The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)

Chapter 25

Teagan's POV:

I wake up in my bed alone with a sticky note stuck to my forehead.

"You're amazing. I'll come get you later. I'm taking you out. Love you! Xoxo, Shawn."

Aweeeeeeeeeeeeee! SHAWNNNN!

I sit myself up in my bed and mess with the covers a bit. For once I had a smile plastered on my face. I forced myself to get up and shower. I grabbed a clean pair of black leggings, a long sweater, and a scarf to throw on. I put my hair in curls and walked out of the bathroom headed downstairs.

"Well good morning to you." My father said of the sound of bacon sizzling.

"Morning, Dad. Whatcha cooking?" I knew the answer but I wanted to let my dad know that I'm not ignoring him and I'm still me.
"Actually I'm done cooking. It's bacon and eggs. You're favorite." He sets a plate down in front of me on the counter and I smile at him giving a small thank you. I pull a fork out of the drawer and sit down at the table to feast.
"You know you should really call Caleb. He--" I interrupt my father mid sentence by bolting to the bathroom to throw up.
I return and sit back down at the countertop this time with my head in my hands.
"Is it because I said his name? I won't say it again I mean if it bothers--"

"No, Dad, it's not." I let out a laugh.

"Am I that bad of a cook?"

"No, Dad." I laughed a bit more.

"Then what's wrong??" He seemed concerned now.

"I must have the flu or something. I'll be ok."

"Ok. Maybe you should go call Shawn about later." And with that I strolled back to my room and picked up the phone.

"Hey, babe. What's up?"

"Umm nothing what are you doing right now?" I ask him.

"I'm on my way home. Why? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Do you think you can stop by?"

"Sure. I'll be over in about 5 minutes. See you soon, love."
I feared for the worst but hoped for the best. I can't be sick, I feel fine. So that means....
"Awe shit!" I said aloud in my room.

"What?" His voice from the doorway startled me. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump." His voice had a light sense of humor to it.

I chuckled a tad and patted the spot next to me signaling for him to sit down. He did as I signaled and plopped down.

"We gotta talk."

"Umm ok? About what?" He questions.

"Well... I threw up earlier. And umm I'm feeling fine so it can't be the flu and um I'm not quite sure what to do and--"

"Stop talking. Just you'll be fine, love." He kissed my forehead.

"No Shawn I don't think you're understanding."

"Understanding what?"

"I might be pregnant, Shawn."

A/N

Awe shit!