timothée chalamet imagines

for the next one (pt 2)

had some free time, so, here's part two :)

timothée's pov

"Thank you." y/n said as the nurse fixed up the bag of pitocin.

"You're welcome." she smiled and left the two of us alone in the hospital room.

Y/n grunted as she tried to adjust the tons of pillows she had on the bed.

"Let me help you." I got up from the chair and went over, the second my hand touched a pillow, y/n pushed it away.

"Don't." she snapped.

I backed away slowly, sitting back in the chair again as she adjusted the pillows herself.

"I'm sorry." she sighed looking over at me.

"Don't be." I shook my head.

"I just want to get this over with." she said on the verge of tears.

I got up again, walking over to her and grabbed her hand. "Just a little longer." I kissed her forehead.

"That's what you said seven hours ago."

"You've made a pretty good home for the last nine months, I can understand why she doesn't want to leave yet."

Y/n laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

two hours later...

"OW! OW!" she yelled.

"Breathe, breathe." I said through gritted teeth as she squeezed my hand, probably breaking all to the bones within it.

"Make it stop." she cried.

I watched the monitor for seven more seconds and the line staggered back down.

That was her longest contraction yet.

A nurse came in after knocking on the door to the foot of the bed with a pair of gloves on.

"How are we doing, Ms. Chalamet?" she asked.

"How does it look like I'm doing?"

The nurse looked over at me and I mouthed 'I'm sorry.'

"I'm just going to check your dilation, legs to your chest, please."

Y/n mumbled some things under her breath, probably curse words, and did as told.

"Four and a half." the nurse said taking her hands out from below and y/n put her legs back down.

"Four and a half?!" y/n's voice rose.

"Yes," the nurse threw out her gloves "we'll raise your dose of pitocin within the next hour or two if there's no progression."

"Thank you." I said and the nurse left.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Why don't you-"

"You don't get to say shit, okay? You did this to me, this is your fault." and she turned on her side to look away from me.

I have never seen her so sensitive and irate.

three hours...

"Does this feel good?" I asked.

"Mhm."

I swayed side to side, my hands on y/n's hips as her arms wrapped around my neck.

With her labor progressing slowly, a nurse told us we should get her to move around a bit to see if anything would change.

Y/n's head rested on my chest. "You're doing great." I whispered.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry for being rude and yelling at you all day."

"It's fine, yell at me all you want. I deserve it."

She laughed before taking a big gasp, her hands went to my shoulders and her nails dug into them, making me want to scream.

But she's the one that was screaming. She squatted down and so did I.

"Is it time?" I asked and she nodded, looking up to me with fear and tears in her eyes.

I pressed the the emergency button on the side of the bed and got y/n back in to it as quickly as I could.

"It's going to be okay." I kissed her sweaty temple as she squeezed my hand again.

Our doctor came in with her delivery team and I turned to them. "Go time?"

"Yes." I said. She's the same doctor that delivered y/s/n two years ago.

She came to the foot of the bed, putting y/n's legs in the stirrups.

"Baby's crowing." she looked up at us.

"Timothée." y/n cried. This was the first time I had ever seen her so scared and in so much pain at the same time. It was killing me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you can do this. I know you can." I kissed her.

"I love you." her voice shook.

"I love you more," the doctor called out the upcoming contraction "let's finally meet our little girl."

Y/n gave her first push. "Ten..nine...eight.."

an hour later...

"She's so small." I said laying next to y/n as she held our girl in her arms.

"Yeah." she said in the sweetest voice.

I moved my hand over to our daughter's, her tiny fingers wrapping around my pinky.

The sight made me cry instantly. I've felt love for many: my mother, my friends, y/n, my own son, but have never felt a love like this.

It's like this tiny human, who's just an hour old, has already captured my heart forever.

"She's your twin."

"The most gorgeous girl in the world." I said.

"Excuse me?"

"You're both tied for first." I smiled and y/n laughed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted, I didn't mean anything I said or did."

"Don't apologize, you were in pain, for so long. I know you didn't mean any of it."

"That's no excu-"

"Y/n, it's okay. Leave all that behind, all that matters is that our girl here is out and safe."

"But was it all worth it?" she asked, referring back to the attitude, screaming, and attempted hand breaking.

"Of course it was worth it," I stared down at our daughter "every single second."

"You kept your promise."

"What promise?" I looked at y/n.

"That you'd be here for the next one," she handed y/d/n over to me.

"And I'll be there for the next one too."

Y/n's face went white, her eyes wide.

"I'm kidding," I smiled as she sighed relived "or maybe I'm not."

She laughed and gave me a kiss. It was just the three of us then for the rest of the day and night until our families came to meet our daughter the next morning.