Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Nanny (Bonus)

Info - worried about cheating, Needy, touch starved, adopting baby, crying, wondering why you haven't had sex, sensitive, comfort, unprotected sex not on BC, cock warming, employee to lover, mentions of toxic ex

He wasn't cheating, he wasn't cheating. I knew he wasn't. How many times had be called me the love of his life? He was marrying me, I'd had his child. However, we had moved fast. Maybe the excitement had worn off. Maybe I was another Olivia. Losing him and Klaus would drive me into a life of pain. For once I empathized with Olivia, but then I remembered her abuse.

I just wanted sex. I really did. I hated how people acted like I was desperate or horny. No, I wanted to make love with my potential husband. It felt so lonely. I'd been given the pass for sex, and he STILL hadn't fucked me. I missed him dreadfully.

I didn't usually let the tabloids annoy me, but he had been pictured VERY close with his costar. She was gorgeous. She had dark skin, but also red hair somehow. She was slim and delicate, not dealing with extra baby weight I couldn't work off. She was a rare beauty, unique, not plain and boring like me.

"Mon amour," Timothée sang as he came in. Klaus ran to him. He hugged him but made his way to me. He kissed me intensely.

"Your lips feel better everyday," he said, and my heart sparked with excitement. He went over to cooing River, and kissed her.

"You're amazing, thank you for dinner," he blessed me as he sat down to eat. I put Klaus in his high chair.

"Daddy, River said allballoo today. Is that a word?" Klaus asked.

"No buddy, River is a new baby, she won't talk for a while. Did you help mommy today?" Timothée asked.

I was mommy now, both in Klaus's brain and legally. I had adopted him. It had been an emotional and wonderful moment.

"Yes, I sang to River for her nap, and then went for mine right away," he said.

"Good boy," he smiled. "You know what tonight is right?"

"Family movie night!" Klaus cheered.

Soon we were snuggled on the couch together. We'd decided to show Klaus ice age. Timothée had put River down.

I loved this silly movie, but of course I couldn't pay attention. I kept looking over at Timothée. Sometimes he'd meet my gaze and kiss my cheek. His hands started playing with my hair.

Finally it was time to put Klaus down. We sung him his song and read him his book and we left. I giddily raced to the room. Timothée discarded his shirt and I did so with my pants. We were in bed staring at one another.

"I love you so much," he smiled and he began to kiss me. I deepened the kiss. I rolled on top of him. I moved my mouth languidly on his. After a much too short moment, he rolled me over and stopped the kiss.

"Good night angel," he sighed. He turned off our light, pulled me close, and promptly fell asleep. I was shocked. I couldn't believe how that had just happened.

I felt like I could cry. He was breathing heavily, surely asleep. I wanted to scream. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I missed him. I felt like I was back to being a nanny.

Finally, after hours of attempting sleep, I let loose. I let myself cry. It was quiet at first, but as the feelings piled up I couldn't help the loud sniffs and tiny whimpers.

"Y/n!" The light was immediately on. My baby's father looked at me with so much concern.

"What is it my love, are you hurt?"