Shawn is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Yes, he may act like a 2 year old and, yes, he may be a dick sometimes, but I still love him, no matter what. And he loves me.
"SHAWN! GET YOUR CUTE ARSE DOWN HERE!" I yell up the stairs. He struts into view at the top of the stairs and pulls his cringeworthy poses worthy of a person in an old people's home with back problems. Coming down the stairs, he trips on the bottom step and falls into my arms.
"Chill, jeez. First you embarrass yourself now you bruise me. Is this how you repay me for letting you move into my house, huh?" I say, trying to put on a serious tone.
"You know your sexy when your angry..." He growls, palming me through my skinny ripped jeans.
"Get your fucking hand out of my jeans! I'm trying to tell you something!" I giggle in my English accent.
"Yes, mommy. Sorry, mommy," He mumbles, sticking his bottom lip out and using his puppy dog eyes. "What d'you wanna show me, anyway?" He sighs, pulling his hand out of my jeans.
"This..." I slowly reveal a small stick, a pregnancy test... a positive pregnancy test.
"SHIIIIITTTTTT! IIIMMMM GOOONNNNAAAAA BEEEE AAAA DAAADDDDDD!"
