Little Family
Okay so like... I want to have Shawn’s babies.
Word count: 1,570
Fluff. Cute fluff.
Creds to GIF owner
I felt like one of those blowfish, I mean I literally think I am one. My pregnant belly was pushed so far out since I’m due in 6 weeks, I mean I literally am about to pop.
I loved that my body was carrying my baby girl, I mean I will never hate that I’m swelled up because of the human in my belly. It’s just that I’m tired, beyond tired really. I don’t want to walk down the stairs, put my shoes on, and I definitely didn’t want Shawn to do everything for me.
I love that man more than humanly possible, but he is too sweet to me. He wants me to call him every time I’m ready to get out of the bed so he can help me. He wants to fetch my shoes and make sure they’re perfectly put on my feet. He brings me food and takes care of our toddler Rylan, I just miss being able to do these things.
When I had Rylan three years ago, I understood why Shawn was acting like he is now; it was my first baby, neither of us knew what to expect from the pregnancy. Trust me, I love that man and I love that he is so caring, but I want to feel like me.
I want to hold Rylan without Shawn freaking out that his weight is going to hurt me. I miss being able to tie my shoes without Shawn, which is a weird request but it was just something I did. I wish I could just have a second where I felt like I wasn’t a burden or an experiment who needed to be watched.
I let a puff of air escape my mouth as I roll off of the bed, my feet achingly hitting the ground. I walk to our closet and pull out some of my maternity jeans and shirt, I grab my bra off the door handle to the closet.
I take them back to the bed and then I sit down, I take my pajama shorts off and replace them with the jeans. I had to lay on the bed to even pull them up my legs, I found myself giggling at what I had to look like from a different perspective. I take my tank top off and try to clasp my bra on.
“What are you doing?” Shawn frantically comes to the bed to help me. “I’m putting on clothes so we can go to the doctor's office,” I state and he rolls his eyes. “I know that, but you didn’t call my name to help you.” He says as he takes the shirt out of my hands. I didn’t even answer his statement. He situated it to where I just had to put my arms through, then I put my head through the hole.
I did say anything as he did so, but soon after we hear footsteps running into the room. “Mama!” Rylan came running to me, I reach my arms out to where he could jump into them. He gets into my arms and I dramatically fall back. “Ry Ry. Who is mamas baby boy?” I ask as I was tickling his sides as he was laughing loudly. “Me!” He was kissing all over my face, it felt good to have him in my arms.
“Rylan, you know what I told you about being rough around mama and your sister.” Shawn was pulling him off of me, I started to feel my annoyance building up with me. I started to see Rylan putting his head down sadly. “Why don’t you go pick out some clothes Ry, I will come to help you in a minute. Okay?” I ask and he nods, I kiss his cheek and he starts to run out of the room.
“I think you’re being too hard on him Shawn, he’s still my baby too.” I cross my arms and Shawn slacks his shoulder. “I know but you’re due so soon and I don’t want you hurting yourself. You need to put her first because she’s inside your beautiful little stomach.” Shawn squats down to put his hands on my stomach and I put my hands on top of his.
“Yeah and Rylan was once in there, he’s my baby boy and I need to make sure he knows I still love him. You’re the only one taking care of him and I want to be his parent too.” I say while standing up, I go back to the closet to look at the shoe rack, I pick out some gray tennis shoes and I find some socks in a drawer. Shawn was standing there watching over me, per usual.
“Well, you aren’t being careful.” He groans and I feel myself snap a little inside. “Shawn, I don’t have time to be careless. You watch over me and make sure I’m not doing something dangerous. I can’t hold Rylan, I don’t get to put on my clothes, and I have to be bedridden because you freak out over everything.” I huff out and I see his face fall.
“I just wanted to be a good husband and father. I’m sorry to burden you.” He says sadly and I feel all my guilt build up. I walk past him and sit on the bed again.
I lift my leg as high as I can so I could slip my sock on, I haven’t really done this in a while. I could hardly pull on the sock up my swollen feet.
Shawn drops himself on the ground in front of me again. He pulls the sock further up and then slides the shoe on. He ties it quickly and the repeats himself with my left foot. I run my hand through his curls and he looks up at me.
“I’m sorry that I made you feel like you lost your independence.” He says and his brown eyes were sad and I rub his cheekbones. “You know I really appreciate you Shawn and I’m sorry I let my hormones take over, I know you’re trying so hard and that I do need to be careful. I do appreciate you.” I smile softly and he smiles too, he gets on his knees to be at eye level.
“You know I would do anything to make sure my family is safe. I love you.” He kisses my cheek and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. “I love you more.” I kiss his lips and he was grinning big. “You’re so cute when you go from mom-ster to my sweet wife.” He mumbles and I push him back. “You nicknamed me a mom-ster?” I ask and he nods. “You’re an asshole.”
“Mama! Dada! I dressed myself!” Rylan comes running into the room. Shawn looks back and I look over, his outfit almost made me laugh. His pants were on backward and his shirt didn’t really match. He did put his socks on, but his shoes were on the wrong feet.
“Baby, you did so well! Sit up here with mommy and let me get a closer look.” I pat the bed beside me and he comes running over, Shawn boosts him up.
“I’ll go get another shirt. Arms up!” Shawn kisses my cheek and then moves over to Rylan. He lifts his arms and takes the shirt off. He gives Rylan a few strawberries on his stomach and he was laughing loudly. Shawn starts to jog off towards his room.
“Rylan, your pants are on backward. Wanna let mommy show you the right way?” I ask and he nods, he jumps off the bed and takes his blue jeans off. I turn them the right way and he sticks his legs in. “Good job baby boy, now do you wanna fix your shoes?” I ask and he nods. “Yeah, they’re hurting me, mama.” He says and I put him beside me on the bed. “That’s okay, mama will fix it,” I say and rearrange his shoes.
“Mama! We have the same shoes!” He yells as he jumps back on the floor, he gets down to my feet and starts poking at them. “I think daddy has some just like ours too, maybe when he comes back you can convince him to change his shoes,” I whisper and he nods quickly.
When Shawn enters, Ry was running over to him. “Dada, can you change shoes? Mama and I are matching, you gotta match!” He was jumping up and down, Shawn picks him up. “Ask mama if you think I should.” He kindly demands and Rylan looks at me. “Mama can dada match?” He asks and I nod.
“Let’s get your shirt on buddy so dada can get his shoes on too,” I say as Shawn hands me the shirt and puts Rylan back down. He lifts his arms and I put the shirt on.
“See, we're all one big matching family. When sissy is born we can get her matching shoes too.” Shawn walks over and Rylan giggles. “She’ll look just like mama,” Rylan says and my heart felt so happy. Shawn looked over at me with an adoring smile, it looked like he almost had some tears in his eyes.
“Yeah bubba, we’ll have a baby girl that looks like mama. We’ll be a big, matching family.”
