timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty five

your pov

"I'm nervous." I say, walking up the steps.

"Why?" he asks.

"I don't know."

Timothée grabs me by the shoulders, staring into my eyes. "You're going to be fine," he says "we're all going to be fine." he smiles.

I nod and he kisses my cold nose, ringing the doorbell of his parents home.

His Mom swings open the door. "Y/n!" she exclaims, throwing her arms around me.

Timothée's hand rests behind my back to keep me from toppling over. Ever since I got pregnant, my balance has been off.

Nicole's enjoyment only makes the chances of toppling over, greater. And the snow doesn't really help either.

"Come in! Come in!" she says and we step inside, kicking off our snow-covered boots.

We stand in the hallway, staring at one another as Nicole smiles brightly. "What am I? Chopped liver? I don't even get a hello." Timmy jokes.

"Oh, you!" she says, giving him a smack to the arm and hugs him tightly.

Nicole grabs our hands and leads us into the dining room where Marc and Pauline are setting down loads and loads of food.

They make their way over to me first, greeting me with hugs and kisses. Then, go over to Timothée.

He looks at me with a pouty face, playfully upset that his family loves to see and greet me before him when we come over.

"How have you been?" Marc asks me.

"Great, how about yourself?"

"Great now that you two are here." he smiles.

Timothée and I haven't been able to visit any family as often as we used to now that our schedules are loaded up with work.

And we took time off from seeing family to adjust to the pregnancy, waiting to really announce anything until we made it past twelve weeks.

"Dinner's ready," Pauline says "let's eat!"

Timothée and I sit down next to one another and he rests his hand on my thigh under the table.

A few hours later...

Timothée yawns loudly. "Sorry." he apologizes.

A good and full meal always makes him sleepy.

We're all settled in the living room, the fire place bringing warmth into the chilly space. I even had to put on one of Timmy's old sweatshirts to keep myself warm enough to not freeze to the couch.

We hear the clinking of glasses enter the living room, along with the pads of footsteps.

"I've got wine." Pauline smiles, resting the glasses on the table.

Timothée and I glance at one another. We watch in silence as Pauline pours wine into five glasses.

She keeps one for herself, hands the other three off to her parents and brother. The last for me.

"Oh, no thank you." I shake my head, declining the glass as she holds it out to me.

Her face scrunches. "This is your favorite, isn't it?" she asks as she looks at the bottle. "We got it just for you."

I nod. "It is, it's my favorite, but I'm just really not in the mood to drink right now. I'm feeling really, really full." I say, resting my hands on my stomach. But I take them right off.

With no reaction or persistence, she sets the glass down on the table and lifts hers up. "Okay, but I'd still like to make a toast."

The remaining three raise their glasses too.

"I'd like to give thanks to my parents for making such a delicious meal tonight," she says "and just say that I'm glad we get to all come together on nights like this, even though it's not very often that we get the chance to."

We all smile.

"And I'd also like to thank y/n and Timothée for coming out for the first time in, like, what? Four months already?" she laughs. "I've really, really missed you two being around."

I rest my head on Timothée's shoulder and she raises her glass even higher. "Cheers."

"Cheers." they all say in unison and sip.

A pit in my stomach feels present as I sniff out the strong wine from Timothée's glass. Oh what I would give to take the smallest sip.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" I look at Pauline.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asks.

I sit up. "Completely, why?"

"You never turn down a drink, like, ever." she chuckles.

I look over at Timothée and he's got an obvious face of nervousness planted.

"Why are you two look at each other like that?" Nicole asks, setting her wine down.

I raise my brows at Timothée and he nods, also setting his glass down. We stand up, facing them.

"Well-" I start to say, but cut myself off, nerves getting to me all of a sudden. Timothée grabs a hold of my hand.

I take a deep breath and look at the eyes staring right at us.

"Well," I start again "Timothée and I have something important to tell all of you."

Their faces turn to confusion and pondering.

"We're pregnant." Timothée spits. The house falls into a pin-dropping silence.

And an eruption of screams break it, all three of the by-blood-Chalamets running up to us and putting their arms around us in hugs.

"Oh my God," Pauline says "you guys." We get a look at her face and tears are streaming down it.

I can't help but cry, literally, and she hugs me once again. Marc is hugging Timothée tightly and kissing his cheek. And Nicole can't control her crying, covering her face with shaky hands.