Strings. //s.m.

Chapter 10.

"Knock knock" Denise peeks her head in the doorway.
"Come in" I say.
She walks in followed by April who runs straight for me.
"Hey little lady are you ready for dinner?" I ask, picking her up and resting her on my hip. Her eyes dart to Shawn.
"Can you say Hi..to..Daddy" I say nervously, walking us towards him.
He looks apprehensive as well.
"Hi. You're my daddy?" She asks.
He nods and is suddenly grinning ear to ear.
"Lets go wash your hands before dinner." I carry her to the kitchen sink.
"So your the Shawn?" I can hear Denise ask from 5 feet away. "Shawn Mendes?"
"-Okay dinners ready" I interrupt before Shawn gets uncomfortable.
Denise stays for dinner which got rid of some of my tensions. But I feel kind of relieved now that shes gone.

Ive changed April out of her clothes and into her pajamas.
"Mommy, am I going to have a mommy and a daddy now?" It takes me by surprise. Mainly becuase shes four years old and no four year old should have to be with out one of their parents. And partly because I wasn't expecting her to ask. Shes too young to worry.
"Yes" Shawn says from behind me.
He comes over and leans down in front of her. And With out saying a word she throws her arms around him, giving him one of her neck choking hugs.
I just about collapse into a pile of happiness.
We kneel down next to her bed to tuck her in. I read her one of her favourite books- one of which I read her almost every night.
We get up and stand in the door way for a minute to make sure shes really asleep. I raise my arm up and rub Shawns back. I could see the apprehension in his eyes and wonder if he was suddenly having any regrets.
Im sure being thrown into fatherhood is scary as hell for him. Hes was always so great with kids though. I just dont know how he feels about me.

(Warning sexual content. Reader discretion is advised)
I quietly shut April's door careful not to wake her.
"Is it bad that im already plotting the demise of anybody that ever hurts her?" Shawn asks me.
"Absolutely not." I assure him.
He looks so cute in his button up. I just need to be close to him again. I cup his cheeks in my hands, feeling his stubble face. I just want to squeeze him and make sure he's real.
"When did you grow facial hair?" I tease.
He laughs and I swear its like music to my ears.
"Does it bother you?" He grins.
"Nope"
Ugh. What is this? He should be furious at me. Leaving him, not telling him about his daughter. We should be screaming at each other, filing custody papers. Not flirting with eachother. I guess this just further proves that hes way too good for me. Hes the best...what? Boyfriend? Acquaintance? Father of my child?
He raises his hand and lets it hover near my face before pushing my hair behind my ear and resting his palm on my cheek.
I shamelessly lean into his hand and let out a small breath.
We stare at eachother for a little too long. He leans towards me and I grab his face pulling his lips into mine. He wraps his arms around me as our lips move in sync. We stumble backwards until he bumps into the wall.
I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands through his hair.
We find our way into the bed room.
I unbotton his shirt while kissing his face making my way to his neck and behind his ear.
He picks me up and we collapse on my bed.
I start to get nervous as he unzips my dress, wondering if I have the same effect on him as I used to. I hear my dress land on the floor somewhere. My insecurities slip away when I see Shawn staring at me. Hes never made me feel anything but beautiful. His breathing hitches. He leaves kisses on my bikini line. I quietly sigh tugging on his hair. He painfully-slowly leaves a trail of love bites up my stomach and chest.
When his lips makes it to my mouth hes laying on top of me, I can feel his hardness through his pants
I slide my hand under him and rub it through his khakis. He moans in my mouth and I smile agaist our kiss knowing im making him feel good.
"Fuck" he sighs.
I slide off his pants as he unclasps my bra.
"You-"
"Yes" I answer. Agreeing to whatever he was going to ask.