NANNY FOR MENDES.

Seventy-seven

𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗔'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It's the 8th of August: Shawn's and Bear's birthday. I'm kinda dreading it; I'm scared I'd mess up my role in the surprise party.

I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. Shawn's not awake yet. Good. I need to text Aaliyah.

"Shawn said he wanted to leave early in the morning and I said I needed to go to the drugstore. I think that wouldn't be enough time for you. So I'll take as long as possible in the drugstore and make us do something else. Just be quick when you come here."

"Thank you so much. I'll text you when I get finished, for sure."

"It's only 8:30 AM. Shawn'll be awake anytime now. He'd want to leave by 10 or something. So please, make sure you be here at around 10:15 or something. How long do you need?"

"About an hour or two."

"Okay. It's settled then. I'll see you later."

I put my phone back on the floor and turn my face toward Shawn.

He looks like a freaking angel, sleeping peacefully. My baby is turning 31 today.

He opens his eyes, I smile.

"Morning." He says, his voice raspy.

"Happy birthday, baby." I give him a peck on the lip.

"Oh. Thanks a lot, babe. But how did you know? I don't recall telling you."

"I have my ways. Though, that's something you should've told me. And you should've told me that you and Bear have the same birthday."

"It's a good thing, huh? Sharing my birthday with my son, I mean."

"Definitely."

"Come on. Let's brush our teeth and get ready. I'm sure Mom's wanting us to visit her has something to do with my and Bear's birthday."

When we brush our teeth, I say, "I need to take a shower."

"Take one with me." He shrugs.

"Yeah, definitely. Sure." I say sarcastically.

"Okay." He smiles and leaves the bathroom.

"Do you have a key?"

"Seriously, Soph? I definitely have a key." I can hear the sarcasm.

Silly me, of course she has a key.

"If you take long, I won't hesitate to come in." Shawn says from the other side or the door.

I laugh and take my shower quickly, before I wrap a towel around my body.

When I get out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Shawn is putting on a t-shirt. His body is amazing; his back is to me, so I can see the muscles at the end of his back. And his muscled arms. Holy fucking shit, is he hot.

But as he turns around, I begin to panic. I'm in a towel. Just a freaking towel.

"Umm. I—I'll give you a few minutes." But he doesn't budge. He's eyeing my body, from head to toe.

I clear my throat.

"Sorry.... it's just....I've never seen you like this...and uh...never mind." And he leaves the room.

What the hell was that? Shawn struggled to find the words to say? Huh.

When I finally get dressed, I text Aaliyah.