"Ya'know, looking back on it, it's pretty stupid that children's color books exist." Shawn spoke, flipping through the pages of the book he picked up. "They can't even see the colors; Adults would be the only ones looking at these things, right?"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she held up the pink bibs she'd been eyeing for the last ten minutes. "Shut up and help me pick. Should we get the one that says 'Mommy's little helper', or the one that says 'Daddy's girl'?

Shawn smiled and placed the book back in the with the rest of the children's books. It was a stupid question and they both knew it.

"Daddy's girl." He insisted proudly, nodding his head slowly. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."

Shawn didn't think it was possible to be in love with anyone as much as he was with Y/N, but when her pregnancy test came up positive, he felt himself falling head over heels once again.

A baby girl. An entire new outlook on life. A new person to give all of his affection to. A direct reflection of Shawn and Y/N's love.

It happened unexpectedly. The topic of kids had barely ever come up in the two years they'd been together, but deep down, they both knew they were ready. However, that's not to say that the news couldn't have come at a better time.

The wedding was happening in one month and she was now in the fourth month of pregnancy, making dress fittings an experience. There were a countless number of times she would come home from a fitting and collapse into Shawn's arms, crying about how none of the dresses would fit her.

"You shouldn't be ashamed, Y/N." Shawn would mutter, rubbing one hand on her stomach as she curled into him. "All a tight dress means is that our little girl is one step closer to being here. It doesn't make you any less beautiful and I know you'll find the perfect dress. I can't wait to marry you."

Y/N would sniff as Shawn pressed their cheeks together, falling asleep in one another's arms. He'd often fall asleep before her and she relished in the feeling of her love against him– Something that would never get old, no matter how long they were together.

The night they got engaged was unforgettable. Shawn had completely planned out some huge, extravagant proposal in which he'd sing to her onstage and propose in front of the thousands watching them; a reminder of how they got their first color at his concert. But all of that went out of the window one day.

They had turned in for the night on the couch in front of the fireplace, her makeup removed, hair disheveled, the two even wearing matching pajamas. She had fallen asleep on top of him first this time and Shawn couldn't help but admire her as if it was the first time he'd ever seen her.

And then he'd popped the question.

"Will you marry me?"

Y/N stirred a bit, groaning because he'd just woken her up from her peaceful slumber. She asked him to repeat himself as she rubbed her eyes, and he pondered for a few seconds. He wasn't sure why he had accidentally said what he said when he had a different proposal already planned out, but the words just felt right when they slipped from his mouth, which is why he had no problem repeating them. They'd seen all of their colors, they'd been living together for a while, and he couldn't imagine a life without her. He just couldn't wait anymore.

"Will you marry me?"

The rest was history, and now, here Shawn was, standing at the alter.

Friends and family could sense his nervousness as he stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for Y/N to walk down the aisle. His breathing was shallow and nervous as he rocked himself back and forth on his toes, mentally preparing himself. He couldn't believe this was finally happening.

At the end of the day he would be going home with Y/N Mendes, his soulmate.

And when the music finally began to play, if Shawn could barely breathe before, he definitely couldn't now.

She was right there, walking slowly up the carpet. Her long, off-white dress draped far past her ankles, the material trailing behind her. It was completely her style with just the right amount of lace, shine, and flare. Her long veil had dark red flecks throughout, matching the color of his tie. However, Shawn noticed one special detail. The dress was particularly tighter around her stomach, making the five-month old baby bump that much more obvious. She knew he would love it, and though she wasn't initially sure of the dress, seeing his bright smile made it all worth it.

They both felt as if they could explode when they came to be face to face. Shawn looked especially good as well, choosing to sport a beige suit with white underneath. His cheeks matched his crimson tie and he couldn't stop blushing if he tried– nobody had ever made him feel as happy as he did in that moment.

"You look beautiful." Shawn complimented, voice no higher than a mere whisper. He brought a hand up to correct a piece of her hair, giving her the widest smile he could muster. "Holy shit."

Y/N giggled, grabbing both of his hands to squeeze in her own. It was as if they'd both just then realized what all of this meant even though they'd been imagining this every day leading up to this.

There was no going back. After this, they would start a family and grow old together; probably argue over stupid stuff like oven tops and fruitcake. They would teach their daughter how to walk, talk, and create. And no, it wouldn't be easy, but they were ready. They were ready before they had even met for the first time outside of that dainty coffee shop.

This was just meant to be, and when the priest told Shawn that he may kiss the bride, he didn't waste a single second.

This kiss was nothing short of amazing. Shawn held Y/N Mendes as close as he possibly could with one hand on her lower back and one on her cheek. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips melted together magically, sparks flying and the world drowning out around them. Shawn was sure that was only something that happened in books, but it was very real, and he held her a little tighter at the idea.

When they finally separated they were met with the loud whoops and cheers of everyone in the large room, both suddenly bashful when they remembered they weren't the only ones in the room. Shawn laughed at the look of realization on her face and buried his own in the crook of her neck, clasping their hands together once again.

"I love you, Mrs.Y/N Mendes."

"And I love you more, Mr.Shawn Mendes."

-

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Shawn performed a new song he'd written just for Y/N, cake was had, people were greeted, and the more guests tapped their cutlery against their glasses, the more the newly weds kissed. They weren't complaining.

Then, there was the bouquet toss. Around 20 of Y/N and Shawn's closest friends huddled up behind her, all ready to be the ones to catch the flowers. When the countdown from three ended and she tossed the bouquet backwards, all that could be heard was shouts and laughter. She turned quickly to see which of her friends had caught it, and low and behold there Brianna stood, proudly holding the bouquet in her hands.

Y/N beamed and went to hug the girl she'd grown even closer to in the past year. "Looks like you're next to be married, Bri!"

Brianna smiled, shooting a glance to her fiancé sitting back at their table. "Yeah, looks like I am."

Everything worked out in the end, it would seem.

-

Y/N wiped her hands free of the water and dish soap her hands were just submerged in, the time nearing 7:00- nearly bed time. She was usually adamant on getting Amalah to bed on time, but tonight, she could make an exception.

A soft guitar strumming caught her attention and she smiled to herself as she walked over to the doorway of Shawn's music room, leaning on it and watching the sight in front of her. Shawn was sitting on the couch with a guitar on his lap, Amalah sandwiched between the guitar and his chest. He was playing a simple melody- Twinkle twinkle little star- When he looked up at Y/N with a lopsided grin.

It's only for a second before he turns his head back towards the little girl in his arms, nuzzling his face into her soft, wild curls.

"Twinkle, twinkle," Shawn sang, rocking himself and Amalah side to side gently.

"Little star." Her little voice sang, a content smile on her face.

"How I wonder what you.."

"Are," She sang out again, but this time it was just a tiny whisper, making Shawn laugh gently, holding her tighter. Amalah lets out a cute giggle, pretending to act bashful.

"Sing it louder, Am!" He gave her a mile-wide smile, his hands placing the guitar on the ground gently before his hands go to his daughter's sides, tickling her mercilessly.

"Daddy, stop!" She giggled, trying to wiggle from his grip, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Shawn shook his head and continued on for a few seconds before he let her go and she immediately ran to Y/N, wrapping herself around her legs like a koala bear. She gasped at this but grinned, and it's then that Shawn noticed the phone in her hand that had recorded the whole ordeal.

He got up, making his way over to both of them, bending down to pick up Amalah so she sat on his left arm. He then wrapped his other arm around Y/N, bringing the two in for a bear hug.

"My girls." He hummed, shutting his eyes in bliss. After a few seconds of swaying the two back and forth, he separated to look up at his wife, readjusting Amalah so she then sat on his arm. "Send that video to me, please."

"Gotcha." Y/N smiled at him, taking a step back to look at her two loves.

Amalah was a spitting image of both parents- 50% Shawn, 50% Y/N. She had certain features that they could immediately recognize as his and others hers, and both swore that she was the most beautiful kid they'd ever seen the moment she came into the world (Though, they might be biased). Turning 3 years old in only 2 months, Amalah was also extremely smart, kind, and musically gifted (Something she obviously got from Shawn). Having her in their lives was the greatest gift they could ever wish for- Besides each other, of course.

"Does this mean it's time to go to bed?" Amalah asked, looking up at her parents with those big beautiful eyes of hers.

Y/N gave her a soft smile and kissed her cheek. "No, we're having movie night tonight, remember?"

The little girl was suddenly antsy and excited at this, wriggling in Shawn's arms to get him to put her down. As soon as he does, she's zooming out of the room to get ready for the rest of the night, excited squeals leaving her mouth. This made both of them chuckle and Shawn pulled Y/N into him, resting his forehead against hers. She absentmindedly laced their fingers together, shutting her eyes.

"I think our daughter is a prophecy." Shawn half-joked.

"She is." Y/N agreed, "She gets it from you."

Shawn was silent for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Y/N snapped up and slapped his shoulder, feigning anger and making him let out that loud dad laugh that she loved so much. He grabbed her and held onto her from behind, burying his face in her neck; evidently his favorite place to be.

"Hey, you know what I just thought of?" Shawn murmured, the vibrations against her skin making her chuckle.

"What?"

"We never looked back at that painting. Ya'know, the one you did on my back."

It was a strange and random thing to remember considering it'd happened nearly 5 years ago ago at this point, but he fished around for his phone and Y/N patiently waited as he scrolled through 4 years of Instagram posts trying to find that one picture.

"Here!" Shawn shouted in victory, earning a glare from her telling him to use his inside voice. What a mom, he thought, rolling his eyes and shoving the phone her way.

The painting wasn't exactly as nice as they expected, making the both of them crack up. Due to their lack of colors back then, the colors seemed to blend all together, creating a mess of brown-green smears.

Y/N puckered her lips, trying to contain her laughter. "..Well, it was romantic at the time, yeah?"

Shawn shook his head and chuckled, patting Y/N on the shoulder. "Yeah."

Amalah began to yell about some toy in the other room, snapping the two out of their own world and back into parenting mode. Y/N began to walk into the kitchen again but was stopped by Shawn's hand on her arm, gently turning her around with a "Hey".

She raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I love you." Shawn smiled, cheeks rosy as always.

Y/N grinned and leaned up to press an abrupt kiss to his lips.

"I love you too, Shawn. Forever."

Sometimes, love is a smooth ride. Other times, it isn't. However, no matter what, it always finds a way.

Shawn, Y/N, and Amalah, making their way through life's hurdles in their splotted and stained world.

Yeah. Shawn liked the sound of that.