Request: hey so the domestic thing, how about shawn is handling the his newborn baby and nothing seems to work until he plays the guitar or sings for them?
Shawn woke up to the sound of whimpers, and he shot up and out of bed. He saw the crib in the corner of the room was empty, and he felt his heart speed up. He followed the cries until he came upon the nursery, seeing you sitting in the rocking chair, rocking your crying baby as you let out a few tears. “Please go to sleep, little angel. Mommy’s tired, so tired.” You whispered, sniffling.
The floor creaked and your head rose, lip quivering when you saw your husband. “She won’t stop crying.”
Shawn rushed over, taking the baby from your hands. “Have you tried feeding her?” He asked, and you nodded.
“She’s not hungry, I changed her diaper, and tried that dryer thing my mom mentioned. Nothing’s working.” You mumbled. “I’m a horrible mom.”
“No, you’re not.” Shawn replied, heart aching. “Can you go grab my guitar, please?” He asked, thumb rubbing across his baby’s arm.
You stood up and left the room, wiping your eyes as you left. Shawn looked out the window and sighed when he saw a few cars go zooming by, and looked down at his baby. She had unfortunately inherited her father’s lungs, and that meant she could cry hor hours on end without tire. “Here you go, hun.” You set the guitar along the wall, and Shawn thanked you, passing the baby back.
“Sit down, relax.” Shawn nodded towards the rocking chair, and you settled yourself down, and looked at the singer.
“What’re you gonna do?”
“Sing to her.” Shawn twisted one of the knobs on the neck of the guitar, and sniffled. He began strumming softly, to the tune of one of his old songs.
“Kid in love?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow up.
Shawn nodded as he began singing softly, smiling when the baby’s cries softened to only the occasional whipmer. His voice lulled not only the baby to sleep, but you, as well. He stopped singing when he was sure the baby was asleep, and carefully lifted her out of your arms, and settled her in the crib. He gently rubbed your shoulder, waking you up. “C’mon, babe, let’s go to bed.”
Taking his hand, you followed your husband into bed, and curled into his side, falling into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. At last, the two of you had found a solution to your baby’s incessant cries at night.
a/n: ha this is so short i am so sorry but like, yeah dad shawn is the best send me dad shawn requests omg