timothée chalamet imagines

two

timothée's pov

Y/n and I went into the room, I sat down in the chair as she laid down on the examination bed.

We were waiting for our doctor to come in.

"Do you think we'll be able to hear the heartbeat today?" she asked turning to me.

"I hope so." I smiled.

Y/n is currently 13 weeks pregnant with our first child. We started trying right after we got married, during our honeymoon to be exact.

We hadn't expected to get pregnant so quickly, but here we are. And we're happy as ever.

She held my hand and interlaced our fingers, she was getting nervous and I could tell.

I ran my thumb over the back of her hand, lifting it up and pressing a soft kiss on it.

She smiled, letting out a little laugh. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I sat up from my chair, leaning over to give her a kiss. Her hand went into my hair as I cupped her face in my free hand.

The door opened. "Oh! I'm sorry."

We snapped away from our kiss, turning our heads to the door to see our doctor.

I sat back down. "Sorry." I said.

Y/n looked away in embarrassment.

The doctor closed the door and sat down in her chair, reading over the chart she had in her hands.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine." y/n said quietly.

"You're 13 weeks along, correct?"

"Yes." y/n nodded.

"Any issues or concerns? Cramping, bleeding, fainting? Anything like that?"

I looked over at y/n, "Nothing like that," she shook her head "but I've been having really bad morning sickness."

The doctor wrote that down. "How bad would you say it is?" she looked back up.

"It's every morning for a few hours." y/n said.

"She's had to miss work a lot." I added.

The doctor wrote that down too. "Morning sickness is normal. It's different for every woman, if you begin to loose weight quickly, then it will become concerning."

A peak of fear and panic rushed over y/n's face.

I grabbed her hand again. "It's okay."

She nodded and gulped, she wasn't going to relax for the rest of the appointment. And now, probably the whole pregnancy.

"You can eat soft foods and drink lots of liquids just to keep something down," the doctor said "if it worsens we can prescribe medication."

"Okay." y/n nodded again.

She let my hand go and wiped away the escaping tears, I didn't know whether they were of worriment or hormones again.

Last week she cried because she couldn't open the jar of peanut. She cried on the floor for two hours, even after I opened it for her.

"Alright," the doctor put on hand sanitizer and grabbing the ultrasound wand "lift your shirt for me, dear."

Y/n did as told, bunching up her shirt right under her bra and held it in her hands.