Shawn Mendes Imagines

Men V Boys

You smiled as you walked past your son and his friend. You wore track pants that belonged to your husband's merch from his third tour. They were sky blue and very stretchy, which was brilliant during the early stages of your pregnancies. You were lucky that after marriage, kids and many tours later, the pants still fit you. 

You entered the kitchen, so you were away from the boys and their FIFA game. Your son's friend whistled a catcall, but you didn't hear since you were next to the radio dancing to the music.
"Dude, your mum is hot," the friend stood up, intending to go chat with you.

Your son frowned and pushed his friend. "That's my mum!"

"Yeah, but look, she's-" You son's friend was interrupted by your husband grabbing him by the back of his shirt.

"What did you say about my wife?" Shawn snapped. His eyes were filled with fury. Your son's friend could just touch the ground and was wriggling trying to escape your husband's clutches. 

"Don't come back here," you son said as he opened the front door while Shawn dragged the boy's body across the living room. He threw the boy out of the house and slammed the door. The men turned around with innocent faces when they heard you re-enter the room.

Shawn immediately went to your side and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

"Hey where did your friend go?" You asked your son.

"He was a dick," your son said and returned to play his game. You turned to Shawn with a questioning look. He smiled and pressed his lips to yours.

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

"I love you too."