Well, like it says in the title, this will be a pregnancy series with Shawn Mendes.
The way I've written it, he's your husband but you can imagine he's your boyfriend, partner,etc if you don't like that.
You ready for a nine month journey to mothe...
You were on the couch watching TV. Shawn came over to you with a plate of dinner, handing it to you with a smile.
"I don't want it," you pushed your plate away. "But you didn't have any dinner," he protested. "Well, obviously I wasn't hungry," you snapped, "Do you have any idea what it's like to spend all day in the toilet throwing up everything you've eaten ? Do you know how frustrating it is when even the smallest amount of activity tires you out ?And may I remind you it's because I'm carrying your child, you could be more supportive, ugh."
You were being unreasonable. Shawn was amazing. He looked after you so well and he was the most supportive person in the world. But lately, you couldn't seem to control your moods. And you took it out on Shawn, quite a lot. At first, it had resulted in arguments. Now, however, he understood, and though he felt a little hurt by your words, he would take a deep breath, and try his best to calm you down.
"I'm sorry, baby. God, Y/N, I am so sorry. I would do anything so you wouldn't have to go through all of this," he said softly.
'Wait, he was apologizing ? Oh my gosh! How could I say all of that to him,' your mood was now shifting, and you were feeling extremely guilty.
"Shawn, I'm sorry, I didn-"
"Baby, no. Please don't apologize. It's not your fault, you know that. Dr. Williams said mood swings were normal,"
"But I said all those horrible things to you and you don't deserve it, and your always so caring but I'm always so rude to you lately,"
Shawn gently stroked your face. You burst into tears. "Hey, don't cry, baby, don't cry," he pulled you into his arms, soothing you. "I-I don't, hic, d-deserve you," you sobbed. "No, no baby. If anything I don't deserve you, my amazing, smart, beautiful, sexy wife." And that made you cry harder.
Shawn took a deep breath, "Hey, calm down, baby. Okay, how about we go have ice cream now, and then you'll have your dinner, okay ?"
"You brought ice cream?" You perked up. "Yeah," You squealed, going into the kitchen. Shawn, shaking his head fondly, followed.
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