ashley loves shawn mendes

“And I heard Momma yelling for Daddy but he’s not her dad. He’s mine, Uncle Brian. ”

Brian’s face reddened as he tried not to laugh at his four-year-old nephew telling him what he heard in the hotel room last night while he was having a “slumber party” in Connor’s room - which much to his dismay, was right next to his parents’ room. 

“And I think they kept falling because I heard banging and dad saying bad words.”

Oh he heard banging, alright. Brian looks over at Connor who was now having a laughing fit. He punches his shoulder, trying to quiet him down before little Peter asks - 

“Why’s Uncle Connor laughing? What were momma and daddy doing?”

Brian punches him harder when he stops laughing. “Nice going, Uncle Connor.”

“What were they doing?” he asks again, this time looking up at Shawn’s blue-eyed friend. 

“Nothing, little buddy. Nothing.”

“There you guys are,” y/n and Shawn come into the fairly empty dining area, hand in hand.  “What is this morning’s topic of conversation?” Shawn asks, pulling out a seat for y/n before sitting down himself. 

“I don’t Daddy,” Brian snickers. “Why don’t you and y/n tell us about your night? What’d you do?”

“Momma, are you okay? Why were you screaming for daddy? Did you hurt yourself? I heard something hit the wall.”

Shawn chokes on air. “I’m sorry what?”

“Little Peter here,” Connor smirks, “heard banging from your room last night. Kept him up a little while. He was really worried about you, daddy.”

Y/n clears her throat, “Right, um. Momma stubbed her toe and she needed dad’s help with it.”

“Wow, you must be really clumsy because the banging went on for a while.” Brian laughed.

Both of your cheeks were red but you said nothing. 

“Then why was dad saying bad words?”

“Probably couldn’t help mom in the way she needed him to,” Connor says.

“Hey, you little sh-”

“Shawn, language,” y/n hits his arm. 

He clears his throat, “I helped her multiple times actually. Four if you need a real number.”

“I swear to god, Shawn Peter.”

“Four times, huh? Y/n how are you still walking?”

“Why wouldn’t she be able to walk?” Peter pipes up and you squeal. 

“Okay, bub, what do you say we go for a swim, yeah?” y/n stands from her spot and holds her hand out for her son. “Come on, we’ll go get changed and then maybe we can get ice cream later.”

“Yeah, y/n can get a popsicle. We all know she loves those.”

“Brian, why don’t you go to a pet store today?” 

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s the only way you’ll get a p-”

“Y/n! Language!” Shawn stops you.

“Momma, can I go? I want to see the kittens!” Peter exclaims, tugging on y/n’s hand.

“Jesus Christ,” she mumble under her breath. 

Here you go! I hope it’s ok. This is actually cute. Enjoy! 

You and Shawn had a great life together. You had an adorable 4-year-old son, Peter, who you both weren’t expecting, but nonetheless made the best of it. Soon after you found out you were pregnant, you had a small wedding ceremony. Peter had Shawn’s curly, brown hair, but your eyes and mouth. He was the love of your life and you would both do anything for him. 

You and Peter traveled with Shawn, but he didn't get to see him that much due to the shows, press, and the busy schedule. The first leg of his tour just ended and you were all home for one month. Peter was ecstatic when Shawn was home. He would spend every moment following him around. 

“DADDY!!” Peter yelled, running out of his bedroom. 

“Yes, Petey?” Shawn asked, pulling him up onto his lap. 

“I just missed you, daddy. That’s all,” he wrapped his arms around Shawn’s neck and squeezed. 

You witnessed this entire exchange, coming out of Peter’s bedroom, where you were trying to put him to bed, and smiled. Peter loved Shawn so much and was never happier than when Shawn was home. 

You went to sit down next to your boys, you kissed Shawn, and felt so much love between the three of you. “Hey, Pete? Can you please cooperate with mommy and come back to bed?”

“Ok, mommy,” he said, crawling onto your lap. Shawn picked up his glass of water when Pete got off his lap. “One more thing, though. Now that you and daddy kissed, when can I expect my baby brother?”

Shawn literally spit his water across the room and started choking on it. 

"Babe, you ok?" you asked, patting him on the back.  

"Yeah," he choked out, now laughing. "I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting that."

Peter was still staring at you, completely unaware of Shawn's reaction, and waiting for your response. 

"Well, Petey…um…That's not exactly…um… there's no baby, hun. I'm sorry," you get out. 

"Aww. Ok." You see tears welling up in his eyes. "I would like a baby brother though."

"You would?.... we'll have to see what we can do about that baby," you said, scooping him up and carrying him into his bed. 

When you came back out from tucking Peter in, you sat down next to Shawn and cuddled up in him. 

"Listen, babe. I think we have to talk," you said, your head on Shawn's chest. 

"What's up, love? Is everything ok?" he asked, concern growing in his eyes. 

"It's fine. I just… what Petey said. I mean we have our hands full with just him. Then when he goes to school, it'll just be me, taking care of him and our other baby," you rambled. "But I can tell he's lonely and…"

"(Y/N), listen to me," Shawn said, grabbing your face in his hands. "I know we didn't plan on having Peter, but now we couldn't imagine our life without him, so if you wanna have another baby, I'll take some time off and we can make this work."

"Shawn, I can't ask you to throw your life away," you said, starting to cry. 

"THROW MY LIFE AWAY? You and Peter are my life. Sure, I love performing, but there's nothing I love more than the two of you. I'd risk it all for you."

By this point, tears were rolling down your face and you started breathing the way one does when you're crying. 

"So you wanna have another baby?" you asked. 

"Babe, I'd have 20 babies with you, if I could. I love our little family and would love to see it grow because it's us, it's our love and that is my favorite thing." Shawn reached for your hands, brought them up to his lips, and kissed them. 

"Ok. So let's have another baby," you said. 

"You know, I'm pretty good at trying to make those," Shawn teased, winking at you. 

"Hmm? Are you Mendes? Prove it!" 

In a flash, Shawn scooped you up and brought you to your bedroom. You screamed and laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Shawn laid you down on the bed and began kissing you. "God, I've missed this so much. You are gonna get good and pregnant tonight."

"What if I don't?" you asked, suddenly worried. 

"Oh, you will. But if not, we've got all month to practice." Shawn smirked, took off his shirt, threw it on the floor, and resumed kissing down your body. 

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long, I have been super busy with work lately and on top of that I have had very little motivation to write from being so tired constantly. That being said I think this is really cute so I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

“Mommy, what happened to your neck?” You freeze from where you’re grabbing a plate for breakfast, having just walked into the room with Shawn. Your three year old son sits patiently waiting for an answer, big, curious eyes boring into your soul as Brian and Connor try to hide back their snickers with a smirk on their faces.

“Yeah Y/n, what happened to your neck?” Brian teased, eyes trained on the bright purple mark you had failed to notice when you had woken up this morning. You felt your face flush and you let out an awkward cough to cover up the embarrassment rising up your throat.

“I um, I um, burnt myself this morning, bubs. You know how Mommy uses that really hot straightener in the morning to make her hair all nice and straight? Well I wasn’t careful enough and accidentally hurt myself.” You look at Shawn, begging for some help, but he seems satisfied with your response, turning back to place some more food on his plate while sporting his own pair of bright red cheeks.

Raul ponders your words for a moment, his little mind trying to process the new information he was just given and see if he truly believes it. You keep your head down, your heart racing as you silently beg your son to just drop it while you head to take a seat at the table, your husband following close behind you. Then, as though a lightbulb went off in that crazy toddler head of his, his eyes go wide, a smile forming on his face as he pieces the puzzle together, “Is that why you were screaming Daddy’s name for help this morning?”

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long, I have been super busy with work lately and on top of that I have had very little motivation to write from being so tired constantly. That being said I think this is really cute so I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

“Mommy, what happened to your neck?” You freeze from where you’re grabbing a plate for breakfast, having just walked into the room with Shawn. Your three year old son sits patiently waiting for an answer, big, curious eyes boring into your soul as Brian and Connor try to hide back their snickers with a smirk on their faces.

“Yeah Y/n, what happened to your neck?” Brian teased, eyes trained on the bright purple mark you had failed to notice when you had woken up this morning. You felt your face flush and you let out an awkward cough to cover up the embarrassment rising up your throat.

“I um, I um, burnt myself this morning, bubs. You know how Mommy uses that really hot straightener in the morning to make her hair all nice and straight? Well I wasn’t careful enough and accidentally hurt myself.” You look at Shawn, begging for some help, but he seems satisfied with your response, turning back to place some more food on his plate while sporting his own pair of bright red cheeks.

Raul ponders your words for a moment, his little mind trying to process the new information he was just given and see if he truly believes it. You keep your head down, your heart racing as you silently beg your son to just drop it while you head to take a seat at the table, your husband following close behind you. Then, as though a lightbulb went off in that crazy toddler head of his, his eyes go wide, a smile forming on his face as he pieces the puzzle together, “Is that why you were screaming Daddy’s name for help this morning?”

- honestly he doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl… BUT I will say he gives off very much girl dad energy.

- but if they do have a boy he’s getting him into sports as soon as he can. And he will be at every game and will take out a loan for the gear and shit (like he doesn’t have money)

- if they do have a girl though he and cooper fill her closet with everything pink, yellow, purple. SO many sparkles!!!

- calls the baby girl mamas. Or baby girl, pumpkin, sweet baby girl

- goes the classic “buddy” with the son.

- buys all those onesies that says something something dad

- he is like so so so stoked to be a dad

-always touching your belly.

- gets her everything you may want or need. Whether that be cravings, lotions, a massage! Buys all the stretch make preventative care you tell him to!

- pays for your wig or braids so you don’t have to worry about it. Especially during the later months 🥹

- oh he talks to the baby almost all night!

-he’s at every appointment with you too!! Even if he has to call into work he’s gonna be there no matter what

- he cries at the gender reveal party