this is gonna be a little bit different, but it's basically gonna be their honeymoon condensed into one part, so i'm gonna write out small bits for some of the days haha
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chapter sixty-one
feelings
[anya rose steinburg]
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day 1;

"have you got everything?" i ask shawn, paring around our shared suite, while he pulls on a pair of jeans, sliding on a shirt after that.

"i think." he says, walking to his suitcase, opening it and placing a few flannel bottoms in it, followed by the rest of his button-ups. "you?"

"yeah i guess." i shrug, looking down at my packed suitcase and carry on bag, along with my handbag. "are you taking your laptop on the flight?"

"yeah, got a few things i need to do." he sighs, placing his hands on his hips. "anya, are you ready for kids? i know last night we-"

"shawn, if it happens, it happens." i reassure him. "and if it does, i'll be endlessly happy." he smiles gently at me, walking forward, and wrapping his arms around my waist. "plus, it's our first time, you know, it might not happen."

"okay, i just want to make sure that you're okay with it." he says, kissing my forehead gently. "ready to go?" i nod, as he pulls away from me, linking his backpack over his back, before picking up the two suitcases in his large hands. i then wheel the cabin bag, and hold onto my handbag. "is geoff meeting us at the car with your guitar?"

"no, he just texted me saying that he put it into the back of the car." shawn explains, as we exit our room, walking down the corridor, trying to stay quiet in the early hours of morning. "you do have the tickets, right?"

"of course i do." i chuckle, as shawn breathes out a laugh. we reach the outdoor bit, and shawn quickly rushes to the car, the driver opening the boot of the car for us so we can put the bags inside it. shawn lifts up the suitcases effortlessly, placing them into the trunk, before taking the cabin bag out of my hands and placing it on top of the two suitcases and guitar. he then opens up one of the back doors, letting me in first, before he slides in next to me, shutting the door behind him.

"new york, jfk, right? we're in for a long ride." the driver chuckles, starting up the car. i sigh, leaning my head down on shawns shoulder. i guess today is going to be a full day of travelling.
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day 2;

"take a picture!" shawn laughs, as he stands at the bottom of the eiffel tower, bird poo resting over his shoulder.

"shawn that's gross! i'm not taking a picture of you covered in bird poo!" i laugh back, folding my arms against the camera.

"oh well, take it!" he chuckles again, as i roll my eyes at him, holding up the camera to snap the picture quickly. i take it, and then i grab some tissues from my bag, walking up to shawn and cleaning it off of his shoulder.

"come on, let's go buy you another shirt." i say, throwing the tissue in a bin nearby, and holding onto shawns hand.

"i could walk around shirtless." he shrugs, as i gasp, hitting his side playfully. "oh come on, no one would complain!"

"shawn mendes, i am officially done with you." i chuckle, pulling him across the road and straight into a shop. we walk inside, and then i realise the store is full of vintage button up shirts, just like the store in amsterdam which shawn bought his famous red shirt from.

"okay now i suddenly don't mind buying a new shirt." shawn says, raking through the rails to find a new shirt. i chuckle, shaking my head as i stand to the side, starring at him.

"bonjour!" the shop assistant says. "ca va?"

"uh- i don't speak french." i blush, feeling a little embarrassed.

"oh! don't worry." she laughs, her french accent running through her voice. "are you two here on a visit?"

"yeah, we're on our honeymoon." i smile. looking at shawn as he pulls out a bright pink shirt. "jesus, shawn, don't." i chuckle, rolling my eyes at him.

"oh! congratulations! when did you two get married?" she asks me.

"two days ago." i smile back, thinking back to the wedding day. "this is our first full day in paris."

"how long are you staying for?" she asks, as shawn takes out a navy blue shirt, examining it, and nodding, before walking over to the assistant and i.

"a week, then we're going to the maldives." i beam, as shawn smiles, linking his arm around my waist. "found one, love?"

"yeah, i'm gonna quickly pay for it." he turns to the shop assistant. "is there any way that i can wear it now? as you can see, my current shirt is a little ruined."
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day 3;

"how could you already get a cold?" shawn complains, lying down next to me on the bed, as i chuckle, my temperature eating through my skin, and my head pounding.

"i'm sorry if you made me kiss you in the rain last night." i say, my voice nasally. "it's okay, i'll be fine tomorrow." shawn sadly smiles at me, brushing some hairs from my hot forehead, before he gently places his cool lips onto the hot surface, making me moan in comfort.

"you want anything? any food? tea?" shawn asks me, picking up the room service menu.

"let's get some pizza, and put a movie on or something. oh, and a peppermint tea." i list, sitting up in bed, reaching for the hotel tv remote, going straight onto the netflix service provided by the hotel.

"okay, i'll order that now." he says, sliding off of the bed, and sitting down on it instead, before taking the phone and dialling up room service, ordering a pizza and my tea.

"see baby, in sickness and in health?" shawn smirks at me, before joining me on the bed again. i let out a small chuckle, rolling my eyes gently at him.

"i love you."
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day 4;

"hi, yes, my wife, anya mendes, uh she's got a really high fever, since yesterday really, and it hasn't gone down." shawn frowns, as he talks to the hotel linked doctor, sitting on the other end of our bed, as i shut my eyes softly, trying to sleep off my illness. "yes, i've given her some medication, and she's been sleeping a lot today, and yesterday, it's just not going down." i hear him sigh, before placing his hand on my duvet covered leg. "okay, thank you so much. yes, i'll leave the door open." he hangs the phone up, sighing again, and rubbing his hand up and down my leg. i hear his phone dialling someone up, and i open my eyes once more, looking curiously at shawn. "shh, go back to sleep," he whispers, standing up, and sitting directly in front of me, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb softly against it.

"who are you calling?" i croak out, my voice hoarse from the sore throat i bear.

"my mum, don't worry darling, get some sleep." he reassures me. "hey mum, i'm good, how are you?" he answers his phone, looking down at me. "no, not really, anya's really sick, like a burning fever flu sick." he sighs. "what can i do to help her? she's already under two duvets, i've given her some paracetamol, she's had so much tea, mum what do i do?"

"shawn," i chuckle sadly. "don't worry."

"okay i'll see if that helps, okay, have a good day mum, i love you." he hangs up the phone, placing it on the table beside the bed, sighing once more, before placing his lips on my forehead again.

"she said for me to just keep doing what i am." he sighs. "anyway, the doctor should be here soon, i'm sure they'll know what's up."
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day 5;

"i'm so glad you're well again." shawn chuckles, as he clutches onto my hand as we walk to the restaurant we're having lunch at.

"yeah, i'm sorry for wasting two days of our honeymoon." i frown, whilst shawn opens up the door to the restaurant, before turning to me, looking slightly concerned.

"you didn't waste anything, love, i still had loads of fun with you." he says, smiling sadly at me. "it wasn't your fault for getting ill." he leans down, pecking my lips gently. "now let's eat something because i'm fucking starving." i let out a laugh, as a waiter guides us to a table for two. i sit down, shawn sitting opposite me, as i quickly scan my eyes down the menu, gazing at the different food options.

"let's try snails." shawn decides, placing his menu down on the table.

"how about you try snails and i sit here tying to watch you not try to puke." i say back, a grimace on my face. he laughs, nodding.

"okay then but i'm telling you i won't puke." he says, smirking gently at me.

little did he know, that night, he would be throwing up the contents of his stomach, just because of the snails.
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day 6;

shawn groans once more as i force him to climb up another set of steps at the eiffel tower. "why didn't we take the lift?" shawn moans, as i chuckle, racing up the staircases.

"because taking the lift is boring, and this way you can get some exercise, you fat ass." shawn snorts at me, rolling his eyes.

"yeah, my ass is thick." i burst out into laughter, stopping on one of the steps.

"you did not just say that!" i laugh, looking at him as he laughs along with me. "'my ass is thick' god i'm so tweeting that later."

"oh god." shawn groans, as i continue to walk up the steps, the top of the tower coming into view.

"oh come on shawn, only a few more steps left."
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day 13;

"hmm, i don't want to leave." i sigh, sinking my feed into the soft sands of the white sand beaches, my hand loosely knitted with shawns, his white shirt over my shoulders, over the black bikini i wear. i gaze at shawn, who's usual milky skin is now covered in a smooth tan, his skin golden and sparkling in the sunlight.

"neither do i baby, i love it here." he frowns, but putting on a smile shortly after. "come on, let's sit down somewhere and watch the sunset." i nod in agreement, as shawn guides me to a set of beach chairs, the white wood forming a lazy sun bed. shawn sits down on it, leaning back, before opening his arms and letting me snuggle up to him.

"back to london tomorrow then?" i ask hopefully, as shawn chuckles, nodding.

"let's continue the honeymoon there." he whispers. "i kind of wish we just kept the honeymoon here though, i genuinely feel like i'm fully relaxed, i don't want to go back to work and the busy life at home."

"well let's make it a tradition. we come here whenever we need a break." i suggest, as shawn nods in agreement.

"i can't believe we're married, wow, anya," he laughs in amazement. "i love you."

"neither do i, these past three years have gone by so fast." i chuckle. "and i love you more."

"i'm just glad i've had you by my side throughout."
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be prepared for a lil time jump in the next chapter x