Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

137. It's Your Birthday

A/n: Sooo today is my birthday so I decided to make this! Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this imagine. Okay, without further ado, let's begin!

I woke up in the morning to my husband's side of the bed empty. My husband is the singer and songwriter, Shawn Mendes. Wait, today's my birthday and it's the first time that I'll be celebrating my birthday as a married woman. Did Shawn forget my birthday? I got out of bed and got dressed and went downstairs. I smiled when I saw Shawn in the kitchen making me something.

"Hey there good looking." I said. Shawn turned to me with wide eyes and he smiled at me.

"Hey beautiful. Happy birthday my love." Shawn said. I smiled and walked over to him.

"Thank you honey. I woke up without you." I said as I wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"I know, I'm sorry honey, I was going to make you breakfast in bed." Shawn said.

"It's okay. I'm sorry that I ruined it." I said. Shawn immediately turned around.

"Birthday girl, you didn't ruin anything. I promise. Do you want to have counter talks?" Shawn asked. I smiled and nodded. Shawn picked me up and put me on the counter. Counter talks are when Shawn puts me on the counter and we talk. I looked at my handsome husband and then gasped as I realized something. He looked at me, alarmed, and I felt bad for making him feel that way. "What? What's wrong?"

"Today is the first time that I'm celebrating my birthday as Y/n Mendes! Oh my gosh! My whole life I've celebrated my birthday as Y/n Y/l/n and now I'm celebrating it as Y/n Mendes!" I said and Shawn laughed.

"Does that make you happy darling?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Yes! It makes me extremely happy! Wait why do the pancakes look different?" I asked. Shawn smiled.

"Well, I went out while you were sleeping - surprisingly there was a store open - and I got this confetti pancake batter. Do you like it?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yes, I like it a lot." I said. Shawn smiled.

"Good. So, my darling birthday girl, how does it feel to be twenty six years old?" Shawn asked. I laughed and then thought for a moment.

"I like it. But here's the thing: as long as I'm with you, I'm happy. I don't care what age I am, I just want to be with you." I said and Shawn smiled at me.

"Well darling, someday we'll be celebrating your ninetieth birthday together." Shawn said and I smiled.

"I can't wait darling. Next month will be one year since we got married. Can you believe it?" I asked. Shawn put the pancakes on two plates and chuckled as he shook his head.

"No, it feels like just yesterday we were saying I do." He said as he walked over to stand in between my legs. He put his hands on my thighs and I put my hands on his shoulders and smiled at him. I nodded.

"Yup. Now, my amazing hubby, do I get a birthday kiss?" I asked.

"Well, my amazing wifey, how about I give you twenty six kisses, one for each year of your life?" Shawn asked and I nodded. He pecked my lips quickly twenty five times, but the twenty sixth kiss was more loving. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt a butterflies erupt and fly around in my tummy, and I felt sparks shoot through my body like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Shawn and I pulled away and smiled at each other.

"I love you." I said. Shawn's smile widened.

"I love you too darling. Do you mind if I post something on Instagram for your birthday?" Shawn asked. I shook my head.