Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Stay | Shawn Mendes | Werewolf/Dad AU

Summary: You're a single mom to a newborn werewolf son. Shawn is your friend, crush, and neighbor who happens to be a werewolf as well. You have no idea how to raise a baby, but Shawn is more than willing to help. [fluff] [baby fic] [werewolf au]

Word Count: 2.8k

You're at your limits. For three days your son, Milo, has been crying his little head off. It seems nothing you do is enough to quell the sobbing for more than an hour or two at a time. Even when he's asleep he isn't resting, waking up every so often to scream relentlessly. No one prepared you for life with a newborn werewolf, but here you are, with a three month old little menace. It was hell going through your pregnancy primarily alone, only receiving support from a close friend who had a child two years ago. You were never supposed to go through it alone but...your ex just left one day, walked out and ghosted, the piece of shit.

None of that matters now, nearly a year later. You've moved on, pushed the heartache away and focused on the here and now. On your new life as a mother to a small very complicated child that you love unconditionally.

"Need some help?"

You turn your head and look to where the voice came from beside you. Sure enough it's your cute, really sweet and complete crush of a neighbor, Shawn, walking out of the doorway to the stairwell of your apartment building. "Help?"

Shawn gestures to Milo crying in your arms. "The crying?"

"Oh." You're a bit embarrassed. You feel horrible when other people have to deal with his crying. It's like you're less of a parent because you can't console him. "No, he'll stop eventually."

"He's a werewolf right?"

"Yes." You shift Milo up your shoulder and pat his back. He continues to cry, that weak strained new baby cry. "How'd you know?"

Shawn grins big and lets out a soft laugh. "I'm a werewolf too, remember? And you told me he was when you brought him home."

"Oh, right. Sorry, my brain is a little scrambled lately."

"Can I try something? I totally understand if you don't want to though."

You sigh. At this point you're willing to try anything, and it wasn't as if you didn't know Shawn. He's your neighbor and you'd even consider him a friend. He's a nice guy and you'd love to get to know him a lot better, but a baby puts a damper on things like that. "Sure, good luck." You slide Milo down your shoulder and hand him carefully to Shawn.

"Hey bud, hey, shh." Shawn coos, putting Milo up on his chest against his shoulder. He cradles the back of his head and rubs down his back. "Easy, shhh, yeah. It's okay little guy, it's okay."

To your utmost surprise, Milo begins to settle down. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you a little bit upset that Shawn is able to calm him down so quickly. Milo didn't even know him. You watch as Shawn massages the back of Milo's neck in almost a pinching motion.

"What are you doing?"

Shawn sways back and forth. "It's a comforting tactic. My mom used it on me and my little sister as a baby. It's almost like when you see wolves pick up their young by the scruff of their neck. It's a sensitive spot for us."

"Oh...Does that usually work?"

Shawn nods. "In my experience, yes, if the crying isn't for hunger or bathroom needs."

You flush, embarrassed you didn't know that. How could you? No one has a handbook on how to raise a werewolf. Not to your knowledge anyways.

"You have a lot of experience with baby werewolves?"