because you basically put the idea in my head this one’s for you @permanentguitar
you’d come home from the hospital completely exhausted yet so so happy. Shawn would be radiating happiness and helping you with the smallest things. “Shawn I can raise my own arm.” He’d fuss over you endlessly, he’d been present during the birth and he was so in awe of you. “You deserve to be coddled my love.”
When the baby would scream at night he’d trip over the foot of the bed to get to the nursery before you. Hair sticking out into all directions he’d stumble to the crib and bring the baby to you so you could nurse it. He’d mumble lullabies, kissing the baby hair and running a gentle finger down your arm.
He’d consider himself an expert in all things babies so when your baby did something that wasn’t in the textbook he’d get so freaked out. The baby would be lying on it’s stomach, crying. “Stop doing that little flower. Please stop. Oh god I made it worse. Talk to me little one how do I make you stop?”
He’d lie down on the floor facing his baby, trying to crack Baby Language. When the baby only made a spit bubble he’d let out a groan letting his head drop. “You gotta cooperate.” and suddenly he’d feel little fingers tangling in his hair and a gurgled laugh. Shawn would look up, eyes so wide they were threatening to pop out of his head. He’d run towards you while carefully holding the baby and he’d try to tell you what happened but he’d be too excited so he would simply bend down and let the baby grab his hair again and sure enough the little thing gurgled happily again.
You’d often find him lying on the couch, shirtless, baby sleeping on his chest. You’d walk into the room and look at your two favourite people sleeping on the large comfy couch.
You’d catch him looking at your sleeping baby so many times, he’d always be humming some kind of melody and he’d be making sure the blanket was covering the baby properly. The baby would grab his finger during it’s sleep and Shawn would suck in a deep breath and refuse to move from his spot. When an hour later he still wasn’t in bed you’d come check on him only to find him in the exact same position he’d been in. So you bring him a chair and he barely notices it until you gently push him into the chair. And then he’d look up at you with wide wide eyes and whisper “I love you.” before leaning up slightly and waiting for you to kiss him.
Shawn had thought that the most stressful part would be having a newborn. He was wrong. This was way more stressful; having a four year old girl with bouncy chocolate curls and wide wide hazel eyes who wanted an explanation to everything was far more stressful. She still curled her little fist around his finger only now she did it to drag him around everywhere. She always pointed out everything and when he explained her something her mouth would go wide and she’d stare at him like he knew all the secrets of the universe. He did enjoy that.
When his little flower had nightmares she’d scream for her dad and Shawn would get up immediately, he’d hit his head against the cloud shaped lamp as he came running into her room. He’d whisper to her and ask her what she dreamed about and she’d hiccup between sobs and his heart would crack with every sob. He’d hold her close and he’d stroke her head and whisper the same melody he always sang to her. Her little hand would reach up and grab onto his hair and she’d slowly fall asleep, lulled by his voice. He’d stay with her all night and in the morning he’d make pancakes for her.
When she fell on the playground for the first time and burst into tears while holding her knee, he’d rush to her probably more freaked out than he should be. But all he saw was that his little girl was hurt and crying. How could he put a smile on his little angel’s face? How could he make her world right again? He’d pull out the first aid kit and he’d try to be funny for her. He asked her which Disney princess she wanted on her band aid. She’d sniffle and whisper Mulan. He’d smile and put the bandaid on before kissing her owie and saying it would be all healed now.
They’d play games, he would blow raspberries on her stomach and she would giggle her wonderful little girl giggle and Shawn would beam at you. They would play tag and sometimes Shawn would let her win but other times he would wrap his arms around his little princess and she’d squeak in delight and you’d smile at your two goofballs.
His little princess was a big handful. She loved running around him in circles yelling her favourite word of the week.
When she’d baked her first batch of cookies and had proudly presented them to her dad Shawn had been filled with pride. Yes my little girl did this. Then he tried one, the sandy texture and sour taste making it difficult to swallow but he ate all of them.
When she’d first gone to school he’d been all teary eyed, he still saw a little pumpkin that needed to be protected at all costs.
Shawn had learned how to make braids and pony tails and space buns and all kinds of hairdos and everyone at school envied her because she always had the best scrunchies and the coolest hairdos.
Shawn still sang that melody to her when she had trouble falling asleep. When you came in to check on them you’d find him gently brushing her hair back from her face as she was sleeping, hand tightly holding onto his fingers. He’d look at you and whisper “I still love you like I did back then.”
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