Imagines of Shawmila [COMPLETED, REEDITING]

22 | I Love You... Three Thousand

A/N: marvel's shits coming throughhh.

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"I vow to you, Karla Camila Cabello, that I will protect and cherish the rest of our lives with our childrens running around the house, including Liz right there," He stopped and looked at their two year old daughter who was in Aaliyah's arms. "I know our schedules will be hectic like before but no matter where I go, I will never grab a single divorce sheet. I promise I would be the one dancing with you when we are frail and old. I would make every bittersweet memories into a sweet like candy ones. Heck I don't deserve you but here we are, exchanging our vows in the church. I love you, three thousand."

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"Camila, I can ex--."

"You don't need to, Shawn. Why did you sleep with that Baldwin-Bieber bitch when you knew she's married with Justin?! Don't you notice those late nights where Liz would be asking where the fuck is her father and all I can do is to tell her you would make up with her?! Or those times she thinks you don't love her three thousand? It was you that made her feel this way! What would I say to her when I would file a divorce shit and can't see her father anymore because I would do it!" She broke down at her words she uttered without thinking. She was grabbing her purse and went outside when he wrapped his arms around her torso tightly, never letting her go.

"Let me go, you bastard!" She tried to squirm away but was failing.

"You know I still love you three thousand, no matter what,"

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"Oh my shit, this is the--." He cursed loudly, as he saw the chart of Billboard, not noticing the innocent five year old Liz at his back. He heard a soft voice imitating his word. "Shit."

Shawn's eyes widen and looked behind to see his little bundle of joy sitting on the staircase, smiling innocently. "Shh, you can't tell mommy about this." He hissed, averting his eyes room by room to see if Camila saw them. "Why are you still up, little miss?"

"What are you doing, daddy?" She ignored the question and asked.

"I have some important shit to do here." He stopped and sighed, cursing himself from uttering that word. "Look, do not say the word or your mom will beat Daddy, right?"

Liz thought for a deal. "Muffins for a deal?"

Shawn glared at his daughter for a while and said, "That's extortion, missy. Can you steal my muffins away? No." He grabbed her hand, leading to the kitchen.

After her late night snack, Shawn tucked her to sleep, his face pushing her head down to her pillows as she cuddled on the mattress. Shawn smiled at the sight of his daughter and kissed her temple. "I love you, tons."

"I love you three thousand." Came the reply of the 5 year old brunette.

As Liz said those words, it made Shawn's heart swell. Damn, he is surely lucky. Tears almost fell on his cheeks as he thought of the meaningful words. He stood up, turning of the lamp on Liz's nightstand as he was about to leave the room. "Three thousand? That's crazy!"

That was the last thing Liz heard from her dad before he closed the door. She giggled at his exclaim before she dozed off to sleep.

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"I am the Black Widow, you mess with me and I'll let you see the last of your days." Liz posed on her Black Widow pose, a toy handgun pointing to the 'Black Panther' in front of her as if Civil War was real.

On the meantime, Shawn revealed his fake claws, posing like a fighter. "WAKANDA FOREVER!" He ran toward his daughter, attacking her.

The now 7 year old kid 'shoots' her dad before he could catch up, but he was too near so she has no choice but to run. They ran all over the house, ready to cause mischief. She was finding a place to hide which was under her bed. A bad choice but you can't tell her.