Training Mendes // s.m.

thirty- two

Millie
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"I guess so." I muttered.

"Millie, oh my gosh!" He ran over.

He picked me off the couch and spun us around.

"Aren't you excited?" He asked, setting me down.

"Honestly, no."

With that, his face fell. He looked so upset.

"What?" He said, barely above a whisper.

"Shawn. We aren't married. I don't have a job..."

"We can elope and have a wedding after the baby is born! I have enough money remember!" He smiled again.

"Shawn, you know how I feel about kids." I sighed.

"Millie, please. This is so exciting."

I shook my head and left, going to bed. I crawled under the covers and watched some YouTube videos. Shawn eventually came upstairs and laid with me. He had his hand over my waist and stayed quiet, not pushing the subject.

I rolled over to face him, his face was wet. I sat up and wiped his tears.

"Why are you crying?!"

"You don't want our baby. Our. Mine and yours. I want kids so badly, Millie. This is the start of our family and you... you don't even want it." He wept.

"Shawn..."

"Millie. I can take care of her. You can leave me for all I know, I just want our baby to be okay."

"Shawn."

"Millie! I know okay. I know you don't want kids and I'm sorry this happened. I'm not sorry it happened, but I'm sorry it happened when you didn't want kids."

"Shawn! We are keeping it." I finally butt in.

"What?"

"I would feel guilty getting rid of her, let alone leaving her with you." I sighed.

His hands went to my cheeks and he brought my face to his, kissing my lips. I laughed and he hugged me.

"We need to find a doctor and make sure she gets proper care." He started.

"Shawn, tomorrow." I laughed.

"We can spend the day together, just you and I and baby." I put my hand to my stomach.

He smiled and put his hand over mine. I laid back down and we fell asleep, our hands still on my stomach.

We woke up from out nap because Shawn's phone was blaring its ringtone in the room. I shoved Shawn away to get it and he groaned. He got his phone and went into the bathroom.

Soon, he came back out and sighed. I looked at him and he frowned.

"I have to go to a meeting."

"It's fine. I should call Ethan and my parents I guess."

"Yeah, we can call my parents later."

"Do they even know about me Shawn?"

"I mean yeah, they have seen photos of us together."

"So they think I'm the personal trainer who broke up Camila and Shawn?" I rolled my eyes.

"Millie, it's fine. We are inviting them over for dinner soon anyway so I don't see why its a big deal." He chuckled, getting dress and tying his shoes.