Something Small (Book #2 in the Shallison Series)-Completed

Chapter Twelve

Allison's POV

*Sunday Night*

"Hey Ali?" Shawn asked.

We were sitting at the dining room table, paying bills.

"Do you wanna go out tonight?" He continued.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Of course! Just let me finish writing out this check and I will go get ready."

"You look fine the way you are now." Shawn gestures towards my black skinny jeans and Tfios shirt.

"No I don't!" I yelled as I jogged up the stairs.

When I got into the bathroom, I gasped at the sight of my hair. I had it in a ponytail, and various strands of hair were sticking out in different directions.

Instead of fixing my hair, I went to my closet. It took me about five minutes to decide what to wear. I put on a high waisted light pink skirt with black tights. I chose a matching white crop top with the infinity sign on it. I slipped on some black flats and went back into the bathroom. I brushed out my hair and French braided it. For jewelry, I wore the locket Shawn gave me, diamond earrings inherited from my mom, a charm bracelet from Aaliyah, and of course, my engagement ring. Before going downstairs, I pulled out a few strands from the side of the braid, to make it look more stylish. Messy in a good way kind of thing. I grabbed my phone and purse and headed downstairs.

Shawn was waiting in the kitchen, sitting on a stool playing his guitar. I recognized the tune, it was a song he wrote for me last year. It's called Life of the Party.

He didn't sing, I waited in the hallway, hiding behind the wall. Out of sight from Shawn. He just played the whole song through, but never sang. I wonder what's wrong. I mean, he loves to sing.

I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Shawn, you ready to go?" I asked, putting my hand on his knee.

"Yeah, just let me get the keys." Shawn stood up and put his guitar on the couch on his way to get the keys from the coffee table.

Shawn didn't say anything about my outfit. Which is very strange, he always compliments me. I sound like a spoiled brat, but he really does say something, usually.

He opened the door for me. I smiled at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was too busy locking the door behind him.

He even opened the car door for me, but never once said anything. We were in the car and the radio played softly. Shawn has one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the center counsel. I put my hand on top of his, he just grabbed my hand instead of lacing our fingers together, like he usually does.

"Shawn? Are you going to break up with me?" I asked softly, afraid of the answer I was going to get.

"NO NO! Of course not! I would never do that!" He assured me, lacing our fingers together.

"Why are you being so...so...sad?"

Shawn looked over at me but didn't smile.

"Tell me, Shawn."

He sighed. "I'm afraid I'm going to be a horrible father. I don't really know anything about kids! I didn't even really ever babysit Aaliyah, mom always had you do that. I've never really experienced babies before, what if I'm not a good dad?"

"Shawn, we both are beginners, but we'll get the hang of it! It's okay, I'm sure you'll be a wonderful dad. You sure do have a great dad to look up to! Shawn, you're amazing, and you're gonna be an amazing dad too."