Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

50. Perfectly Wrong

A/n: Explicit language and lots of drama in this one! Anyways, please enjoy this imagine. Okay, let's begin!

"Momma, when will Daddy be here?" My youngest child, Sarah asked. I sighed. It was her second birthday party and Shawn still hadn't shown up.

"He'll be here when he can, okay?" I asked. She sadly nodded and began to walk away.

"He's not coming Sarah. He never does." Rose, my eldest child said. My heart broke at her words. Eventually the party ended and everyone left. I put the kids to bed and sat down on the couch. Shawn walked in an hour later.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing up?" He asked.

"Do you remember what today is?" I asked. He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. What's today?" He asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.

"No. I really don't remember what today is." He said.

"It's our youngest child's second birthday!" I practically yelled. His eyes went wide and he covered his face with his hands.

"Shit. And I completely forgot and didn't show up. Wow, I'm a terrible father." He said.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Out at a bar with the band." He said. I sighed.

"I can't believe you Shawn. You know, when we first got married, I thought that you were going to be this amazing father who was always going to there for his kids, but I guess that you're the opposite. When Sarah asked when you would be here, I told her that you would get here when you could. But do you want to know what your oldest child said?" I asked.

"What did she say?" Shawn asked.

"She said 'He's not coming Sarah. He never does.'" I said. Shawn's eyes widened and he sat next to me on the couch and began to cry.

"Oh my gosh I'm a terrible father." He said.

"Your kids aren't the only ones you've been neglecting." I said. Shawn looked at me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You have missed dinner every night. We were supposed to have date night last week but you were too busy at the studio to just have one fucking dinner with your wife!" I basically yelled.

"I was working!" Shawn said.

"You're at the studio all of the time! And, what, you couldn't miss one night just so you could spend time with your wife?" I asked.

"You're so fucking clingy." He said.

"You know that I hate that word. And how am I clingy when I barely see my husband and just want to spend time with him?" I asked.

"You just are. I'm tired, I'm going to bed." Shawn said, and walked away. I went up to bed and he was facing away from where I lay. I laid in bed and did the same. I still loved Shawn of course, but how could he do this not just to me, but to our kids too? The next morning I woke up without him. I called him and he didn't answer, so I called his manager Andrew.

"Hey Y/n, what's up?" He asked.

"Do you know where Shawn is?" I asked.

"Yeah he's here at the studio. Why?" He asked.

"He always leaves a note saying where he's going and he didn't." I said. Andrew sighed.

"He seems upset but he won't talk about it." Andrew said.