beautiful boy

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timothée's pov

"Time for bed." I tell my five year old son, taking him into my arms. I turn off the TV and throw the remote back on the couch.

"No, no, no!" he yells, hitting my back and flailing his legs quickly.

I start to go up the stairs. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He tries to break out of my arms, but fails, giving up immediately. I open up his bedroom door, setting him down. I walk to his dresser, pulling out two sets of pajamas.

"Dinosaurs?" I lift up one hand "or sharks?" I lift up the other.

He walks over to me, tapping on the hand that's holding the shark set. "Good choice." I tell him.

I put the dinosaur ones away and he dresses himself in the shark ones. He crawls into his bed as I put his clothes into his laundry basket. He already has the comforter up to his chin, small hands gripping onto it.

"Here we go." I say aloud, laying on the floor and looking under his bed. I get up and turn around, looking into his closet for a few seconds. I look under his desk and behind the door.

"All clear?" he asks.

I nod. "All clear."

Every night I have to check for monsters before he goes to sleep or he just won't. I sit on the edge of his bed, tucking him in well.

"Goodnight," I kiss his forehead "I love you."

"I love you too." he tells me.

I stand up, turn on his desk lamp, and leave his room, closing the door behind me.

"Did he put up a fight?" y/n asks as I walk into our bedroom, closing the door behind me as well.

"Slightly." I tell her.

I go into our closet and change into my pajamas, crawling into the bed next to her after. She wraps her arms around me, kissing my neck slowly.

"What are you doing?" I laugh.

"I missed you all day," she mumbles "haven't kissed you for hours." Our lips finally connect.

I push her over so she can lay on her back and I get on top of her, kissing her passionately. One of her hands tugs at my hair as the other starts to lift my shirt up a bit.

As I pull my shirt over my head, I hear y/s/n calling for me from his room. Y/n sighs, trying to put my shirt back on in our very dark room.

"I'll be right back." I say and give her another kiss before getting off the bed.

I walk down the dark hallway. "Yes?" I turn the light on once I'm in my son's room.

"I heard something." he whispers.

"What did you hear?" I lean against the doorframe, raising up an eyebrow.

"Something in the closet." he whispers again, pointing to it with a shaky hand.

"There's nothing in there, y/s/n."

He gets defensive quickly. "But I heard something!"

"Alright, alright." I say walking over there and open up the doors.

I close them back up and turn to him. "Empty."

"Can you check for monsters again?" he asks.

"I just checked less than five minutes ago."

"Please." he begs.

I close my eyes and sigh. I do another sweep of the monster-less room once again. "You're safe, it's time for bed, go to sleep."

He sits up and covers his head with the comforter. I stand next to his bed, taking the it off him. He looks up at me with teary eyes.

"Do you want me to stay with you for a little bit? Until you fall asleep?"

He nods and lays back down. I turn off the bedroom light and sit on his bed like earlier. He stares at me, wide-eyed, sleepless.

Being petrified of 'monsters' at this age won't let him get any sleep; it won't let me get any sleep. It won't let me spend time with his mother either at this hour of the night.

"Close your eyes, have no fear," I shake my head, "the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your daddy's here." I sing.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy," a smile creeps onto his face "beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

He takes his hands out from under the covers, putting them together on his chest. "Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer. Every day in every way, it's getting better and better." I nod.

Y/s/n starts to hum along to the tune of the lyrics, making me smile. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

"Out on the ocean sailing away," I move my hand into a wave shape, "I can hardly wait to see you come of age. But I guess we'll both just have to be patient, 'cause it's a long way to go, a hard row to hoe," I make a rowing movement with my arms, making him laugh, "yes, it's a long way to go, but in the meantime..."

He reaches for my left arm and brings it close to him, holding my hand as tight as he possibly can.

"Before you cross the street, take my hand," I lift my hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of his, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."

I let go of his hand, putting both of his arms back under the covers, tucking him in safely and comfortably once again.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy," I turn down the volume of my voice as he starts to flutter his eyes, "beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

"Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer. Every day in every way, it's getting better and better." I smile and run my fingers through his curls, ones just like mine.

He finally closes his eyes, turning his head to the side slightly as he falls asleep. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy." I lean over and press a kiss to his forehead.

After pulling away, I just look at him. While sleeping, he looks like the most precious and peaceful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I can't believe that he's mine, my beautiful boy.

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