timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty four

@chalamaniac2021

your pov

"I'm tired." I sigh, my eyes finally closing after I'd been fighting for them not to.

Timothée moves around the strands of hair that frame my face. "Think you can sleep for a while?"

"Maybe." I say, covering myself up further with the comforter. Timothée pushes my hands away and tucks me in better so I can get warm.

I'm practically shivering.

My eyes open heavily. "How much longer?" I ask, my lips quivering.

He kisses my forehead. "Until he's ready, darling. We've just got to wait it out."

I close my eyes again, finding his hand under the comforter as another contraction forms.

I squeeze his hand tightly, feeling it run down my back. "Ow, ow." I whimper, so unsure of what to do at this point.

"Breathe." he says in a soft voice.

I try to subdue the pain mentally and focus on my breathing, but it's really no use.

Relief washes over me when the contraction just barely passes. "I'm sorry."

"For?" he asks.

"Squeezing your hand so hard." I say, opening my eyes up once again.

He smiles. "It's fine, squeeze all you want."

Three hours later...

"Does this feel better?" the nice wife asks.

I nod, swaying on my knees in the tub. "Yeah, a lot better."

"That's good," she says "shouldn't be any longer now until you two get to meet your darling." she smiles kindly.

"Do you want to stay in here for the birth?" Tim asks me.

I nod, too exhausted to give a verbal answer and to even think about walking back to the bed.

"Okay." he says.

The midwife stands up. "I'll come back and check on your in half and hour, just call if there's any change or if you need something." she says.

"Okay," I nod "thank you."

She smiles and disappears from the space.

"Does the water make a big difference?" he asks.

"Yeah," I nod "makes me feel more relaxed."

"That's good." he says.

I nod again, gripping the edge of the tub as yet another contraction starts; they're only getting closer together now.

An hour later...

"Oh, I can't." I groan, shaking my head.

"Yes, you can," the kids wife says "a few more pushes, y/n. You're doing good."

Timothée grabs a hold of both of my hands now instead of just the one. "You've got this."

I build up courage and push, feeling God knows what down there and indescribable things going on throughout my entire body.

"He's almost here," the midwife says "just a little harder, push for me a little harder."

My teeth practically grind and I'm pretty sure that I've broken one of Timothée's hands. If not one, both.

"Ahhh!" I scream, giving the biggest push I can.

"Oh my God." Timothée gasps.

There's a full wash of relief that pours over me.

The sound of breaking water makes my eyes pop open and our midwife is placing our son right on my chest.

I let go of Timothée's hands, breaking into a full sob as newborn cries echo in the bathroom.

"Oh, y/n," Timmy sniffle "oh, he's perfect."

Two hours later...

"Call if you need anything, like always." our midwife says.

"Thank you so much." I say.

"Congratulations once again." she smiles.

"Thank you." Timothée and I say in unison as she then leaves the room.

She'll stay for a few more hours for observation of both the baby and I.

But for now, it's just the three of us alone.

The three of us. What an odd thing to be able to say now after all this time.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything as precious as this." Timothée says, his head rested in my shoulder as I hold our son in my arms.

"Me neither." I whisper, still taken aback by the little human that we created.

Timothée kisses the side of head and pecks of kisses on my cheek that make me start to laugh.

"I love you," he say, turning my head to look at him "you don't know how much I love you."

I feel my eyes water. He's been amazing through this entire process.

From consoling me after finding out we were expecting, unexpectedly. To holding back my hair as I threw up multiple times a day. To putting on my shoes when I couldn't bend down anymore.

He's been here every day, hour, minute, even down to the second.

"I love you too." I smile as he sweeps away my tears with the pads of his thumbs.

He pulls my face to his for a kiss. The stir of our baby makes up break apart quickly.

Y/s/n makes way to cry, but relaxes and drifts off back into safe and quiet sleep after all.

"I've got a serious question to ask." Timmy says.

"And what question is that?"

"Do you think he likes me?" he asks with a chuckle.