Shawn Mendes Imagines

Small Bump

Shawn's POV

I watched silently as she curled up on the couch. It's been about two weeks since we found out about the loss of our baby.

The doctors told us that it wasn't any of our faults, but I knew that (Y/N) felt like it was hers.

I heard her sniffle. "Baby..."

"It's all my fault, Shawn. We were going to see her in four months," she told me, her eyes puffy from all the crying in the past weeks.

I sighed, walking towards her, sitting down on the empty space near her. "Baby, look at me," I whispered.

She shook her head, burying her head further in between her knees.

"(Y/N)..." I trailed off, wrapping my arms around her. "I love you."

"How can you love someone who murdered your son?" she asked in disbelief. "You hate me, Shawn."

I just kept quiet, leaning my head closer to hers and kissing her forehead.

"Why are you still with me?" she questioned, sniffling. "I killed your baby."

"You didn't, hun," I assured her. It was probably kind of cruel of me for not crying. Truth be told, I was crushed. I still am. But I wanted to be there for her. "You didn't kill anyone."

"Yes, I did!" she suddenly exclaimed. "I did, Shawn! Okay? Why can't you just accept this fact and leave me?" she cried.

I was taken aback by what she said, but still managed to say,"Because I love you."

"Stop lying to yourself. You hate me."

"Why do you think that?"

"I killed your baby, Shawn! I'm a bad person, alright?! Get away from me!" she shouted, making unwrap my arms around her.

"No," I stated. "I'm not leaving you."

"Why the hell not?"

"We're going through things right now, baby. We'll be okay in the end," I said to her, embracing her once again. I let her cry into my shirt, and honestly, I wanted to cry, too.

"I love you," she whispered quietly, so quietly hat if I hadn't been paying attention, I wouldn't have heard it.

"I love you more, princess."

We were silent for a while.

I felt her calming down as I stroked her hair. I felt her snuggling into me, before breathing in deeply.

"You're just a small bump unborn, just for four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware of why," I sang softly, feeling a tear slipping out of my eye.
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Okay this was so hard for me to write I'm done

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DSBF!