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liselicanis · 1 year

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Good Things Fall Apart

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Chapter 7: It Sinks In

Hana couldn't believe it. The heroes that had once saved the world had come to help. And they wanted her to (temporarily) join them. Though technically, she was 'on loan' from MEKA. Her teammates had been jealous to see her go off with some of the old core members of the Overwatch team, calling her lucky and all that. Hana had teased Jae-eun about it, tapping the little charm on her pistol and mouthing 'lucky bunny' to him. The look on his face was priceless.

She would be lying if she didn't say she was a bit starstruck to meet them either. While being introduced to the rest of the small strike force, she had to remember to pick up her jaw from the floor when she saw the climatologist Mei-Ling Zhou. When they shook hands, she gushed about having read the young woman's published research journals, her cheeks cherry red. Mei had laughed and ruffled her hair, saying that now that she was part of the team, she'd get a glimpse of some of the places. Hopefully under better circumstances one day.

It was a warm welcome, one that she'll treasure for the rest of her days, and after they landed in Gibraltar, Hana finally felt like she could help bring a difference to the world.

It was a relatively short stay at the watchpoint. Not even a day to settle in and the resident AI, Athena, called all agents to the war room, where Winston explained that different parts of the world were being under attack.

Reinhardt took one look at it, and immediately zoned in on Toronto, Canada. On the way there, he explained to the new blood in the group that Toronto was the home of one of the former Overwatch captains. "She's called Sojourn, the best of the best!"

Hana nodded and prodded the old timer for more stories from Overwatch's glory days, to which he gladly obliged, much to the annoyance of some of the others on the ship. The pilot, Lena, groaned and muttered how now he'll never be quiet, but she said it in a lighthearted tone, as if she was used to this happening.

"Just promise me an autograph for later, ja?" the old man said with a wink, before launching into a tale from a battle long past.

"They call themselves Null Sector." Vivian said, signaling at the group of omnics waiting at the station to run for the ferry. Around them, the bodies of Slicers and some Artillery units littered the floor, some still spitting sparks where some limbs used to be attached. "Been on the rise recently. They attacked so suddenly earlier this morning that we didn't know what to do."

Hana kept her eyes trained on the buildings across the station, listening with one ear, and keeping track on the group to make sure there were no stragglers left behind. "Saw these guys in Busan too. Why are they doing this...?"

"Well...we fought them in London before. Wanting equal rights for omnics and all. It's just that the ways they are going about it are too extreme." The woman shrugged as the last group finally made it on the ferry and she waved towards the bridge, signaling the captain that he was good to go. "All right, let's do one last sweep around here. D.Va was it? You mind going up ahead to check things out?"

"No problem, Captain!" Hana maneuvered Tokki's controls to salute at Sojourn before she flew off towards the direction the woman had pointed at.

The streets were barren, devoid of what usually would have been a bustling hub. It made her feel uneasy as she made her way through the city blocks, stopping to examine an ad for what seemed to be ramen. Or was it udon? Either way, the omnic portrayed made her feel sad, remembering the Ravager she had helped all those months back. Almost a year ago now, it seemed.

After she looked away, all the billboards around blared red and a hooded figure stepped into view. They started speaking and at first, Hana didn't pay it mind, this was obviously propaganda by the leader of Null Sector. Oooh if she saw him she was going to-

Wait. Why...why does he sound familiar?

-ill shatter the chains that have held you in servitude. This marks a new era: one of equality, of unity. Conflict and strife will be relics of the past. Together, working as one, we will lift our people. Toget-

No. No. NO!

It couldn't be. It had to be a lie. This wasn't real, it isn't happening. It's not happening.

IT'S NOT HAPPENING.

Yet the billboards were broadcasting the truth to her. Standing there in near silhouette was a Ravager. And it slowly dawned on her. All of this, all this destruction she had faced by the hands of Null Sector, was partially her doing.

Her communicator buzzed with an incoming message, but Hana was too stupefied to even register it. She stood there, staring up at the screens, unaware that tears were beginning to trail down her cheeks.

Memories of many nights spent by his side, tirelessly working on his limbs flooded to her. Memories of her hoping that maybe he'd stay with MEKA if he had nowhere to go. Of Dae-Hyun on the floor the morning he disappeared.

'...maybe we should leave him as is.'

Oh...oh. If only she had listened. If she had just left him there and minded her own goddamn business....

The broadcast continued, and she could only stand there, thinking about all the damage she helped cause just because she felt like being a good Samaritan. "This isn't fair...I didn't...."

From behind her, she heard footsteps approaching and she swiveled her mech to face the team, her face blank. She made a lame joke about being so hyper focused on the broadcast that she didn't hear the communicator, and from the look on Angela's face, Hana is sure that none of them bought it, but they didn't press any further.

Instead they shifted their focus on making their way to the subway system where Vivian said someone was signaling for help. Yeah, Hana could focus on that. Best to keep her mind on the mission and not on how she was basically an accomplice to all the bad things happening around here.

As they neared the entrance, Genji held up a hand and pressed a finger to where his mouth would be if it were not hidden by his helmet. Everyone strained their ears, as the Ravager's broadcast was still playing. It was faint, but something was cackling.

Everyone turned their heads, trying to locate the source. Whatever it is, it seems to move around so quickly that their eyes could barely keep up. Until it was directly in front of them that is.

A tall omnic, twin long hair-liked appendages trailing behind them. They appeared to have their vision obscured by a thin piece of cloth and from beneath, a manic smile flashed at them. Their fingers with long claw-like extensions reached out and suddenly, Angela screamed as a purple light enveloped her body.

"Angela!" Genji tried to grab her, but the pull was too strong.

"Quick, do something! I can't move!" Angela's face was panicked, as the omnic started laughing louder and louder, their long appendages poised for attack. Hana used her boosters, shoving the omnic back. That seemed to work, as Angela was immediately dropped and the enemy now had their attention on Hana.

She glared back at them, fingers ready on her controls. "Come on! You and me, let's go!"

The omnic tilted its head, their body twitching with jerking movements that really unnerved the MEKA pilot, but she still stood her ground, the team behind her quickly tending to Angela's well-being.

Suddenly, it moved again, putting distance between itself and them, still cackling. Their head twisted, and garbled sounds came from it, before snapping their attention back to Hana. Even without sight, Hana felt like it was watching her.

So creepy.

And she'd had enough.

Before anyone could stop her, she took off after the omnic, only for it to evade her every move, leading her further and further away from the team. She could hear them shouting at her, and then her radio going off, but Hana kept pursuing that omnic, determined to destroy it before it could hurt anyone else.

The chase was long, the omnic much faster than Tokki could keep up with, but still Hana powered through. Until finally, she saw an opening. Going full throttle she slammed the omnic against a building, just barely managing the two tendrils that smashed against Tokki's glass frontal capsule. The ends had pierced through, one just a few inches from her face, the other had actually caught her on her sides. It hurt like a bitch but Hana had the upper hand at the moment. And she wasn't going to waste it.

With a yell, she fired all of Tokki's micro missiles into it, until it finally stopped moving and it dropped to the ground, dead. Not that it was truly 'alive' to begin with. Not like the other omnics she had ever met before. There hadn't been any sentience there, whatever this was, it was only following its programming.

Coughing, she tried to lift Tokki's hatch but the latch wouldn't give. The omnic had crushed it, leaving her trapped. Even the ejector button was jammed. Cursing, she unbuckled herself, carefully minding the wound on her side, and twisted her body until her legs were facing the glass. She kicked at one of the cracks until it gave, and she crawled out of her ruined mech.

She tried her communicator, but that was utterly destroyed, so without it, she could not call for backup. Gritting her teeth, Hana leaned against Tokki, her head hanging low still in disbelief in how everything had gone wrong. "..should have stayed with them. I'm such a...."

As a former esports star, she should have remembered that splitting off was the stupidest thing she could have done. She should know better. Yet, the feelings from earlier, from hearing the broadcast, it really clouded her judgement.

"Why did I take that damn street...if I hadn't found him..." she lifted her hand, and cursed it. These hands of hers! They had once saved so many people, and now because she helped him...

Red. She could see red beginning to dye her gloves. Ha...so this was it, huh? By helping a stranger, she had a hand in all of this destruction around her. Even if she cried, it's not like she could ever apologize enough for this. Even if she used the reasoning that at the time she had zero idea of who he was, the truth of the matter was that this second Omnic Crisis was happening.

Dropping her hands, she closed her eyes, the weight of her sin becoming heavier and heavier with each moment. Her heart felt like it was breaking.

"Of all the humans I meet today, it's you."

Toronto's omnic population had been all too easy to take control of. Their meager military force against his Null Sector airborne omniums was almost pitiable. He had struck early in the morning, the city still too sleepy to realize what was happening and by the time they had mobilized it was far too late.

His message had been sent out, some omnics willingly joined him, but many did not. A tragedy, really. Had they really become so accustomed to living under human rule that they could not see how they were being mistreated?

An easy fix. With the help of one of Talon's agents, one 'Sombra', rewiring them would be no problem. And while she had warned him that once it was done, there was not a guarantee those omnics would ever be the same way they once were.

'They'll cease to be who they are. Entiendes?'

A sacrifice he was willing to make. A means to an end as it were. So long as he got what he wanted, Ramattra was willing to do anything to achieve it.

This was what he had once been programmed to do anyway. To lead and to destroy. Wasn't that what it meant to be a Ravager. This is who he truly was.

A ping in his systems pulled him from his thoughts and he turned his attention to a screen that displayed the layout of Toronto. Strange, on of his Stalker units was way out of her designated area. Was there a problem?

He knew that the Canadian military was still putting up a fight, but they should all be by the seafront, why is this unit here? Tapping his chin, he thought about sending additional supports but all his units were either busy or already destroyed and his new prototypes were not ready yet.

Well, no harm in going himself. There was nothing the humans could do to him anyway. They were weak. So slow. Any human strong enough to go against his army would be in the battlefront, not in an isolated area.

So who could it be that had pushed Stalker so far? As he readied a drop pod for himself, the pinging stopped and he took another look, but there was nothing there anymore. The signal had vanished.

"Destroyed?" Now that really piqued his interest. All the more reason to see for himself what had happened.

Imagine his surprise when he finally did.

To think they'd meet again like this. Oh, but how the tables have turned. She hadn't noticed him just yet, too focused on an injury and something else. He noticed how she looked at her hands, her face twisted in a grimace that made him feel...something unpleasant.

"Of all the humans I meet today, it's you." Her head immediately snapped up to him and her eyes widened in realization. Ramattra regarded her expressions, fascinated by the array of emotions she was displaying. Disbelief, hurt, and finally, rage.

Rage was something he was intimately familiar with, and given the current situation, he could understand her anger. How well did it measure against his though?

Her eyes narrowed as he drew closer, yet she didn't say anything. Now where had her chattiness gone? He didn't miss it, but he was a bit disappointed that she didn't speak. Finally, he kneeled down in front of her, using his staff to lift her chin so he could get a better look at her face.

"You saved me, so for that you do have my gratitude," he spoke sincerely, because he truly was grateful. Without her help, he wouldn't be standing here today. Without her, he'd be nothing but scrap decaying in Busan.

Still, she didn't speak, and for a moment he did wonder if she was that badly wounded, but his sensors didn't detect anything. A wound to her ribs, yes, but it wasn't fatal. She'd recover. Eventually. However he still had more to say.

Removing his staff, he reached into his cloak and pulled out the rabbit pin he had taken with him. The little plastic smiling face had taunted him for so many months, and yet he had kept it. And now, he dropped it into her lap, glad to finally be rid of it. "This second chance at life you gave me...as you can see it has not gone to waste."

He tilted his head, "But I do wish to know. When you found me there on that street, did you have any idea who I was, girl? Have you realized that your act of kindness would lead to all this?" He gestured to the destruction that surrounded them both.

"Tell me, do you hate me?"

Whether she did or didn't hate him would not affect him much other than to sate his curiosity. He watched her a she drew in a shaky breath and though her mouth finally moved, he couldn't hear anything.

Was she more hurt than he thought? No, he would have sensed it. Her heartbeat was a little fast, but otherwise normal. She moved to sit up a little straighter, wincing as she moved her hand to gesture at him to come closer.

He obliged, bringing his faceplate closer to her to hear what she had to say.

"Fuck you."

She spat at him, and though he couldn't feel it, it didn't change the fact that she had literally spit on his face. Slowly he raised a metallic hand to wipe it off and inspected it. How disgustingly fascinating that this is the first thing she does upon meeting him again. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

Hm.

Seemed like she still wasn't quite done talking. Typical for her. This was the girl he remembered.

"I....have fought against Gwishin. Seen what...what they have done to my country. Even then, despite...despite them being my enemy, I never hated omnics," she paused, before she crossed her arms and looked away, the crease of her eyebrows furrowing deeper as she stewed in her anger towards him.

He chuckled darkly before moving back away from her. "So what? Do you think because you took pity on me that it would erase everything humans have done to me? To my people?" Turning his gaze skywards, to where the shadows of his ships still darkened the city, he sighed. "You humans really are despicable. Thinking that one act of compassion is enough."

At this, she scrambled to her feet, her hand pressed to her side. "Then what about you?! You think we'll bow our heads to you after what you've done?! You think that omnics will fall to their knees and praise you, Ravager?!"

At this, Ramattra's lights flashed red and he picked her up by the front of her plugsuit, ignoring her cry of pain. "Do you think I care about what humans think, girl?!"

Even in his grip, she had the gall to grin at him. "Then why did you keep my pin? Why ask me if I hate you or not?"

It hurt to be dangling like this. Her suit dug painfully against the cut on her side, but Hana smiled through her pain as the Ravager finally set her down. She held up the pin in question. "If you didn't care, you wouldn't have kept this. If you didn't care about thoughts of humans, you wouldn't have asked me my opinion of you. Ravager, you may not care about what humans think, but it seems like you seem to care an awful lot of what I think."

Hate? All those months ago, she wouldn't have considered such a word for the Ravager at all. She had wanted to be friends with him. Watch lame movies with him. Maybe even work together. Now though? After today, then yes. She can hate him.

Loathe him for what he's made of her.

"You test my patience, girl." He hissed at her, his fingers twitching around his staff. An act that didn't go unnoticed by her. Maybe she was pushing her luck, but right now? She didn't care.

"Fuck your patience. I hate you so much. I do my best to bring good to this world and you...you are messing it up! What you're doing is dumb and wrong! Omnics that won't join you are being forced against thei-"

He cut her off by lifting his staff, a small ball of energy vibrating dangerously at the crook. "Choose your next words carefully, human. I do still owe you a debt after all."

"It's Hana, not huma-nngh." Staggering a bit, she steadied herself by leaning against the wall. Ramattra glanced at her ruined mech and then back at her. "What?"

What indeed. He could leave her here, but as he had stated moments ago, he owed her. And he always paid back his debts. Since she had saved his life, it was only natural that he would help her.

If only she wasn't being so difficult. And infuriating.

"With that thing destroyed, you have no hope of making it out of here in one piece."

She snorted and waved her hand dismissively. "Best kill me now then. If you don't I'll hunt you down and take you apart, Ravager." Tapping her forehead, she grinned. "Better make it count."

That made him falter. Not that he knew much about her, but she had never seemed to type to have a death wish. The very thought of her being dead never crossed his mind, and he found that he didn't like that motion at all.

"I do not wish to hurt you."

"But I very much want to hurt you for all you've done. Look around! You want rights for your people but are willing to hurt them in the process too? No, why would a Ravager like you think about that, huh?"

Ravager this. Ravager that. It irked him and he had grown tired of humoring her. Tapping his staff hard on the ground to gain her attention, Ramattra pointed at himself. "Ramattra. Not Ravager, not R-7000. I have a name, so use it."

Normally he wouldn't have given his name out so easily like that, but he despised how 'Ravager' sounded coming from her. Even if that was what he was, his name was something that he had chosen for himself. It proved his existence in this world, did it not?

The girl, Hana, looked at him with surprise. Like if she hadn't been expecting that. Was it so surprising that he had a name? That there was more than just being an R-7000?

"...I hate owing humans anything. You saved my life, so in turn, I will save yours." He held his hand out to her, but Hana slapped his hand away. From the looks of it, she instantly regretted it as he didn't even flinch, and now she was cradling her hand to her chest. He stared down at his own hand, and flexed his fingers before retracting it back to his side. "I see."

So much time wasted. All he was going to do in the first place was check on Stalker's condition and instead he found her. His once savior. Who now hated him.

He shouldn't care. He thought he wouldn't care if she did or not, but in the end, it seemed like her words actually did sting. Once he had thought that he wasn't capable of feeling that way, but somehow this girl, this human...Hana, was making him feel like he was malfunctioning.

Ramattra didn't like it one bit.

A noise in the distance got both their attentions, and he decided that now was the time to withdraw. Looking back down at the injured girl, he removed the cloak that he was wearing and dropped it at her feet.

"Looks like our time together is up, Hana. You're welcome to try and come rip me apart if you can," he laughed and started to walk away from her, not daring to look back. "I'll be waiting."

She watched him go, her rage still bubbling beneath her skin. His cloak, the same one she had started to sow for him so long ago, laid there, as if mocking her. It had been modified to better fit his tastes but she could still recognize her own mismatched stitching in some parts.

Ha.

He was still within her sights, but even if she tried to chase him now, there was no way Hana would catch him. Ramattra. Well, even boss monsters had names.

In the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of Angela and Vivian calling her name, so it was best to stay still. Even so, she yelled at his back, "I fucking will! Mark my words, Rav-Ramattra, I'll find you and make you pay!"

She had to do it. It was her fault things had turned out this way. No matter what she thought she had once felt for him, before she knew who he was, that was gone. Replaced with the determination to hunt Ramattra down until she could dismantle him to pieces.

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shawnmendesbuddy · 2 years

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Day 5–You’re Dumb (25 Days of Ficmas)

Summary: Reader is pregnant and Shawn is dumb

Warnings: Swear Words

Everyone could agree that there was not a better couple than Shawn and Y/N. Y/N made fun of Shawn’s klutziness while Shawn made fun of Y/N’s inability to cook. So, when Shawn proposed to Y/N, there was no surprise.

Y/N had always wanted to be a December bride. They had gotten engaged in August and arranged their wedding to be set on December second. It was a beautiful snowy day and Y/N looked dropped dead gorgeous. Shawn had sworn to Y/N that he wouldn’t cry when she walked down the aisle, but as soon as he heard ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,’ start to play on the piano, tears fell down his face.

And when Y/N’s dad placed her hand in his he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you so much baby. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Then stop talking and let’s get a move on,” she said as she choked back a sob as well.

When they both had said ‘I do,’ they ran out of the chapel and into a horse drawn sleigh. Y/N had always said she wanted the perfect Hallmark ending and Shawn was determined to give it to her.

After their honeymoon, they settled down in Shawn’s condo in Toronto and he decided to take a six month break from making music. Y/N was an up-and-coming author and Shawn wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.

But after only three months of marriage, Y/N had started to notice that she was getting morning sickness. After taking a pregnancy test, she found out they were pregnant. Shawn and Y/N couldn’t have been more excited.

Eventually Shawn had to go back to work, but he would do his best to wrap things up at the studio as fast as he could. He tried to get Y/N her dinner at a decent time. Y/N was fine with making herself ramen noodles or macaroni since she was a terrible cook, but Shawn insisted on making her dinner every night.

Their one-year anniversary was approaching, and they were trying to get their house decorated before Y/N had the baby which was due on the fourth of December. So, Y/N and Shawn had spent the weeks after Halloween leading up to December prepping for a baby and for Christmas.

One of their last items on their list was to get a tree. They decided they were going to go to a tree farm and cut their own one down. They wanted to start their own Christmas traditions. Since it was the first day of December, they thought it was very fitting to go pick a tree.

“You ready to go babe?” He smiled as his very pregnant wife came waddling down the hallway wearing one of his hoodies that used to drown her, but now fit perfectly over her large bump.

“Yep. Let me just put on my shoes.”

“Here, I got it honey. Don’t you dare move a muscle.” He bent down on the ground and picked up one Ugg, lifting her foot into the boot. He repeated the process with the other foot and kissed both her kneecaps gently.

“Thanks Hubbie.” Shawn would always get so flustered when she called him that name, but he couldn’t deny that he loved it.

He helped her into her seat in the car and held her hand the whole ride to the tree farm. He kept stealing glances at her and would kiss her cheek at every red light.

Shawn had been extra lovey dovey since he found out she was pregnant. It seemed that the two hadn’t left their honeymoon phase and probably would never leave it. They were two deeply in love with each other

Y/N hissed as a sharp pain went into her abdominal. Shawn immediately looked over at his wife while she tried to push his chin back towards the windshield, so his eyes were on the road. “I’m fine, it’s just a contraction. It’ll pass in a few seconds.” But it didn’t feel like one of her regular contractions, it felt worse.

“Are you sure? With it being so close to your due date I’m a little nervous about it.” While Shawn had a point, Y/N really wanted to have her Christmas decorating done by the time the baby came. All they had left to do was the tree. She was not going to let this contraction stop that.

“Yea, promise.” She breathed out a sigh of relief when she felt the contraction was over just as Shawn pulled into the parking lot of the tree farm. He rushed over to her side of the door to help her down from his Jeep and placed his arm around her waist to stabilize her. “Thank you honey.” She laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist, interlocking the two together so they walked in sync.

They walked around for a little bit looking for a tree. They seemed to have varying ideas on what they wanted. Shawn wanted a tall and wide tree while Y/N was okay with a smaller one.

“Babe, we have to get it on to your car and through our front door. I’m not sure it could fit if it was that wide,” she would laugh at him.

“But Y/N, look at it. It’s so green and perfect. C’mon, please.”

“Shawn, I’m not even sure that would fit in our house. I don’t even know if the ceiling is that tall. Plus, do you really want your pregnant wife trying to haul that thing into the house.”

“Well, no, but what if I promised to do it all by myself.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. “If you can cut it down and tie it to the car without assistance, we can get it. But I’m still not too certain about if it’s going to fit.”

“Oh, it’ll fit babe.” He kissed the top of her head as he walked over to an attendant to get a saw and some rope. He came back with a smile on his face and knelt to cut the tree.

Y/N winced as she felt another contraction coming on. It was unusual for them to come this closely together. Her gut told her that she was about to go into labor, but she pushed it aside. Just a few more hours baby. Let me and dad get this tree set up. Then you can come. She thought.

When they finally got home, Y/N stood inside their doorway and tried to guide Shawn the best she could on how to get the tree through the door. Once he finally got it into the living room and stood it up, the top of the tree was bent over because it was too tall. Y/N sent Shawn a glare.

“See? I told you,” She laughed at him and then smiled.

“Hey, you were right. But I still think it’s the perfect tree. It’s unique and special. Plus, how many people can say they have a tree that looks like this?”

She shook her head at him. “You are really, really stupid. Like you’re so dumb.”

He scoffed. “Hey, how dare you insult the person that got you this tree and set it up all by himself.”

“Umm hello. What about the person who is carrying your child.”

“Fine. You won,” He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms, laying his head in the crook of his neck.

She felt a sharp stab and cried out pulling away from Shawn as water splashed on the floor and she felt like she peed her pants. She started to lose her stability, but Shawn caught herand picked her up, laying her down on the couch.

“Oh my gosh! Your water just broke. Ok, breathe Shawn.” He talked to himself and ran to their bedroom as Y/N lay on the couch trying to control her breathing. She was scared as hell to have this baby, but she knew it would be fine with Shawn by her side. He came back into the room with a change of clothes for her and their hospital bags in tow. “Here, let me you get you out of these wet clothes.”

He helped her sit up and take his hoodie off, trading it for one of his jumpers. He pulled off her leggings, replaced her underwear with his boxers (she liked men’s underwear better anyways), and helped her push her legs through a pair of one of his grey sweatpants.

He kissed her sweaty forehead and brushed the hair out her face, pulling it into a bun on the top of her head. “I’m going to clean this water off the floor and call your and my parents. You just lay there and look pretty, alright,” he sent her a soft smile, trying to calm her nerves and his own at the same time.

He went to the linen closet and pulled out an older towel dialing your mom. Your parents lived in California and said they were going to take the soonest available flight that they could. They didn’t know if they would make it on time, but they were going to try.

Shawn’s fingers shook as he cleaned the water from the floor and called his mom. “Hey mom. Y/N’s water just broke. We’re headed to the hospital if you guys want to meet us there…Yea, she’s been having contractions all day…I’m not sure how dilated she is mom, we’re not at the doctor’s yet…ok…will do…love you mom.” He hung up the phone, threw the towel in the laundry and loaded the car with all the things they would need for the hospital.

“Shall we go,” he questioned her. She nodded her head and softly smiled at him. She tried to get up, but Shawn stopped her. “Absolutely not. You are in labor. Let me carry you to the car.”He placed his hand under her knees, and she wrapped her arm around his neck as he carried her to the passenger side of his Range Rover.

*****

A few hours later, Y/N was laying on a bed in the delivery room, doctors hovering around her. She was covered in sweat and tears and was grasping Shawn’s hand so hard he thought she was going to break it. “Ice chip, Shawn! Ice chip!”

He reached inside of the cup and placed an ice chip in her mouth. “Holy shit! This hurts so bad!”

“You’re almost there Mrs. Mendes. Just a few more pushes and then the head will be out.”

“You’re doing so well baby. I love you. Think of that beautiful baby boy that is going to come out of you. I hope he has your eyes,” he whispered in her ear while popping another ice chip into her mouth.

“Deep breaths Mrs. Mendes. That’s it. Come on. I can see the head. One big push right here and the baby should pop right out.”

She squeezed Shawn’s hand and cried out. But her cry was overpowered by the crying of their newborn baby. “You did it honey. I’m so proud of you.”

“Mr. Mendes, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?”

Shawn looked at his wife to see if it was okay for him to leave her side for a moment and she nodded. Her face was red with the effort it took her, but Shawn thought she looked so beautiful. Shawn cut the cord and the nurses wrapped the baby boy up in a blanket. He walked over to Y/N cradling his baby in his arms and gently laying him down on her chest.

The crying came to a small little whimper as Y/N held her baby. She kissed its head before handing it to the nurse who was waiting to start its first bath and immunizations. “You’ll see him soon mom and dad,” the nurse said taking their baby boy to the nursery.

“You did so well baby. He’s so beautiful. And he does have your eyes.” He kissed his wife’s forehead and wiped her hair from her face.

“We’re going to wheel your wife into a patient room where the rest of your family can visit you guys. We’ll give you a briefing on how to breastfeed the baby and how to hold it. Can we have you just walk alongside us to make it easier to maneuver her around?”

Shawn nodded and followed them as they wheeled her into another room. Soon after, Shawn’s parents and Aaliyah entered the room quietly. Y/N was lying in a bed and Shawn was sitting next to her holding her hand in both of his. He was whispering sweet nothings to her as softly smiled at him. They both turned to look at their visitors.

“How do you feel?” Karen asked.

“Like crap.” They both chuckled. “How did you have both Shawn and Aaliyah. That was hell just having one.”

Karen smiled at her. “I thought I was going to stop at Shawn, but you forget how painful it really is. Don’t worry, once your baby gets a little older, you’ll both be hit by baby fever again.”

“Have you guys gone and seen him in the nursery yet? Is he doing well?” Y/N questioned her in-laws.

“He looks like a healthy beautiful baby. What are you guys planning on naming him,” Aaliyah asked as she walked closer to Y/N.

“We’ve thought of a few names. But I think we’re going to name him Peter, Pete for short. After Shawn’s middle name. Peter Shawn Mendes has a ring to it I think,” Y/N replied smiling at her husband. Karen and Manny smiled at the two,honored that they were keeping the family names.

A nurse entered the room a few minutes later, bringing their baby in with her. “We’re going to teach her how to breastfeed. If you guys could please leave the room to give her some privacy,” the nurse said to Shawn’s family. She placed Peter in Y/N’s arms and helped her pull down the top of her hospital gown.

“Thanks for listening to me Pete. That’s something your daddy struggles with.”

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows at her. “He literally just got born. How is he a better listener than me?”

Y/N smirked at him. “When you were cutting the tree, I knew I was probably going to have Petey in the next day or so. I just kept thinking that we needed to set up the tree first. And literally a few minutes after it was all done, my water broke. Looks like you need to teach your dad some lessons.” She laughed and Shawn rolled his eyes at her as he stroked Peter’s tiny foot with his thumb.

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