Shawn Mendes imagines

21- Pregnant /1/

You scrolled through your phone liking the tweets of fans that tagged you.

Suddenly you felt like throwing up, you ran to the bathroom and spilled your guts out. This had been happening lately and you had been very worried that you were sick.

Then you heard the front door open meaning Shawn was home. Uh oh, if he knew that you were throwing up he would go into an overprotective mode and try to figure out what was going on. Even going as far as taking you to the hospital.

"Princess, I'm home."

You washed your mouth with water and quickly started to brush your teeth.

"Princess?" He asked walking up the stairs, "Where are you?"

"Uh, bathroom? I'm taking a shower so don't come in." You yelled.

"So? We've seen each other naked plenty of times. What's the matter?"

"Uh, nothing." You lied and rinsed your mouth.

He opened the door looking worried. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

You nodded.

"You know we don't keep secrets from each other right?" He asked.

You nodded.

"Ok, so what's wrong?" He asked again.

"N- nothing?"

Then you threw up again. Damn it.

He quickly rushed to your side putting the backside of his palm on your forehead. "Are you ok? Are you sick? What's wrong?"

You washed your mouth with water. "I'm fine."

"Has this happened before?" He questioned.

"Um... yeah."

"How many times?"

"I don't know it's been happening all this week."

"Y/N! All this week? And you didn't tell me?" He said furiously.

"Yeah, it's fine. Plus I knew you could react this way."

"You don't need to worry about that just go to bed right now." He commanded.

"See I knew you would act this way. I'm not going to bed, I am perfectly fine." You told him frowning.

"Not taking no for an answer." He said. Then he picked you up and threw you over his back.

"Shawnnn! Put me down!" You yelled.

"Nope." He laid you down on your shared bed and checked your temperature again.

"You don't have a fever." He said. "C'mon let's go to the hospital."

"No, it's not that serious Shawn." You whined.

"Yeah, yeah we're still going I don't know what's going on and you're throwing up so you have no choice."

"Fine." You grumbled. "But you'll see that there's nothing wrong."

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"So, what seems to be the problem."

"My girlfriend keeps throwing up but she doesn't have a temperature," Shawn explained to the doctor.

"And when was the last time you were intimate?"

"Umm a few weeks ago." He answered.

"Ok." He said and turned to you, "Do you mind peeing in this cup."