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You Are Baby | Shawn Mendes (I'm Baby Part Two)

Summary: You're still sick and you've been stealing Shawn's clothes as comfort. Shawn has been forbidden to get too close to you, but he just can't stay away any longer. [fluff] [Second Part to I'm Baby]

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"How many of my clothes are you going to steal?"

You look up from the info pamphlet you are reading about the arena. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Shawn chuckles and walks toward you. You put out your foot to stop him just short of getting too close. You're still contagious from a cold after all. "You have taken every one of my sweaters and two of my shirts this week. What am I supposed to wear if you're infecting everything?"

"But... I'm sick." You poke your lip out and give him puppy dog eyes. "I need comfort."

"Oh don't give me that look." He crosses his arms and you sniffle.

"You don't want me to be comfortable? When I'm ill?"

"I-I didn't say that." He unfolds his arms and reaches for you. You let him hold your head to his chest even though he's forbidden to touch you. It's been three days and you're miserable without his touch. "I want you to be comfortable. You can wear all my clothes okay?" He pets your hair down. "God I can't wait for you to be better. I want to be able to hold you and sleep together again."

"I know. At least Andrew didn't confine me to the other bus."

"True. Do you have everything you need? I can get you some tea. How's your cold medicine? I can send Brian or someone to get another package if we need it."

You nuzzle against his chest and he pets your hair down more. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry about you? You're sick."

"It's just a cold. You gotta go get cleaned up for the show. And make sure you shower, and use hand sanitizer before you touch anything else. You're not supposed to touch me remember?"

Shawn steps back and drops his hands to his sides. "I know, I know. It's so hard, you know I survive of of touch."

"I know bud." You shake your head. "But you know it's for the best."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Mmmhmm."

"I love you." He blows you a kiss and you catch it. "See you in an hour or so."

"See you soon."

You spend the next several hours napping on the couch in the catering room. Your cold medicine knocked you out since you took the night time stuff by mistake. When you wake up, everyone is gone, which means the show is starting or has started. You're cold, and you go to Shawn's backpack for a hoodie. All he has is his salmon pink sweater and you smile as you pull it out and pull it on over your head. It's warm and cozy and though your nose is still pretty stuffy, you can smell Shawn's cologne on it. You wrap your arms around yourself and head out into the main concourse to find the doors to back stage.

Josiah walks out of a set of doors and sees you heading for him. He shakes his head and walks over to you. "Looking for Shawn?"

"Yeah." You sniff loudly. "Is he on stage?"

"He went on a while ago. You should get some more rest."

You shake your head. "I have to tell him good luck."

"I'm sure he'll make it through one show without it. He's almost done. You look like hell. You should rest, you're sick."

"It's important. You don't understand." You sigh and push past him into the doors to the inner workings of the stage. The crew all nod to you as you pass and walk up the steps to the side stage. Shawn is in the middle of Mercy and you wipe your eyes, they're all gross and watery. This cold was going to be the death of you for sure but you won't miss your boy.

Zubin spots you and makes his way to Shawn as he plays. When Shawn holds the mic out for the crowd he leans in and says something, pointing to you. Shawn looks over and nods. You know he can't come over and see you, so you just watch as he does his thing.

You feel a wave of sleepy dizziness wash over you so you go into the back and sink down on top of an extra amp and lean your head back against a stage support. It's so loud but everything is muffled by your stuffy head and ears. Fix You turns into In My Blood and you know Shawn is almost done. Minutes pass and you're almost asleep when the confetti cannons go off and startle you. Shawn runs by, you can see his legs as goes off side stage to the barrier to hug people. It's a wonder he didn't get sick with how he was so affectionate with fans.

As soon as Shawn's done he finds you backstage. You're honestly about to pass out. The cold medicine hasn't worn off yet. You feel better than you have aside from the tiredness, you can almost breathe through your nose finally.

"Look who's baby now." Shawn laughs, gesturing to you.

"I'm baby?" You yawn and slide off the amp.

"Mmmhmm. You're wearing the pink sweater. That's the "I'm baby" sweater."

You look down and giggle softly. "This is the baby sweater now? You're so weird."

"Yeah, but you love it." He pulls you into a hug and rests his chin on your head. You want to push him away because he could still get sick, and he's really sweaty, but you don't. You have missed his touch for days and it was wearing on both of you.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I didn't get to tell you good luck before you went on."

"And I did fine, I swear. I wanted you to rest."

"But it's our thing, our tradition."

"I know." He leans back to look down at you. "I just watched an old video of you saying it. The one Connor posted a while back."

"Good." You smile and lay your head back against him. "That'll work."

"It did. So how was your nap? Are you feeling better?"

"It was good." Another yawn. "I am actually feeling a little better too. Another day of medicine and rest and I should be able to snuggle you again."

"Good." He walks you toward the doors. "Because I'm tired of sleeping alone. I wanna kiss my girlfriend again. It's been an eternity."

"Mmm. Who's this girlfriend you speak of?"

"What?" He laughs, looking down at you. "You of course?"

You pull back and smile at him sleepily, your body fighting the sleepiness of the cold medicine like crazy. "But you said I'm baby."

He sighs and rolls his eyes at your joke. "Okay okay, very funny." He rubs up and down your back. "But yes, you are my baby. Come on, let's go get you back to bed."

You giggle and lean into him as he walks you to the buses. This is the most physical interaction you've had with him in days and you're loving it. The head cold be damned.

End (To be Continued)

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