Shawn's POV
It had been a long day at the studio, and all I wanted to do was curl up next to my wife and sleep. It sounded so nice, especially since I've been up since five, writing down some possible lyrics and creating melodies to go along with them. Then I was at the studio at approximately 8 am, working with a band and collaborating with other artists.
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and start driving home to Y/N's and I's apartment here in Los Angeles.
It was nearly 10:30 pm when I had gotten there after the traffic of late-night Los Angeles. I was now alert and wide-awake, but I was going to head to bed anyway. I had to have a repeat of today, tomorrow.
I was, however, ready to watch a chick flick if needed if Y/N wanted to - spend some quality time together. Or maybe we could grab dinner.
I take long strides towards the door, prepared to be tackled by my wife as usual. I was ready to see her in her pajamas and hair up, beautiful as ever. She probably had a busy day as well with work and doing things around the house. She needed some time to relax as well, curled up in bed with me.
I unlock the door and open it to see all the lights off, oddly enough. There wasn't a sign of her around: no loud music, no constant baking in the kitchen, or light in the living room as she read her newly boughten book.
It was lifeless in here.
Worried, I call out her name.
"In the bedroom!" I hear her call out.
I set my backpack on the ground by the door, and stroll over. She was holding a muffin with a birthday candle in her hands. "Happy early birthday, baby."
Confused, I walk closer and shut the door behind me. "My birthday isn't until another two weeks. What's this?" She just extends her arms towards me until the lit candle and muffin were in my face. She tells me to make a wish, so I do and blow out the candle.
"I got you a present!" She yips as she brings me a small, rectangular box, exchanging it for the muffin. It was a nicely ribbon-wrapped box. "Open! Open!" She sounded very excited and anxious for me to open it.
I slowly tug at the bow, unraveling it and it's beauty. I open the box, my eyes never leaving her caramel ones. A smile so large, it must have hurt her cheeks, was plastered on her face. I look down to see a small, white and blue stick in the red box with a very faint plus sign.
I had dropped the box on the ground, my heart racing. "No! Are you really-"
"Yes! Two months!" Y/N interrupts.
I cover my face with my hands and start weeping. Oh god, it's finally happening, I thought to myself. Y/N wraps her tiny arms around me, her face nuzzled in the crook of my neck.
"Congratulations, Shawn, you're finally a dad."
