months later

As of right now, I'm currently five months pregnant with mine and my husband Shawn Mendes's baby girl. She's our first child, so we're very excited. Over the moon with joy, actually. Today is the day that Shawn, my dad, and my brother will be setting up the nursery. It needs to be painted pink today and then we'll bring all of the furniture in and set it up tomorrow. Well, I won't because Shawn won't let me help. My phone rang, it was my dad.

"Hey dad." I said.

"Hi honey. Listen, I'm really sorry, but I don't think that I can help Shawn with the nursery today." My dad said. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me???

"What? Why not?" I asked.

"It's just really stressing me out and overwhelming me." My dad said. This angered me even more.

"Oh, it's stressing you out and overwhelming you?" I asked. My dad sighed.

"Yes." He said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that you're so stressed out and overwhelmed about something that you can't even paint a fucking room. Need I remind you that you fucking promised my husband who is the father of your grandchild that you would help him?" I practically screamed over the phone. Shawn came running into the room.

"Y/n, I'm sorry -" My dad started.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I knew this would happen. I fucking knew that you would bail and not do this. But you know what? If you want to bail on something that has to do with your granddaughter before she's even born, then you don't have to see her when she's born. I'm not going to put my daughter through what you put Thomas and I through. So go ahead dad, break your promise to my husband. Fuck you." I said before Shawn took the phone from me.