Consumed: Always & Forever | Shawn Mendes |

16

When I woke up the next morning I felt so much more refreshed and less stressed then the previous night before.

But there was a feeling missing,
My husband.

I turned my phone on too about a dozen or more messages from him and missed calls and voice mails.

I decided to not listen to any of them or read the messages after the first six.

After eating a healthy breakfast of fruits and an omelet with avocado toast on the side I put our complex's state of the art gym to some use, making sure not to over work myself of course.

We never really used the gym in the complex, mainly because Shawn was all into the CrossFit thing, but I figure it's private and quite and I can be free not hiding in an oversized shirt to hide my belly bump. When I got to the gym I saw that nobody was around so I took off my windbreaker and I just was in my sports bra and my high waisted runners. I must admit my belly was on full display but I felt free and comfortable not constricted. I started my stretching routine once I was done I went to the treadmill and I began my brisk walk till I warmed up to a light jog.

After about 45 minutes, I was drenched in sweat and my legs were sore. I got to the condo and I went straight to the shower, never bothering to check on my phone.

"Yvette Fucking Mendes you better be in this house!" I heard his voice vibrate through the entire condo as well as doors slamming.

My heart instantly stopped the second I heard his voice and the anger in his tone. But instantly it went away and I stood in the shower, washing the conditioner out of my hair and taking me sweet time.

After a few moments, I heard the bathroom door swing open and I instantly felt his presence even through the glass doors.

"You got to be fucking kidding me! Yvette!!!" He was shouting louder his voice was cracking.

"Keep yelling and I won't answer. I'm not gonna fight with you, if you were this mad the entire flight home, you should've just stood in London Shawn." I spoke calmly and softly.

This enraged him more.

Once I was done, I turned the water off and I opened the door.

"Hand me a towel, please?" I asked with such a hint of sass in my tone.

He stood there with his arms folded to his chest, making his olive green crew neck tight in all the right places. His hair a curled mess with his shades nestled between his unruly curls. His grey joggers sitting low.

"No." He said stern and harshly.

I just laughed and I stepped out of the shower, "Fine. Child." I spoke as I got my own towel and wrapping it around my body and grabbing an extra one to wrap my hair in.

He watched me through the mirror, as I began to brush my teeth.

"So your going to ignore the fact of what you did?" I asked trying to control the anger that was resonating.

"Did you do whatever you needed to handle in London? Before you came home to yell at me that is." I asked eyeing him through the mirror.

He began to run his fingers through his hair and he couldn't look at me.

"Yvette—

"Nope. That was all the answer I needed." I spoke cutting him off instantly and I finished brushing my teeth.

Once I was done, I didn't look at him as I brushed past him out of the bathroom and into our shared walk in closet.

"Babe, I had —

He stepped dead in his tracks when he saw me turn to face him.

"You had too. Yes I know Shawn. You always HAVE too. But what about what he HAVE TO DO HERE?! For our unborn child! Hm! WHEN IS THAT GOING TO BE A PRIORITY? When I'm too big to travel? When the baby is here?! Or you expect mommy and daddy to do it?! Or hell even Andrew?! I mean fuck Shawn, I know you love your music, I know I will always come second to that... BUT NOT OUR CHILD TOO!" I shouted at him, my voice was breaking but I held my tears in.

He looked at me shocked and blown away, his mouth was open and he looked frozen in time.

I turned back and I began grabbing my clothing and putting it on quickly.

"Why— fuck Yvette! Why didn't you tell me this was how you felt? I will always choose you and the baby first, any of our kids. You said you were okay with this." He spoke.

I started laughing like a manic.

"I shouldn't have to tell you what should already be a second nature Shawn! That's not my job, you know sometimes you're so smart and so well educated in you're interviews but then you pull shit like this and you sound like an idiot! A real idiot! Your wife shouldn't be telling you what you see needs to be down, you should want to do these things! You should want to be here! Not be told to be." I turned to him and my eyes where in tears and I was already feeling like i was going to go into a panic attack.

"I feel like this marriage and baby is your job and then your music is your happiness, your real happiness. Do you know how that makes me feel?" I was sobbing.

Shawn went to console me and I slapped his hand away and I walked out of the closet and I headed toward the living room and I started putting my sneakers on again.

"Yvette! Where are you going?!" He shouted walking into the living room behind me quickly.

I didn't speak, I felt like if I did I would once again breakdown and I was already drained with this fight.

He stood in front of me.

Our eyes met.

"I'm going out. Move." I spoke coldly and quickly.

He didn't move.

"Talk to me. We need to talk."

I rolled my eyes and I sighed.

"Are you going to stay home? Or did you come here to get me to go back with you?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

He looked at me and his eyes said all I needed to know.

"You wasted your time then. I'm not going anywhere. Our son needs a room and deserves a room of his own not one of your best friend years ago. So excuse me I have an appointment to see mine and our sons potential new home. Your more then welcome to come or you can go back to the airport."