Note; I wanted to write a bit after this, but it wasn’t coming out right so I ended up giving up. I might come back and add to it later 😄
It was a little past one in the morning. Normally Shawn would have been asleep by now, but he was still ‘pumped up’ from his evening work out with Geoff. I didn’t mind much, it was nice having someone to talk to while I did my late-night editing session, although there wasn’t much editing going on.
Shawn turned his head as I poked his cheek again, “Yes?”
“I’m hungry.” He chuckled at my pout.
“Baby, you’re eight-months pregnant. You’re always hungry,” I glared at him through the dimly lit room. He leaned up to kiss my cheek, laughing harder which only made me more annoyed, “God you’re adorable. Okay, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Can you drive me to Hortons?” I asked sweetly.
“Baby, the closest one is like half an hour away.” Shawn sighed, running a hand through his hair, but I knew he was close to giving in already.
“Please. I’ll buy you a muffin.” I stared down at him with wide, puppy dog eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say no, especially when muffins were involved.
I was right. Groaning, Shawn sat up, his large hands instinctively reaching out for my barely-there baby bump as he pecked my lips.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled before climbing out of bed, searching the floor for his jeans and hoodie.