MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Rooftop (P2)

Info - forbidden relationship, cock warming, teen pregnancy, abusive parents, forcing someone to have an abortion, running away together, divorced parents

He was inside me, and I was kissing him. He loved when I warmed his cock with my pussy. He said it made him feel whole and intimate.

"You astound me with your beauty," he sighed.

"Timothée," I said slowly. "We do this too much."

"Why do you say that?" He asked worriedly. A lovesick expression had been there before, but now he looked panicked. I knew he would be but I didn't know what else to do or say. There was no way I could go to my dad, or that he could go to his mom.

"I'm pregnant," I said with tears in my eyes.

"Pregnant, by me?"

"Timothée, you're my world, of course,' pregnant by you, who else could it be?" I asked him desperately.

"This is bad, this is really, really bad," he said worriedly.

"I know," I sobbed.

"Hey, hey, we'll make it, I promise," he said. "But we will have to tell my mom."

"Tell your mom!" I asked in horror.

"Yeah, she's our best option. Your dad would probably kill you, and I mean literally, I don't even know how you're carrying a baby with how he beats you."

"I missed three periods and took five tests, I had to bundle them in a secret bag and toss them out across town I was so scared," I admitted.

"Come on, we should get this over with," he said and pulled out. I held his hand as we walked the cool halls of the apartment complex.

"Hold my hand and don't let go," he begged with a frightened face, I nodded. He knocked on his mother's bedroom door tentatively. He was shaking.

"What is happening it's past ten- what is she doing with you?" His mother was hard and sharp even when sleeping I supposed because she looked just as harsh now as she always did. Her son was different, he woke up scruffy and adorable.

"Mom, I know you said not to go around y/n, but we fell in love, and well, she's pregnant," he said. She stood still for a long time, staring at me, at the small bump my bikini showed off.

"What have you done?" She asked Timothée darkly. "You've spoiled everything I've helped you achieve."

"Mom I love her, we can't go to her dad he abuses her physically, show her baby," he urged me. I showed her the cigarette burns on my arms and turned so she could see the large nasty bruise on my back. I turned my head so she could see the green and yellow of the healing bruise on my jaw.

"Love her? love doesn't last, success does, you were going to get an Ivy League school scholarship I just know you were. I wanted so much more than this for you," she was whispering, but Timothée winced at every word.

"I'm very sorry, I am on birth control, but I guess it didn't work," I said dismally.

"Please mom, help us," he pleaded.

"I'll help you all right, you will go to school tomorrow to keep up your perfect attendance and she and I will go to the nearest abortion clinic in the area and fix the mistake you made," she snapped.

"What?" Timothée looked like he'd witnessed a death. "No, no, not our baby. I want to keep them. I want the baby, I want the baby more than I want anything else."

I let out a sigh of happiness. Until now we'd been focused on the practical, what we would need to do, but I didn't know how he actually felt about me being pregnant. I was relieved he wanted the baby because I did too. I was excited to have a little baby in my stomach and I was overjoyed about who their father was.

"You aren't keeping the baby under any circumstances," his mother snapped.

"But-"

"No exceptions, she can stay here tonight if she wants to avoid her dad, but first thing tomorrow we get Timothée's life back on track," she said this as if it was all there was to say and went back into her room.

"She underestimates me," he said in a dark voice and pulled me to his room. I'd never seen his room. It was messy and artistic.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She thinks I'll listen because I always do, but there's no way I'm letting you get an abortion," he said.

"Thank you Timmy, I want our baby too," I said. He stopped his scrambling to kiss me deeply. Then he got on his knees and kissed my stomach. He sighed into my skin.

"You're gonna look so hot when you get bigger," he said. He was standing again and tossed me some of his clothes.

"Put these on," he said as he got out a huge suitcase.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Running away," he said simply.

"Where will we go?" I asked, and began to help him pack.

"My dad's. He hates my mom and feels guilty for abandoning me. I bet you he'll take us in for some time," he said. "If not I have some money saved from work. I could get a job, and pay for a month in an apartment."

"Won't they be able to track your car?" I asked.

"I'm eighteen, and so are you. We're legal now, any judge will say so," he shrugged.

"So we're going to start our own life together?" I asked.

"Yes indeed, I'm going to put a ring on it and we can go to a courthouse. We'll have our little bundle and times and money will be tight, but I want this so badly. What do you say?" He asked.

"Bring it on," I smiled. "We'll find a new rooftop to hang out on, and we won't be scared."