reason to stay - part two
a/n: after a very long time I finally wrote part two of ‘reason to stay’. I’m sure you’ve all forgotten about this, but enjoy!
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“What?” The words left Shawn’s lips before he had even fully processed what you just told him.
“I’m pregnant.” You say again, waiting for any signs of any emotion from Shawn.
He stares at you, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks, “Really?”
You nod, stepping closer to him. The bags fall from his hands and he drops to his knees, resting his hands on your hips. He rests his forehead against your stomach, taking deep breaths. You run your fingers through his hair, your tears falling harder than before.
After a couple of minutes you get down on your knees in front of Shawn, taking his face in your hands. He moves your hands away and buries his face in the crook of your neck, tears still wetting his cheeks. You grab his face again gently and make him look at you, wiping his tears with your thumbs.
“Shawn. Shawn, look at me…” you say softly.
He slowly looks at you, his eyes red.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says quietly.
“No, no, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ve been expecting too much from you. Besides, I threw a plate at you.” You whisper, kissing his forehead with a small laugh.
He chuckles, shaking his head, “(Y/n), you expected everything you should’ve from me, I just didn’t meet those expectations like I should have. I deserved to have a plate thrown at me and you didn’t hit me so it doesn’t count.”
“There’s no winning this is there?” You ask with a small smile, gently running your thumbs over Shawn’s cheeks.
“No way.” He shakes his head.
You kiss him quickly, looking directly into his eyes, “Shawn, we need to have a serious talk though.”
He nods, standing up and pulling you up with him. He leads you to the couch, turning to face you. You sit on the couch criss-cross, facing Shawn.
“Did you mean it?” You ask, looking down at your hands.
“Mean what?” He asks, gently making you look at him.
“You said you ‘guess we just fell out of love’. Did you mean it? Do you really not love me anymore?”
Shawn’s expression softens as he looks you in the eyes.
“Of course I still love you, (Y/n).”
“Then why did you say it? I mean you were about to walk out.”
He stares at you, “I don’t know. It was heat of the moment. I was so sure you didn’t love me and wanted me to leave. I really wanted you to say something, anything to make me stay. You really outdid yourself here.”
You laugh softly and take his hands in yours, “I mean, I had a nice way to tell you all planned out, but obviously that didn’t work.”
“Obviously.” He grins.
You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. You were suddenly exhausted and just wanted to relax.
“What’s wrong?” Shawn asks, cupping your face in his hands.
“Just ready to relax.”
“I’ll run you a bath.”
Before you can say anything Shawn is already up and in the bathroom. You walk into the bathroom to see Shawn leaning next to the tub, running the water over his hand to make sure it’s not too hot. He knows exactly how warm you like the water. When Shawn notices you he stands up and helps you get undressed, his fingers grazing over your stomach. Shawn leans over and grabs a hair-tie, putting your hair up for you before getting undressed himself. Shawn steps into the tub, sitting down and getting situated before you slide in and lean against his chest.
“I’m really sorry about how everything went down earlier and for what I said.” He says, gently running his fingers up and down your thighs.
“So am I.” You lean your head back against Shawn’s shoulder.
Shawn wraps his arms around your torso, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. You close your eyes, sighing contently. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a final kiss on the soft skin against his lips.
“I really do love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too.” You smile.
“What would you name them?” You ask Shawn after a while.
He takes a minute to think, “If they’re a girl, I think Melody would be pretty. For a boy, Jonathan.”
“I really like those.”
“What about middle names? Melody Grace? Jonathan Michael?” Shawn shrugs.
“Shawn, how long have you been thinking of names for our children?”
“Longer than you think.” He chuckles.
“Good. Now we don’t have to worry about having to think of a name later on.”
“Well, we still have to think of a name.”
“No, I like those names. Melody Grace Mendes. Jonathan Michael Mendes. They both have a pretty nice ring to them, eh?”
“I guess they do.” He holds you closer to him, a smile on his face.
“I bet the little one is gonna have your mop of curls.” You grin, thinking about what the baby could look like.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. I hope they have your eyes and nose too. Oh, and musical talent.” You play around with Shawn’s fingers.
“I hope they get everything else from you though.”
“Yeah, really. Don’t want then to end up with your giant hands.” You joke.
“Wow. I see how it is.”
“Aaliyah is gonna love the hell out of this kid.”
“Boy, is that right.”
“Speaking of Aaliyah, when are we gonna tell our families? And how?”
“We can tell them this weekend. Liyah will be home and she said she wants to see us. As for how, I don’t know.” He leaves a kiss behind your ear.
“We’ve got a few days to come up with something.
The day has come where you tell Shawn’s family you’re pregnant. You walk into the house, Aaliyah practically tackling you and Shawn in a hug. You wrap your arms around her and squeeze her tight.
"Missed you kid.” You say as you step back.
“Missed you too.” She smiles.
You hand her an envelope that has her name neatly written on it and she flips it over, about to open it.
“Hold on,” You stop her, “Wait for your parents.”
She stops, but nods, looking at Shawn.
“So, no 'I missed you more than anything. You’re the most amazing sister and I can’t believe I go so long at a time without seeing you’?”
Shawn laughs and pulls her into another hug, kissing the top of her head, “I missed you, Liyah.”
“I missed you too, Shawn.” She grins.
“Where are mom and dad?” Shawn asks, looking around.
You walk out back and hand them each their own envelope.
“Don’t open them yet. I want you and Aaliyah to open them at the same time.”
“Did you do that thing where you randomly get us all the same gift again?” Manny asks, looking at you.
“Maybe.” You reply before walking back inside.
Everyone is sitting together in the living room, Manny, Karen, and Aaliyah opening their envelopes. They open the cards inside and read what you’ve written before looking up at you.
“Are you serious?” Aaliyah asks before anyone else can.
“Yeah.” You and Shawn both nod.
“Oh my god. Oh my god!” She jumps up hugging you, followed my Manny and Karen before they move to hug Shawn.
“Congrats you guys!” Karen says, a huge smile on her face.
You and Shawn both thank her before turning to Aaliyah.
“Liyah. Listen here young lady. You can’t tell anyone about this yet because not everyone knows and we want to wait a while before telling the public.” You say.
She nods, “Okay. Secret is safe with me.”
Aaliyah looks down at the card still in her hands, “What did your cards say? Mine said: I can’t wait for you to play hockey with me. We’ll have a lot of fun when I’m beating you on the ice. I already know we’ll be best friends. Can’t wait to meet you, Auntie Liyah. Love, baby Mendes.”
“We’ll have the best of times hanging out together. You can teach me how to perfectly decorate for every occasion. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandma. Love, baby Mendes.” Karen reads.
Manny looks at his and reads it out loud, “We’re going to have a blast when I get there. You’ll spoil me and sneak behind mom and dad’s backs sometimes. I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandpa. Love, baby Mendes.”
You look at Shawn and hand him an envelope, “Baby Mendes has a note for you too.”
Shawn opens the envelope and reads it so everyone can hear, “I can’t wait for you to teach me how to play guitar and I can’t wait for you to sing me to sleep. I can’t wait for you to hold me until I fall back asleep after a bad dream. I can’t wait for you to teach me how to love with every part of me and for you to show me how to be respectful and kind to everyone no matter what. I can’t wait for you to write a song that will be our song. I know you’ll love me forever no matter what. Can’t wait to meet you, Daddy. Love, you baby.”
Shawn pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head when he finishes reading it.
“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.
“I love you too.”
He pulls back and gives you a kiss before wiping the tears from his eyes.
You knew Shawn was going to be the best dad to your child and you couldn’t wait for all the moments to come of your little family.