Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

21.Bittersweet

(Warning:Smut, Explicit content)

The tears start to stream from my eyes unwillingly and before I know it, Timothée has me wrapped in his arms.

I am a little shocked by my own emotional state.

I don't know if it's because Aunt Margaret was so accepting and made me feel so seen and validated..or if it's because this is the first time I am coming to processing what took place that night at the undergrounds.

"You can cry Mia. You don't have to keep it all in all of the time." Timothée brushes a stray lock from my face, his touch lingering. I melt into his chest, finding solace in his embrace.

Timothée has always been better at showing and feeling his emotions. I bottle mine in until it overflows and quite literally spills out.

Aunt Margaret watches him console me admiringly. It looks like she is studying our interaction.

This is the first time she's seeing how him and interact without all the secrecy.

"Timothée..you remind me so much of your mother." Aunt Margaret says with praise.

Timothée winces at the word mother, pulling away from me as he turns his attention to his aunt.

"My mother..?" Both of his eyebrows raise slightly, awaiting clarification.

Timothée's mother passed away when he was born. He rarely ever talks about her.
Tom never would speak to Timothée about his mom and anytime she was brought up..it was to provoke some type of guilt for her passing away.

"Yes. You're mother was such a loving woman. She was extremely sensitive and always wore her emotions on her sleeve. She was the one that kept your father somewhat sane." I watch Timothée pondering her words, blinking slowly,and taking it all in.

"Tom and I's parents were not the best of people as you can guess. Especially your grandfather..he really took a lot of it out on your father. I think that's why he is so sadistic now." Aunt Margaret says with a frown."Timothée..He was pushed into taking over the cult and was on the brink of insanity before he met your mom. She was a breath of fresh for him. She even begged him to cut ties with our family and rid himself of the cult but he didn't.. and over time everything she witnessed broke her. That's why she turned to taking drugs before she conceived you. Your mother couldn't live with the horrifying truth of the undergrounds and felt too much for other people so eventually she decided... she didn't want to feel at all." Aunt Margaret confesses.

My eyes don't leave Timothée's. I can see how badly he is struggling to accept all of this without falling apart.

His eyes fill with a sadness I haven't seen before.

"Once she realized she was pregnant with you she stopped it all. She was so excited to have you Timmy..but her body was so weak from all the pills she would take in the past. Her heart weakened and she couldn't make it through the labor." She says regretfully.

"I can't listen to this anymore!" Timothée grinds out the words through clenched teeth before abruptly standing up and walking out of the living room.

Aunt Margaret looks at me as he walks away, her expression tinged with guilt.

"I'll go talk to him." I assure her before I rush to him.

"Timothée?" I open his door.

He is laying in his bed and his long body is stretched out on the king side bed. His hand is stroking his forehead in frustration.