MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Mother In Law (The end)

Info - mother in law who is a jerk, relying too much on a child, reconciliation, comfort. Sleep talking. Wanting another baby

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Y/n," came the voice of Timothée's mother. I hadn't heard her use my name in so long. Why did I still feel sorry for this woman? Perhaps because I knew a life without Timothée would be awful.

I listened as she spewed excuse after excuse. I got the feeling not many people spoke to her. It seemed she was desperate enough to come to me.

"I need to ask you something. Why do you hate me so much? I've never been anything but kind and I feel like I've proven to have your son's best interests at heart."

A long sigh came through the phone, then tears.

"It isn't you dear," she said, and I was surprised how much her calling me dear meant to me. "It would've been anyone he chose. I have started therapy, and though it hasn't been long it's clear I have an unhealthy attachment to my son. His father wasn't emotionally available like he was. I think I relied on him much too heavily."

"I can see how that would pose a problem," I said.

"But now I'm willing to do anything to get him back. I will accept you and the baby. He's blocked me on everything. I just want a chance to say I'm sorry, because he deserves that," she said dismally.

"Come for dinner tonight," I said without thinking.

"What?" She said in surprise.

"Come for dinner and I'll talk to him. There may be a way to start repairing this," I said thoughtfully.

"I'm glad he chose you. I don't know anyone else who would give me another chance," she said and hung up abruptly as if she couldn't stand the guilt.

She was normal when she came, which was abnormal for her. She didn't hold Sunny, but she did look at her.

"She looks a lot like you," she commented. I waited for a blow up, but none came.

Finally, I heard Timothée come through the door. I raced to meet him before he could see anything.

"Baby, you trust me right," I said before he could kiss me hello. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeees," he drew out the word in confusion.

"Well your mother-"

"If that woman is in my house, with my daughter," he began to growl.

"She seems changed! She's going to therapy, she's been civil to me, she admitted she had a problem," I reasoned.

"Y/n, this is just a trick," he said desperately. "I love you but-"

"You've been so sad these last months. It hurts a lot and I know the reason. Also, I know what you want," I said, pressing a hand to his chest.

"What do I want?" He asked.

"You talk in your sleep. You want another baby, but you're sad they won't have a grandmother around. You feel like you cheated Sunny out of something and you don't want to do it to another kid," I said. His lip trembled.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to worry you," he started

"Stop, I love you more than this world. I'd do anything for you, just watch me," I smiled and kissed him. When we turned, we were shocked to see his mother.

"Y-you do really love him," she said.

"Of course I do," I said, and kissed him again.

"Mom," Timothée said weakly.

"Don't say anything. I've been a real ass. I put myself above everyone else. I don't expect open arms, but I wanted to say I'm sorry," she said. Timothée nodded with teary eyes.

"Wait, where's Sunny?" I asked.

"I put her to sleep, she looked really tired," said his mother. I tried not to walk too fast and give away the small worry I had. I hadn't needed to worry because like she'd said, Sunny looked fast asleep, sucking her thumb.

"Maybe the next one will look a bit more like Timothée," she sighed.

"Mom," Timothée groaned.

"Sorry, I'm learning."