Shawn Mendes Imagines

Day Off

Request from @brideofharrystyles. Hope you enjoy x

"Vic?" I hear a husky voice call from the bedroom, the sound alone already improving my mood for the day.
"In the kitchen," I call back, reaching up above the sink to open the window, the heat from the sun quickly warming the room. I grunt with the effort, my swollen stomach straining against the soft fabric of my dress.
"Morning, gorgeous," Shawn whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he reaches over my head to open the window for me, laughing softly under his breath at my noise of protest.
"I nearly had it!" I huff.
"Sure you did, sweetheart." He soft lips brush against my forehead as wraps his arms around me, his voice rough from sleep.
I snort very ungracefully, shaking my head as I resume getting breakfast ready.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed for work?" I ask, glancing at the clock as Shawn settles himself atop the counter, grabbing a piece of fruit from a nearby bowl.
"Shouldn't you be on bed rest?" He retaliates, cocking his head to the side as he bites into an apple.
I groan. "You know I can't stay still for long. I'm going insane being cooped up like this!" I exclaim, wildly gesturing with my hands.
"I know, baby, I know." He walks over to me again, his apple sitting forgotten on the counter. "Which is why..." he says slowly, his voice low as he wraps his arms tight around me.
"Which is why..." I prompt, desperately trying to hold onto my train of thought as Shawn presses kisses along my jaw and shoulder.
"I'm taking the next week off so we can have time alone before the baby comes." He finishes, his gorgeous eyes scanning my face to catch my reaction.
"Really?" I ask, my mouth stretching into the biggest smile I've done in weeks.
"Really really." He confirms, grinning back at me as I shriek and whirl around in his arms, peppering every inch of his face in kisses, not caring about the scratch of his morning stubble against my skin.
"How did you manage to get out of work? I thought you were meeting with some important songwriters this week?" I ask incredulously, pulling away slightly but keeping my arms wrapped around his neck.
"You seem to forget that your dad is my manager." He winks, chuckling at my reaction.
"I guess there really is perks that come with that." I kiss him one more time on the lips, softer than before but just as much excitement behind it. My day is looking considerably better than it was ten minutes ago. "Thank you," I mumble, lying my head on his T-shirt clad shoulder.
"No need to thank me, beautiful. Now, a pyjama day sounds pretty good, eh?"
"Perfect." I reply, my smile so wide I think my face might crack.

*****

I glance up at Shawn from where I'm cuddled into his side, my head lying on his shoulder, to see his eyes fluttering closed. The investigation discovery channel plays in the background, which is usually one of my favourite things to watch, but right now it couldn't be further from my mind.
"Shawn?" My voice is quiet, half hoping that he won't hear it and continue to fall asleep, though I know this is something I need to get off my chest.
"Mhmm?" His answer comes almost immediately. Damn.
"Um... I just... you see... I can't..." I stumble my way back through the worlds, my face heating up quickly as I try to force myself to say what I want to say.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Shawn's soft voice snaps me out of my jumbled up thoughts. I look up to see him already looking at me, concern swimming in his chestnut eyes. I look down again quickly, my hands suddenly becoming much more fascinating. I wait in silence for a few minutes, desperately trying to find the courage to speak. Shawn doesn't push me, just holds both my hands tightly in his, sitting so he faces me instead of the top of my head. Despite everything, my heart swells with the immense love I have for this man in front of me. Taking a deep breath, I finally blurt our what's been bothering me for the last few days - hell, the last few months.

"I'm scared." My voice is a whisper, my knuckles going white from how hard I'm clutching Shawn's hands.
"Of what?"
And just like that, with one question, the dam has opened. "I don't know. Everything. This," I point to my bulging stomach. "Giving birth. Being a mother. What if something goes wrong? What if I can't do something? What if I won't be a good mother and our baby hates me? What if the nurses see that I'm not able to look after myself let alone a baby and take it away? What if-" I'm working myself into a frenzy but I can't seem to find a way to calm down.
"Victoria." Shawn's voice is firm, steady, as he interrupts my ramblings. "Look at me." He gently tilts my head so he can look into my watery eyes.
My breathing is shallow, my hands shaking even though they still clutch at him.
"I need you to breath for me, honey. In... and out." He breathes with me, our chests rising and falling in time.

When I've finally calmed down enough to stop shaking and my breathing to be controlled, he starts to speak again.
"Victoria Mendes, you are the strongest and kindest person I've ever had the good fortune to meet. I know this all seems scary right now and I can't deny that I'm not scared too, but I also know there's no reason to be. You adore children, sweetheart, and you're amazing around them. No one in their right mind would ever think otherwise. This baby is going to be the luckiest baby alive, you know why?"
I shake my head, tears building once again and threatening to fall.
"Because he or she will have you as their mother." He holds my face carefully between his hands, brushing away stray tears. "I can safely say right now that this baby will be loved like no other, and will live a happy life full of smiles and laughter.

"Sure, giving birth is terrifying and I don't envy you, but you're so strong, baby, so strong. Nothing will go wrong and I'll be there with you every little step of the way. Okay?" His eyebrows are raised, his eyes determined but so full of love.
"Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I throw myself at him, catching him by surprise as I wrap my arms around his waist, but he just hugs me back tighter, kissing the top of my head.

The silence that falls around us isn't uncomfortable.
"I love you." I say after what feels like hours, but could only be minutes. My voice is stronger now, more sure.
"I love you too, sweetheart." His lips brush my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"And Shawn?"
"Yeah?"
"You're going to be the best father ever."

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Can someone please for the love of god tell me what colour this man's eyes are?! I try to avoid writing the colour as much as I can because I honestly haven't a clue anymore.

Anyway... I'll try to update as quickly as possible and I should be on my summer holidays soon so it'll give me time to write more. I seriously have so many ideas - all I have to do is write them. *sigh*
Thanks for reading xx