Shawn Mendes Imagines

Loving You

A/N - Hey guys! Here is another imagine requested by brideofharrystyles. Warning! Sadness and smut. Happy Reading!

*Kimberly's POV*

I saw another post on Instagram that some fan tagged me in, it was another picture of Shawn out in public taking pictures with fans, very gorgeous fans. Normally I'm not the jealous type and I don't let things I see on social media get to me, but seeing so many pictures of Shawn with beautiful girls and seeing his fans commenting on how he should be with someone like those girls in the pictures and not me hurts. It hurts. I shouldn't be getting jealous or feeling this way, especially since Shawn is my husband and I'm carrying his child. I'm only 6 weeks along, so you can't really tell that I'm pregnant, which is a good thing, because I don't want the public knowing until I'm past my first trimester. I guess my pregnancy is making my hormones all funny, which would make sense as to why seeing these Instagram posts are making me upset. I trust Shawn. With my whole life. 

"Hey, Kimberly, your break is over" My coworker, Alessia, said as she walked into the break room sitting down beside me on the couch. "You ok?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me with concern. 

"Yeah, I'm good. Just pregnancy hormones is all." I put on a smile and put my phone back into the pocket of my black skinny jeans. "I'll just head on out and finish the rest of my shift" I smiled weakly at her as I left the break room in my family's chocolate factory café. 

Grabbing my apron and tucking the loose strands of my red hair behind my ear I put on a warm and welcoming smile and greeted the customers.

After two hours of working and greeting customers, the sudden urge to pee took over me as I walked quickly to the restroom. Once I had relieved myself and washed my hands I checked to see if there were any messages from Shawn, but there were none. Not one. I don't know if it is my hormones and extra heightened emotions, but I feel like Shawn has been neglecting me. I know he's busy with work and all, but he could at least send me a text asking how I'm doing. Or even how the baby is doing. Or at least a text saying 'I love you'. I decided to make matters worse by listening to a sad song.

Making me think of Shawn and all the things he use to do for me.

You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs

You hardly talk to me anymore
When I come through the door at the end of the day

I remember when
You couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after lovin' me late at night

When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling alright

I didn't realise I was crying until I could taste the salt on my lips. There was a knock on the door, my mum's voice rang through the other side of the door.

"Kim, honey. Are you ok?" I opened the restroom door and melted into my mothers warm embrace. "Oh honey, shh, it's ok. Tell me what's wrong darling." I looked up into my mothers eyes, and burst into tears again, telling her everything. 

Once I finished crying and talking my mother held my head in her hands, wiping my tears away. "Oh baby, don't be sad. He loves you he does. And he doesn't know you feel this way. That you feel upset and neglected and that you think he doesn't want to spend time with you. Your father tells me constantly, that Shawn won't stop talking about you when he's at the studio. That boy is crazy about you. If that ring on your finger and that bun in your oven isn't proof of that then I don't know what is." My mother exclaimed as she pushed my hair out of my face.