The long way home || Shawn Mendes||

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I decide to have a relaxing bath when I wake up. I fill the bath and I but in the intergalactic bath bomb from lush and some bath salts. I light some candles and I put on a face mask. When I get out of the bath I dry my hair and curl it. I put on a little make up before getting dressed. I put on blue ripped jeans, a deep red knitted turtle neck jumper and black heeled boots. I spray on some perfume and then I put on some jewellery. Last night we arrived at the cabin that Shawn and I got for our families for Christmas when we decided to spend it all together.

I walk down stairs to the open plan sitting room kitchen dining room thing is and nearly everyone is down there. Hayden and Aaliyah are in front of the fire watching Elf, Shawn's mom and my mom are making eggnog and Shawn's dad is playing with the cat that stays at the cabin who's name is pebbles and she is this beautiful grey colour even though I have no idea what breed she is. The only person who is missing is Shawn.

"Hi sweety," my mom says as I sit up at the kitchen counter.

"Morning," I smile.

"How you feeling sweet heart," Karen asks me.

"I'm good, I haven't had any morning sickness the last few days so lets hope that doesn't come back," I smile.

"Well that's good," Karen says pouring the eggnog into a jug and my mom gets sarted on breakfast.

"So what are we doing today?" I ask.

"We are going on a walk after breakfast and anyone who wants to come can then after lunch we are going ice skating and when we get back we are just going to relax with some movies, maybe some games," my mom says.

In the last few years my mom has really got her act together and has started to act more responsible. She has really changed her life around and I'm so proud of her.

"That sounds great," I say biting into one of Karen's famous pancakes.

"What smells so good in here," Shawn says coming down the stairs still half asleep.

"Guess who's finally up," Karen says to her son.

I suddenly get a wave of sickness and run to the bathroom.

"You okay honey," My mom yells.

I feel someone pull back my hair and rub my back and I look up to quickly see Shawn before getting sick again.

"So much for no more morning sickness," I say resting my head against the wall while Shawn rubs my back.

"It's okay I'm here," Shawn says.

"Thanks," I say.

After a few minutes I start to feel a bit better and after I brush my teeth we go back out to everyone.

"You okay sis?" Hayden asks when I sit down beside her.

"Yeah, but little squid apparently doesn't like pancakes," I say while rubbing my tiny little bump.

"Did you just call our baby a squid!" Shawn asks while sitting down on the arm of the couch.

"Yeah that's what I've been calling him/her since we don't know if it's a him or a her, and I think squid is a cute nickname," I say looking up at Shawn.

"Okay squid it is but just because I agreed to squid does not mean I will give in to what ever weird baby names you have been thinking of, I know what you call your sims and they are all kinds of strange," Shawn says.

"Hay I do not give my sims weird names, and actually I haven't thought of any baby names," I say.

"Really that was one of the first things I started doing and I'm not even having a baby," Hayden says.

"Yeah even I have thought of names," Aaliyah says.

"Shawn have you thought of names?" I ask him.

"A few," Shawn says.

"Am I the only one who hasn't thought of names?" I ask.

"Yes," All our parents say at the same time from across the room.

"Great," I say picking up a pillow and hugging it, "I haven't even given birth yet and I'm the worst mother ever. Oh my god I'm going to be a mother."

"Only just realising it now sweetie," My mom says walking over and handing me a cup of tea since it's one of the only things I know I can keep down.

"I knew I was pregnant and was going to have a baby but the being a mother thing never crossed my mind, I'm such a bad mom," I say and my eyes begin to water up.

"You are not a bad mom, you are a great mom and just because you haven't thought of baby names doesn't mean you love Squid any less," Shawn says giving me a side hug.

"Thanks," I say.

We finish watching elf and when I try to eat a banana I get sick again and Shawn is right there by my side. When he said he was going to be there he really did mean it.

Everyone goes out for a walk but Shawn and I stay at the cabin. We put on some Christmas movies but I don't really focus on them I just try to think of baby names but all the ones I think of aren't right.

"Stop it," Shawn says looking at me.

"What?" I ask looking back at him.

"Stop over thinking baby names," Shawn says.

"I'm not," I say folding my arms.

"Yes you are, we will think of a name don't worry we have time," Shawn says rubbing my leg.

"I know but when it's time I want to know that I have thought it through and that I love the name like this is a big deal it is only ever going to have one name and what f squid hates the name when their older and resents us?" I say.

"We will come up with the perfect name and squid will love it," Shawn says, "Now how about we make some ginger bread for tomorrow because I definitely haven't eaten most of the houses be bought at the shop."

"Shawn!" I moan getting up.

"They will taste better if we make them from scratch anyway," Shawn says.

"Fine come on," I say walking over to the kitchen.

We put on some Christmas music as we bake. It's really relaxing to do something and not feel sick at the moment. Everything is going well until I accidently get flour on Shawn when pouring it into the bowl. I look at him and give him pleading eyes and he seems okay and continues baking. All of a sudden I feel something squish against my head and trickle down my back. I glare at Shawn before smashing an egg over his head. We then break out into one of our usual food fight while cooking. We run around the kitchen throwing everything at each other. I run out of things though but I see that Shawn still has a full bag of flour.

"No Shawn don't," I say running around the counter.

"Oops," Shawn says pouring it over me and rubbing it in my hair.

I wipe off my face and I realise how close we are and that he's pinned me to the counter. We are so close that I can feel his breath on my face. I have my hands placed on his chest as we look into each others eyes. We hear keys in the door and Shawn quickly steps back and I turn around so my hands are on the counter trying to get my breath back. Why does he always make me feel this way.

"What happened in here," my mom says walking into the kitchen followed by everyone else.

"We were making ginger bread because Shawn ate all of the ones we bought," I say.

"I thought we banned you from cooking together because this always ends up happening," my mom says.

"Don't worry we will clean up and finish them," Shawn says.

"No you to go have a shower we will clean up and finish them," Karen says walking over and shooing us out of the kitchen, "Don't make a mess up stairs too," Karen yells after us.