Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pregnancy (Cute) (Daddy Shawn)

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"Can I get a big popcorn?" Raul asks his dad as he tugs on the bottom of Shawn's shirt. They're in the queue at the movies, waiting in line to get the tickets and candy for Toy Story 4. Shawn looks at you and you look back.

"You can have a small one, bud. We're going for dinner after, remember?" You remind the four-year-old and he pouts his bottom lip out. Just like his dad, you think. Shawn smiles and ruffles the boys' curls, pull him into his side and Raul mindlessly reaches for your fingers as he holds them.

"Okay," he mumbles, least bit impressed but he doesn't sulk, never sulks. He's a good boy, really. Listens well, respects others, and loves just as hard as you and Shawn do. You're proud, you both are, and you show it in every and any way that you can.

Shawn smiles down at his son and looks back up at you, offering a cheeky wink and you don't bother trying to hide the small blush that rises to the apples of your cheeks. Even after seven years together and a child, he still makes you melt.

The line moves forward rather quickly and despite a few stolen glances from teenage girls, all three of you go as though you're completely normal and not engaged to, or are the son of a rockstar. You get your tickets and snacks and make your way to the screening, finding your seats and Raul plops himself between you both, eyes bright with a toothy smile on his lips.

"You excited, bub?" You ask him, tickling his knee and Raul nods frantically, curls bouncing on his head and you chuckle at his eagerness. Toy Story has been his favorite ever since he watched the first one when he was eight months old. He's got a collection of dolls and the storybooks even has a Woody costume that he's used for the last two Halloweens. Refuses to get rid of it, even if it does cling to him being a size or three too small.

"The TV is so big!" Raul exclaims and yourself and Shawn almost forgot that this is his first time at the movies. You grin as Shawn tickles his little belly and throws a small blanket over his legs. Shawn insisted he brought it, knows the theatre gets cold during the movies and knows Raul would only complain.

Raul shimmies back in his seat and gets comfy, intertwining his chubby little fingers over his lap and Shawn swears he's never seen anything cuter... but then he looks at you and you're smiling softly at your engagement ring with a sparkle in your eyes and he forgets how to breathe for a hot second.

"Dad! It's starting!" Raul claps, breaking his dad out of his trance and you smile at your precious little boy, leaning back in your seat and Shawn hands him his little tub of popcorn, reminds him it has to last him the entire movie.

Shawn's got a large coke and popcorn while you sit with your lemonade and M&M's, munching away as the adverts and trailers come to an end and the famous Pixar intro appears on the screen.

The theatre is packed and the lights are dim and you jump a little when you feel something tap you on your shoulder. You spin your head, noticing it's only Shawn reaching over his son's chair to touch you. His aim was to wrap an arm over your shoulder but he doesn't quite reach, so he lets his fingers gently trace the skin on the back of your neck instead.

It's about an hour into the movie when you feel a sudden discomfort that sits on your bladder and you shift in your seat. You turn to look at your boys, both of them too busy stuffing their faces with popcorn and their eyes are locked solid to the screen.

You roll your eyes. "I'm just going to the bathroom," you whisper to them, both hardly mumbling a response and you rush out of the row and down the steps to the bathroom outside.