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[anya]
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"what's all this?" i grin softly, putting down my book and sitting up in bed, placing my hand on my bump, as shawn walks in, clutching a wooden tray in his hands.

"brunch, for my two favourite girls," he says, making my heart flutter, whilst he smirks, taking a seat next to me, leaning back on the headboard, placing the tray on my lap.

"hash browns and avocado toast?" i burst, immediately craving the salty, savoury and creamy flavours. "and coffee? oh my god, i adore you."

"i knew it would put a smile on your face," he says, nudging my arm lightly. "this bed is so uncomfortable, why haven't you said anything?"

"shawn, it's fine," i chuckle softly. "it's not too bad, more comfy than my bed back in my old place."

"you're moving to my room, i don't care. i want you and avery to be comfortable," he says firmly. "you're not sleeping here."

"where will you sleep?"

"here, or the couch. either one," he shrugs. "you're taking my bed. that's final."

"but-"

"nope-"

"shawn-"

"nope-"

"but-"

"i said no. no buts. no 'shawn'. no anything. you're getting the comfy bed," he says firmly, making me sigh, before a chuckle leaves my lips.

"but i feel guilty," i say softly, taking a bite into the toast. "you're already doing so much for me, and-"

"stop," he chuckles, looking down at me. "you're the mother of my child. of course i'm gonna go over and beyond for you. i'm gonna make sure everything goes perfect, i promise."

"i missed this," i admit, leaning my head onto shawns shoulder.

"missed what?" shawn asks, hooking his arm around my shoulders, as i sigh softly, placing the tray down, away from my lap.

"us. just us getting along. i didn't realise how much i missed it until we started talking again," i say gently, feeling shawn tense up next to me. "i know it's a touchy subject for the both of us, but i'm really glad we're getting along again."

"me too," he says softly. "i really wish i wasn't so much of a dick before. i fucked it up between us, i'm sorry."

"why?" i ask, sitting up again. "don't blame yourself, hunny."

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