Timothée Chalamet Imagines

kids

I sat in bed, reading and waiting for Timothée to come out of the shower. I heard the bathroom door unlock, and saw him come out.
"Hey" he smiled and laid next to me in bed.
"Hi" I smiled and laid on his chest.
"You're warm" I whispered onto his chest.
"Am I?" He hugged me tight into his arms.
"Mhm" I wrapped my legs around him.
"I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, grabbing my hand in his tightly.
"about what?" I asked, looking up at his face.
"about having kids"
"Oh, don't you think it's too early for that?" I said.
"No, what do you mean!" He asked, offended by what I had just said.
"I mean, we're only 26." I shrugged.
"We've been together for two years!" He frowned.
"Yeah, but we've been getting a lot of hate. Just imagine if I said I said that I'm pregnant. Your fans would freak the fuck out." I stated.
"I mean what you just said is true. But what if we just didn't tell anyone?" He added.
"They'd find out eventually, the media is crazy." I fidgeted with my fingers.
"I-I just don't know Timmy, I mean I don't think you're ready. You're always so busy with work, and so am I. Having a kid would bring more stress onto us." I felt teary eyed.
"What do you mean by 'I don't think you're ready?' Do you think I'm not capable of raising a kid?!" He started to get angry.
"Timmy you know that's not what I meant!" He started to stand up from the bed.
"D-Do you not t-think I'm the one? I just don't get it Y/n!" He started to sob.
"Timothèe, baby, don't cry please. That's not what I meant! Of course I think you're the one! Baby why do you think we're here right now, I will love you forever." My voice started to crack.
He glared at me, the tears pouring out of his eyes.
He fell into my arms, still sobbing.
I ran my fingers through his hair, and he laid on my chest.
"I'm so sorry if I hurt you Timmy. I love you so much." I kissed his forehead.
"It's okay.." he sniffed.
"Can we go to sleep now?" he asked, holding my hand in his.
I nodded and cuddled him in my arms.
We fell asleep into each other's arms.
But the question is still spinning in my head,
"Are we ready for a baby?"

(AN: This was a request from timoteespeach
It's prob not exactly what you wanted because I'm writing this like half asleep but like this is the best I could do.)