MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

One Night Stand (the end)

Info - having baby from a one night stand, degraded and humiliated by parents, old fashioned parents, not able to take care of the house, new born baby, Timothée away on vacation, calling reader whore and slut, suggesting a baby should have been aborted

"It's only two days," he said and kissed me. I kept pulling him back for more.

"Yeah but we've been basically inseparable since that night when I told you how I felt," I said, and kissed his nose.

"I know baby, but it's a work thing. I can't really have a sexy girlfriend and a little baby distracting me," he chuckled.

"You'll face time me every night?" I asked with pouty lips.

"Of course Mon amour," he smiled and kissed my cheek one last time.

I decided I'd invite my parents to meet Ginny. I'd been living in a love bubble with Timothée and hardly saw anyone. My parents knew I had been pregnant, but I'd been cagey with the details. I cleaned the house excitedly, while Ginny was on my hip.

Finally, the doorbell rang and I ran to get it. My parents shuffled in, looking at the huge house in awe.

"This is Ginny, Ginny Chalamet," I smiled.

"Chalamet? Is that the father?" My mom asked. I flinched a bit. She wasn't even looking at Ginny.

"Yeah-"

"Can we meet him, I didn't even know you were dating," grumbled my father. "It would've been nice to be introduced before knowing we had a granddaughter."

"Well, originally, he was a one night stand, but now -"

"Excuse me! A one night stand!"

"Isn't a bastard baby enough? A one night stand? He'll dump you and the baby by the side of the road. You can't trust a man like that," my father was ranging.

"He loves me," I tried.

"Oh he says that now," my mother rolled her eyes. "Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free right? What a slutty thing to do. You're going to live with this looming over your head."

"I love Ginny, I'm perfectly happy," I said shakily.

"I don't see how, everyone will think of you as a whore now. I don't know why you didn't get rid of it or use adoption-"

"She isn't an it! She's my baby, get out, just get out," I snarled. They didn't need to be told twice. I cradled Ginny as I cried.

The two days Timmy was gone felt like two years. I managed to take care of Ginny, but the rest of the house steadily got worse and worse.

When Timmy came in whistling, I was relieved. I rushed to him and hugged him hard.

"Baby what's the matter?" He asked.

"I missed you," I said, but I couldn't stop the tears. He looked worried.

"It's more than that, and sweetie, you don't look well," he said as he caressed my face. I broke and told him what happened. He look angrier and angrier as I spoke.

"I'm so sorry Mon amour, that was awful of them to do. You are a wonderful beautiful woman and no one will be any different towards you," he said, and kissed me. "And if they do, I'll punch them."

"I'm still very glad you weren't just a one night stand," I sighed.

"Me too, me too," he smiled.