timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty three

requested by: @chalamaniac2021

your pov

"How was school?" I asked, sitting next to my four-year old at the kitchen table.

"Good." she smiled.

"That's good." I said, stealing a chip off her plate.

"Mommy, that's mine!" she laughed.

I laughed too, combing back her very messy and frizzy hair with my fingers.

Who knows what a kindergartener does while at school that makes them look like this when they get picked up at the end.

"Did anything exciting happen?" I ask, wanting to keep making conversation.

She nods. "Miss Sarah said we can bring our Mommy's and Daddy's to class on Friday!"

"Oh." I gulp and feel like my heart strings are being harshly tugged at.

She takes another bite of her sandwich.

"Mommy?" she asks, mouth still completely full.

"Finish what's in your mouth, please." I say, I'm trying to get her to work on her manners.

"Mommy?" she asks again, with an empty mouth this time.

"Yes?" I respond.

"When is Daddy coming back?"

I feel a pit in my stomach and lump in my throat now. "Y/d/n."

"Yes?"

My eyes begin to water. "Daddy's not coming back, darling."

"What do you mean?" she asks so innocently.

"Daddy was in an accident," my lips tremble "and he was so hurt that the doctors couldn't fix him."

I explain in a way that she'll hopefully, hopefully understand.

Because I would never say: "his injuries were so catastrophic that there was no possible way he could have made it out alive anyway," like I was told by the doctors who did try to save him, but only after I begged and pleaded for them to just fucking try.

"Why not?" she questions.

I sigh, trying to collect myself. "Because they just couldn't."

She pushes her plate away a bit. "Where's Daddy if he's not here?"

"When you can't be fixed, you move up and live in the sky, way past the clouds."

She nods, her eyes getting glossy. She gets off the chair and crawls over to sit in my lap.

I take her in my arms securely and cry, feeling tears fall from eyes and slip down my cheeks.

"Do know where else Daddy is when he's not in the sky?" I ask.

She shakes her head and looks up at me. "No."

I point to the middle of her chest. "He's right there," I try to smile "right in your heart."

She puts her hand over my finger. "Is he going to stay there?" she asks.

I nod. "Forever."