Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sorry, Not Sorry

You were sitting on the couch, catching up on your favourite TV show. The bowl of popcorn was resting on the tiny bump of your stomach. You were in your second semester of an accidental pregnancy.

You heard the jingle of keys from the garage door in the kitchen. You turned your head and smiled at your boyfriend. Shawn had taken time off from touring, but he still had to go to the studio until you were close to your due date. 

After that, he would take six months off so he could help you with your baby. Shawn had made a deal that he wouldn't go back to touring for a few years because he didn't want to miss a single moment. Also, it was because he felt bad for forgetting the condom.

You smiled as he kissed your head from where he stood behind the couch. "How was your day?" He asked.

"Boring. Work was ok, the usual," you sighed as you rested your head against the top of the couch so you could look at him upside down. "What about you?"

"Andrew is making me work to the bone, but it is so worth it for you and our little one," Shawn kissed you on the lips. "I'm going to take a shower, wanna join me?"

You pushed his face away from you, "no thanks lover boy,"

Shawn quickly kissed you before dodging your hand as you tried to hit him again. He smirked before sprinting away. "WE ARE HAVING STIR-FRY FOR DINNER," You yelled before Shawn was completely out of earshot. 

Since you and Shawn were both young, the two of you decided to live your parents until both of you were comfortable to move out. On weekends, Shawn and you were both looking for somewhere to live but for the time being, you needed help with the pregnancy and the baby. 

Soon he was out of the shower and was sitting on the coffee table, facing you. You furrowed your eyebrows at the smirk on his face. "Two things buddy boy. One, what are you up to? Two, you are blocking my view,"

Shawn's smirk grew and gave you an envelope. Sitting up straighter, you tore open the envelope. Inside was a long card that read sorry I got you pregnant. You glanced at Shawn with a confused look. 

Opening the card, you gasped at the spa gift card that was worth over one hundred dollars. Reading the gift card closely, you realised that it was for a massage specifically for pregnant women. 

"Oh Shawn," you threw your arms around his neck. "Thank you,"

"I know it says I'm sorry, but the truth is, I'm sorry for the timing, not for the kid," Shawn confessed.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Shawn,"

"I love you too y/n."