Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pregnant

A/N: I did an imagine earlier ('Daddy's little Girl') which was Shawn as a dad so I figured I'd do one if you (Y/N) were pregnant 😘

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Y/N's POV

finding out...

My stomach does another flip as I sit against the head of my bed, feeling really nauseous. It's been happening for about 4 days now and I want it to go away. I've vomited like three times and it's not the greatest feeling.

The nausea passes after a while, and I hear my phone vibrate on the table. I stand up to go get it, picking it up just as Shawn's name and photo appear on the screen. I smile to myself, answering his call.

"Hi baby, did you just wake up?" I ask him, sitting back down on the bed.

"Mhmm..." he mumbles in his sleepy morning voice. We switch to facetime and I see my shirtless husband laying lazily across his hotel bed.

"You look so pretty darling," he says quietly, making me blush.

I giggle, looking at my sweatpants and messy bun. "No I don't Shawny, look at me!" I hold the phone at an angle to show him my lazy-day outfit.

"I am looking at you and I promise you look beautiful as always," he tells me, sounding more awake.

I smile, but then suddenly feel my stomach lurch. I ignore it, and try to talk to him. He's been in the US for the past week performing on talk shows and doing promo stuff.

"Okay well I should go, I've got an interview in an hour..."

"Kay, I love you and I miss you."

"I love you too. Just ten more days and I'll be back home with you-"

He stops talking as I drop my phone and run to the bathroom, feeling the sudden urge to vomit.

I make it to the toilet, and empty my stomach. I sigh, feeling much better. Standing up and walking over to the sink, I rinse my mouth with water.

"Babe? Hello? Honey are you okay?" Shawn's concerned voice says through the phone.

I rush back to the bed and pick up the phone. "Hi sorry I'm fine, I was just a little nauseous."

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Umm, it's been on and off for about 4 days..."

"What?? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Shawn, it's no big deal it'll probably pass, I'm fine."

"How bad is it?"

"I've uhm... I've thrown up three times," I say admittedly.

"Have you gone to the doctor's yet?"

"No, I don't need to, it's most likely just that time of month..."

"But this is unusual isn't it? Can you go anyways, just to make sure?"

"Stop worrying babe, it's probably nothing,"

"Please? I won't be able to perform tonight if I don't know that you're okay."

I sigh. "Okay, I'll call and make an appointment."

"Thank you. I love you darling."

"Love you too Shawny." I hang up the phone.

I step into the doctor's office a few hours later, and walk up to the reception.

"Hi, I have an appointment, my name is Y/N Mendes."

She looks at her screen for a moment. "Ah yes, room 12 down the hall please."