Shawn Mendes Imagines

3. Divorced

Y/N's P.O.V

"Hey darling, wake up. It's time." I say as I open the thick white curtains.

I see my daughter's eyes flutter open. I smile as she rubs her hazel eyes with her small fists.

"Is Y/S/N* already awake, Mommy ?" She mumbles, still a bit sleepy.

(*Your son's name)

"Yes, baby. He's eating his cereals." I answer softly, opening the window at the same time.

I then sit on the side of her bed and put a strand of hair behind her left ear. I leave a kiss on her forehead before I stand up again. Then, I go to her wardrobe and choose clothes for her. I watch her put a simple pair of black jeans and her favorite t-shirt on. I comb her hair right after, and we're finally done.

We go downstairs together to meet her twin brother. Y/D/N sits on the chair next to her brother as I make her breakfast. I set a plate with a slice of bread with Nutella and slices of banana in front of her, on the big kitchen island.

He was nice, he left me the house.

"So, my loves, are you excited ?" I ask to my children as I sip some of my morning coffee.

Y/D/N already has choco spread all over her lips, which makes me smile.

"Yeah !" They reply at the same time.

"I've missed him." My son adds as he puts his bowl down on the black marble.

"But that means we must leave you, Mom... I don't want to leave you." My four-year-old daughter says with a sad face.

I feel a pinch in my heart at her confession. I know it's difficult for them... They probably don't understand everything yet.

"Darling, don't be sad. You'll see me very soon, I promise. You can ask daddy to call me whenever you want. I always have time for you."

Thing he didn't have for us.

She nods slowly, not convinced. I look down at my feet, knowing it wasn't enough to reassure them. They suffer because of this... because of us.

"Come on, my babies. Let's finish breakfast, and then we'll make your bags." I clap in my hands with a smile on my face, trying to hide the sadness.

Once they're done with their food, I clean the island and tell them to go brush their teeth upstairs. We then make their bags, full of clothes, teddy bears, and plenty of other things.

"Are you ready, sweetheart ?" I ask to my son who is still trying to close his little suitcase.

"Yes, I am." He smiles at me, suitcase now finally closed.

*

The car ride was adorable. They were singing every word of his songs, they know them by heart. They never get tired of his music.

My twins look like him a lot. Curly brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, pale skin, and angelic faces. It sometimes hurts to see him through them. Quite difficult to move on when you're constantly confronted to his reflection.

Once we arrive to the condo, I take a deep breath and unbuckle my seatbelt. I take the suitcases in the trunk as my kids press the button of the intercom.

Three levels higher and a trip in the elevator later, we're finally there. I knock on the door, and only a few seconds later, I hear keys in the lock. Due to this sound, the twins become more eager than ever. The door reveals a handsome man. He starts smiling when my little boy and my little princess jump in his arms.