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You had been nauseous.
That’s when you first thought of the possibility, but it still wasn’t time for you to have your period, so you didn’t think much about it.
But when your time came and went and you still hadn’t, that’s when you got a test.
You weren’t sure if you should tell Shawn you were taking a test. Would he be disappointed if it said no. Or, would he be disappointed if it said yes.
This was scary, the last time you went through this you were alone, and you didn’t want that to happen again. It was hard enough the first time, but now with Presley, it was almost impossible.
So you took the test without him.
With shaky hands you peed on the stick, capping the end when you finished. You ‘bout dropped the damn thing when you set it on the counter, your hands were shaking so much.
You proceeded to get up and wash your hands after flushing. You thought the two minutes the first time you ever took a test was long, this time it felt like it was taking years for a fucking minute to pass.
The the timer beeped.
You gulped, and rubbed your face as you walked to the counter. You slowly took the stick and made yourself look at the answer.
You are pregnant.
It’s been a week since you found out. Shawn has just gotten home from a small trip to LA. He’s recording what he’s calling your album.
Everything is about you. The songs, the purpose, the muse. Everything.
You had gone over every way you could tell him in your head. You could do some cute, tumblr worthy reveal but that’s not your relationship with Shawn.
It’s more of a personal, between just you too.
So that’s how your gonna do it, when your alone.
“Hey wife.” He grins walking in the bedroom, Presley on his hip. He sets his bag down and walks to you. You smile, and it’s hitting you hard.
You’re having his baby.
“Hey.” You say, trying not to get tearful.
He leans down and kisses you. You lean up on your toes to reach him better and pull away remembering that he’s holding Presley.
“Did you do something new?” He asks staring at you.
“I don’t know, you are just glowing.” He says, smile playing on his lips.
“Presley, can you go get your jamas on?” You ask, looking over at her.
Really you just wanted to get her out of the room so you could tell Shawn. He’s been home less than 10 minutes and you already can’t keep it from him.
“And brush your teeth and I’ll meet you for your bedtime story.” Shawn agrees, setting he down. She runs off to her room, closing her door.
Shawn starts to walk to his bag but you catch his hand. He looks over at you confused as you pull him to the bathroom.
“What?” He asks as you sit him in the toilet lid.
“I need to show you something.” You say, opening the top drawer and pulling out the positive pregnancy test. You hand it to him and wait to see his reaction.
“What is this?” He asks looking from you to him. He looks so confused but then it’s like it hits him. “Wait.” He looks up at your smiling face. He looks back at the test and then you again. “The two lines means positive right?”
“Yeah Shawn, it’s positive.”
You laugh and say, “That’s what I said.”
“You are really pregnant?”
“Yeah.” You rub your still flat tummy. He smiles wide, his large hand finding your stomach.
“Come here.” He says pulling you to him by your hips. You stand in front of him, belly to his face. He smiles as you caress his face. “Hey Munchkin.” His hands rub your belly. “It’s your Dad.” You feel yourself tear up. “I love you so much, and I’m gonna be here for you whatever you need. Just do me a favor okay, just be nice to your mom while your in there.” He peers up at you. His face falters when he sees you crying, making him rise and take you into his strong arms.
“I’m okay, it’s just my hormones.”
“Oh okay, but these are good tears right?”
“The best.” You giggle.
“So Presley, you know when I asked if you wanted a brother or a sister?” You ask one night, deciding on a whim that it’s time to tell her. Shawn looks up from his phone and she looks up from her drawing.
“Yeah.” She says nodding.
“What would you think if you were going to get one?”
“No.” You laugh. “In about 7 months.”
“Can it be a sister?”
“Maybe, but it might be a brother.” You say.
“Where does it come from?” She asks confused.
“It’s in Mommy’s tummy.” Shawn answers.
“Did you eat it?” She’s really confused now. You and Shawn both laugh at her question.
“No, I didn’t eat it. We have so much love in our family that we made a baby, and it’s in Mommy’s tummy and will come out when it’s big enough to be here with us.”
“Oh, so not for a while.”
“Yeah.” You both nod.
Shawn’s away for a meeting in New York, he’s also on a Talk Show and then Jimmy Fallon.
iMessage from Husband: Baby check up please.
iMessage to Husband: What does that mean?
iMessage from Husband: Send me proof my baby and babygirl are all good.
iMessage to Husband: All good Love.
iMessage from Husband: God I love you, keep my Munchkin safe.
iMessage to Husband: Your Munchkin is safe, promise.
You don’t hear from him after that, knowing he was on Fallon tonight you knew he was busy. You stay up late to watch him and get a notification from Instagram.
shawnmendes has posted a picture
You open the app and wait for the picture to load, you gasp when you see what he’s posted.
@ shawnmendes: October 4th 2021
You’re eyes go wide, he just told the world you were pregnant.
You go to call him but then he walks out on stage on Fallon. His phone goes to voicemail, and your eyes narrow on him on the screen in front of him.
“Hey man!” Fallon starts.
They talk about his music, and new music videos. You’ve tried to call Andrew, Geoff and Brian ready to rip someones head off, but no one is answering their phone.
“So I’m hearing that you shared an interesting picture before you came out here.”
“I did.” He nods. The picture shows in the background and he blushes as he looks back at it.
“Care to explain.”
“I mean, what is there to explain.”
“Are you and your wife pregnant?”
“I mean, what do you think?” He chuckles.
“How’s the wife taking the excitement.”
“I’m sure she’s pissed at me, she didn’t know I was posting that.”
“Oh, yeah I’m sure your phone is blowing up.”
“It is.” He nods.
“Extremely. This is number two for us, but so exciting.”
Holy shit he’s about to spill about Presley too.
“Um” He’s caught himself, realized what he just did. “Yeah, we’ve got a little one.”
“Five years ago.” He laughs uncomfortably, knows he’s dead once he’s off that stage.
“Wow, I think that deserves a commercial break.”
The second a commercial comes on you are calling again.
“Hey.” He answers, he’s wary.
“Shawn? What the fuck, you just told about Presley and Munchkin.”
“I know, Munchkin was planned, she was not.”
“What the fuck?”
“Hey don’t use that language around my Munchkin.”
“Shawn, I am not in a joking mood right now. You didn’t even discuss this with me.”
“I know and I’m sorry but I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to post.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“How are you?”
“A little pissed off and craving a burger.”
“Yeah and fries and a chocolate milkshake.”
“Hey I have to go back on, but I’ll talk to you after?”
“Yeah, don’t spill anymore personal secrets.”
“Promise” He says before the line goes dead.
You are drifting off to sleep on the couch, Shawn’s interview over, A knock sounds on the door and you jump awake. You walk to the door, grabbing Shawn’s flannel and pulling it on over your tank top. You look out the window and see Matt standing on your porch.
“Matt?” You ask opening the door for him.
“Hi.” He smiles, sleep thick in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been sent with food.” He says holding a brown bag that smells of fries. “Also a milkshake.”
“Did he really send you to get me food?”
“Yeah, said it was part of an apology.”
“Awe.” You sigh.
“Here.” He hands you the food.
“Do you want like coffee or something for the road?”
“Nah, thanks tho.”
“Thanks Matt, you didn’t have too.”
“He loves you, and I know he spilled the beans without telling you but don’t be too mad. He’s just excited. He literally ran around the whole arena after your first appointment, showing the picture to everyone.”
“He’s just so excited, and when he’s excited he can’t keep his mouth shut.”
“Alright, I’m gonna go. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks Matt.” You wave as he walks down the driveway to his car.
iMessage to Husband: Thanks for the burger, fries and milkshake. I love you Baby. Love that you’re my Munchkins Dad.
“Hey Baby.” Shawn smiles as you walk out of the bathroom.
“Morning.” You smile at him. He grins back, loving your energy.
“Wait stop, I want a picture. You look so good there.” He says taking his phone out. He snaps a few pictures, telling you how hot you look and how much he loves you.
“Did you get your picture?”
“Yeah come take a look.”
“Damn my wife is beautiful.” He smiles as he looks at the picture.
“Shh.” You blush pushing his face to the side. He grins and kisses you, hands on your stomach.
“My munchkin is getting so big.” He whispers looking down at his hands that hold your stomach.
“I know, he can’t get much bigger. I’ll be a whale.”
“Shh.” He hushes you. “You won’t be a whale, you’ll be my smoking hot wife that’s carrying my Munchkin.”
“You know, we found out it was a boy and we decided on a name, you can call him Raul now.”
“But he’s my Munchkin, been calling him that since day one.”
“So yeah, I’ve got my Raul, but Raul is my Munchkin.”
“I hope he looks like you.”
He was nominated for a Grammy.
Although no one wanted to talk about his music, they just wanted to talk about you and Raul.
They were dying to find out a sex, and a name. You both had decided that that was personal and that you wanted to keep that to yourself, you’re family didn’t even know. Not even Presley.
“You look incredible.” He whispers in your ear, whiskey on his breath.
“Thanks Babe, you’re killing me in that shirt”
“I know I am, but you’re wearing that dress, so?” He grins.
“Shawn.” You whine quietly, catching his gaze that had moved back to the awards. “I want you.”
“I want you.”
You couldn’t help it. With your hormones and him in his white button up and fluffy curls. You were needy and horny and needed him.
“I mean, I’m not gonna say no to that. Where?”
“Get the fuck up.” He growls in your ear.
The locks behind you and it gets a little steamy during your time in the bathroom. He’s smiling at you like a mad man when he buttons his shirt back up. You’re fixing yourself in the mirror, making sure you’re good to go.
“Stop smiling like you just got lucky.” You tease as he can’t stop smirking.
“But I did just get lucky.” He says kissing your cheek. You giggle and have him zip up your dress again.
“Take a picture with me.” You say catching his hand as he tries to leave.
“We literally just had sex and now you want a picture.”
“Pregnancy update.” You shrug. “We’ll hide your ‘just fucked’ face.” You say grabbing your phone. He laughs at your comment and stands next you, grabbing his whiskey. You snap a few pictures and then head back out to your seats.
He didn’t win, but he’s honored he was nominated. He makes a post anyway, as she falls asleep against his shoulder on the couch. He got her heels off and she begged to cuddle before bed, and he couldn’t say no as she pleaded with her puppy dog look.
@ shawnmendes: Who needs a Grammy when you have a Trophy Wife.
Time for your maternity pictures.
Shawn is recording so he couldn’t make it, but Presley could. She promised to step in and take pictures with her Mom since he couldn’t be there.
They were almost finished when you asked to take one on your phone to send to Shawn.
iMessage to Husband: She did great filling in today. Munchkin looked good.
iMessage from Husband: God I am so lucky, my family is the most beautiful one out there, swear to god.
@ shawnmendes: October 2nd 2021, Raul Issac Mendes.
We thank you for the love and support. Mom and Son are perfect. My Munchkin made it two days before he was due, had a speedy delivery and came in at 8 pounds 20 inches. So glad my Munchkin is here. I couldn’t be happier to have this family.
For my little girl, I hope you know that I love you to the moon and back. That I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always believe in you.
For my Wife, I hope you know that I love you, forever and always. You gave me a family that I can’t ever repay you for, but I hope that my being there and support can be start to. I love you more everyday and you are so beautiful, that I love looking at you.
And now, for my Boy. You are so loved, and gonna be so spoiled. I love and am gonna protect you. You’re my boy and I can’t wait to watch you grow.
We may be even in the house with two boys and two girls, but our girls come first and they will be protected at all times. I just have an extra set of hands now.