I fell in love with the schools "bad boy" ~Shawn Mendes~

Chapter 14

Four years later...

Shawn's Pov...

"Daddy Daddy Daddy, look Daddy! Father give me attention!" Wesson screamed at me as he squirmed on the floor behind me. "Wessy, please give me a minute I need to finish this song." He groaned in response, then laid quietly.

I promise he's a very behaved kid, today is just a kind of bad day. Justine is at college and will be home around four and Today is the deadline for a song I'm writing. I know what to write down, but it's hard to write when your four year old wants attention.

I quickly finish up writing the song, then email to my manager. "Okay bud, what do you want to do?" "You're all done with work?" He asked as he excitedly sat up. "Yes." I chuckled. "Yay! Can we play pirates??" He asked as he jumped into my lap.

"Sure." I smiled then kissed all over his face. "Daddy stop it." He giggled. I kissed his forehead one last time, then got up and carried him to his playroom.

I put him down and watched as he dug through his costume box for the eye patch, hook and two swords.

These past four years have been so amazingly crazy. We got married two years ago on a snowy day in December. It was like a winter wonderland. That was definitely the second best day ever, Wesson's birth being the first.

I am now considered a famous singer, so that's pretty cool. I love it and all, but my manager doesn't let me talk about my family at all whatsoever. I had to create a second Instagram account so I could share photos of my family with my few friends and my family.

My first Instagram still has the pictures of Justine and I that I had posted back then, along with the one picture of Wesson, but there are so many other posts that you'd have to scroll for awhile to find them.

It sucks, but he thinks it'll help me get more fans if they think I'm single and childless. But of course there are still quite a few who know that I have a kid.

We played pirate for almost an hour when my phone started to ring. "Hang on bud." I sat the sword down on the ground, then ran to my room to get my phone. It was my manager.

Shawn: Hello?
Manager: Hey, I scheduled a little concert for you today at 2:30 at the mall.
Shawn: I'll have to bring my son with me.
Manager: You can't get someone to babysit him?
Shawn: No, people have lives.
Manager: Fine. See you two there in an hour.
Shawn: Okay, bye.

I don't get why he hates my son so much. Wesson is the best. "Wessy, I have to go to work, so we have to get ready." I said as I walked back into his playroom to see him playing with his blocks.

"I don't want a babysitter." He whined. "You're going with me, no babysitter today." "Really?" He asked excitedly as he ran over to me. "Yup, now lets get out of our pajamas and get dressed." "Okay!"

I followed him to his room and opened up his closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve yellow Levi's shirt. I helped him change is clothes and put on his shoes.

I put a black beanie on his head, then took him to my room and let him watch a little bit of TV while I changed my clothes and got ready. I decided to wear black jeans and a grey Champion hoodie. Once I was full dressed, I brushed my teeth, then helped Wesson brush his.

"Ready bud?" I asked as I grabbed my keys from the bathroom counter. "Yup!" I turned the TV off, then picked him up and carried him out of the house. I quickly got him buckled in, then got in the car myself and drove towards the mall.

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Luckily Wesson's stroller was in my trunk, because he fell asleep during the car ride. I parked where my manager told me to, then carefully got Wesson out of the car and into his stroller without waking him.

He seriously looks so much like his mom when he sleeps and when he's awake, but mainly when he's asleep. Maybe our possible other kid/kids will look more like me.

"Shawn my boy!" My manager shouted when he noticed me. "Shh, he's sleeping." I said, putting my finger to my lips. "Sorry." I parked the stroller out of sight from the fans who were on the other side of the stage, then put some noise canceling headphones on Wesson.

My manager went over the songs he wanted me to sing and that I will be doing a meet and greet at the end. I hope Wesson naps the whole time.

I checked on him one last time before going on stage. "Hey, how's everyone doing today?" I asked with more energy than I actually have. All I heard back were screams. I made a little bit more small talk, then started the show.

Singing in front of a crowd of strangers who love and support you, is an indescribable feeling. Everything was going well until I heard screaming and crying. I made them cut the music, then looked behind me at my manager who was holding a distraught Wesson who was trying to squirm out of his grasp.

I gestured for him to let Wesson go, then picked him up as soon as he reached me. "Shh, it's okay." I cooed as I hugged him. Once he was calmed down enough, the show continued.

So I finished the show with a fussy Wesson in my arms. It doesn't bother me that these fans know, but it definitely bothers my manager. It's not my fault he planned a show without giving me much notice.

Luckily no one at the meet and greet asked about him. They probably assumed he was someone else's kid, since my manager took him back after the show.

It was nice meeting all of the fans that showed up, but all I wanted was to be at home relaxing with my family.