Timothèe Chalamet Imagines

❀pack❀

Your POV

"Hey! Get back here y/d/n! Come on - no!" I am chasing our three year old daughter, y/d/n, around our apartment, trying to get her to sit still and put some clothes on. She giggles as she turns down the hallway, running down in just her underwear.

"Woah!" Timothée steps out of our bedroom and y/d/n runs right into him, colliding with his shins and falling backwards on the floor, giggling. I take this moment to scoop her up and hold her. She squeals and squirms in my arms, and I slump against the hallway wall with an exhausted sigh.

"Here, I'll take her," Timothée says, reaching out and taking her in his arms.

"Thank you," I say breathily. I just need to pack. We're leaving for Colorado tomorrow, and I haven't put anything in my suitcase. I've been so overwhelmed taking care of y/d/n lately. She's cute, but she is a lot to handle.

"Hey, just go take a break for a while. I'll make dinner and watch her. I know I haven't been here as much lately. Just go," he says kindly as y/d/n wraps her arms around his neck.

"Thanks," I say. He moves aside and I go into our bedroom, finally able to pack everything I need.

I flop on the bed and intend only on resting my eyes for a moment, but end up falling into a deep sleep.

***

I wake up groggily and sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh, hey. You're awake."

I turn to see Timothée standing in our closet, holding one of my sweatshirts.

"Oh... um... sorry I fell asleep. What time is it?" I ask. Outside is completely dark, and the orange glow of our closet light fills the bedroom.

"It's 8:30. I just put y/d/n to bed," he says.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep," I tell him, swinging my legs over the side.

"No, no. Don't apologize. Was it me that woke you up? I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you pack," he says kindly.

"You didn't wake me up. I really am sorry, she had so much energy tonight." I yawn and rub my eyes again, standing. I look down and see my suitcase, which he has almost completely packed. "That's so sweet. You didn't have to do this for me," I say. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him.

He pulls away only a few inches.

"I just feel so guilty for leaving you with her every single evening. It feels like most nights I get back super late. I'm just so excited to actually spend some time with both of you. This trip is going to be awesome," he says.

I know he's been feeling guilty for not being here lately. He's so sweet and he apologizes for it all the time. It's why we organized this trip. We just needed to get away and be together as a family for a while.

"Don't feel guilty. We love you. And this is going to be awesome. Now what did you put in here?" I lean down and sift through the clothes he's already put in the suitcase, taking out things I probably won't wear. "Sorry, this is super sweet, but I don't need five t-shirts. Colorado is cold," I tell him. He nods and takes them from me, putting them back in the closet.

"Do you want this sweatshirt?" he asks, holding out my favorite one.

"Yeah. Thanks - hey! What is... this?" My jaw drops as I pull out the skimpiest bra and underwear I've ever seen, still with the price tags.

"Oh..." he grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck with one hand, avoiding my gaze.

I laugh and throw it at him.

"I guess we have more than skiing and hiking planned for this trip, huh?" I say, laughing.

"I thought it would be nice, and it was supposed to be a surprise," he says, laughing with me.

"Wow," I say, turning back to the suitcase and tucking everything in.

I start zipping it up, but he stops me.

"Well, put it back in there," he says with a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes and take the lacy fabric from him, tossing it on top of everything else. I zip everything up and stand up next to him. He's biting his lip and staring at the ground, grinning.

I push him gently against our bedroom wall and kiss him again.

"I've really missed you," I tell him.

"I know. I've missed you too. I'm excited for this," he whispers. He brings his hands to my waist and leans down, kissing me lightly again. He kisses my lips first, then my cheeks, my nose, my jaw, my neck, and finally my forehead, before tugging me over to the bed.

I flop down in exhaustion, needing even more sleep before our flight with our three year old tomorrow. He lays next to me, sprawled out so that my head rests on his long arm. I run my fingers along his and he curls his arm so that I lay against him, my leg resting over his torso. I press one final kiss to his cheek before resting my head on his chest and falling asleep wrapped around him.

"I love you," he whispers.

I grin as I fall asleep, feeling his warmth radiating onto me and listening to his heartbeat. Visions of Colorado paint my dreams, and I sleep better than I have in a long time.