The sound of raindrops hitting the floor fill my bedroom, soft and relentless. It's soothing, almost putting me to sleep, but I can't seem to drift off completely. I feel warm beneath the blankets that I have tightly wrapped around me, and tears stream down my face. I comfort my baby gently, rubbing my stomach in delicate circles.
After I fled the hospital, I made a vow to myself to do whatever it takes to protect my baby. I refuse to let my child grow up in the same chaotic environment as me, but I have so many mixed emotions.
Timothée's image haunts my thoughts, the way his face looked when he saw that I was pregnant..the way he reacted in general to all of it. The realization makes it hard to sleep.
He never gave up on us, he did come back for me, but was kept away from me by our families lies.
A part of me hopes for a magical solution to mend our broken relationship, but the reality of of what HE did with Elle stands in the way and stops me dead in my tracks.A small voice inside me says I should have given them a chance to explain themselves. After all, Timothée always said he say Elle as his little sister, I need to know what happened to change that?
I'm suddenly startled by a loud, hasty knock on the door, causing me to jolt in bed. I sit up quickly, flicking on the light on my bedside, and the relentless knocking continues. It's frantic and obnoxious.
My heart races as I wonder who it could be. I grab my robe, and start walking towards the door.
Rubbing my eyes, I open the door to find Timothée standing there, completely drenched from the rain. His wet brown hair clings to his face, a few strands in front of his eyes, and his clothes stick to his skin. Immediately, our eyes meet, and without a word, I see all the emotions he's carrying.
Desperation, his need to fix things..and his need for me.
"What are you doing here? It's 4 am, and you're drenched." I say softly, peeking my head out of the door.
"I couldn't sleep." Timothée's words tumble out of his mouth rapidly. "Not after everything that happened to today, Mia. After seeing you....pregnant...and learning the truth about the letters." He gazes at me with both confusion and certainty, his foot keeping the door between us open.
"How did you even find my new address?" I sigh, knowing how hard I worked to cover my tracks for months.
Timothée moves closer, close enough for me to catch a whiff of his familiar scent. A combination of cologne and the faintness sweetness of his skin that is unique to him, like fresh baked cookies.
The smell draws me in even more now that I'm pregnant..and my hormones are going crazy, but I try to fake being distant and stern.
"I had someone follow Jacob home when he left after you." Timothée admits, taking another step forward. "You can't keep hiding from me, Amelia. That's now how this works!" Timothée says, his voice filled with frustration and a touch of pleading.
"How what works?" I scoff, trying to keep my composure, despite all the emotions wrecking havoc inside of me.
"THIS!" Timothée says louder, pointing back and forth between us. "I need you. I love you." He says with heavy emotion. "How could you ever possibly think that I gave up on us?" His voice trembles slightly as he speaks, as if he's deeply pained by the very thought that I ever doubted his love.
I stay silent, looking away from him before opening the door wider so he can enter.
"Come in." I say, shaking my head in aggravation. "Before you freeze to death."
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Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)
FanfictionTimothee and Amelia are step siblings in this twisted tale of forbidden love. Their family may look perfect on the surface but looks can be deceiving as the two fight to navigate their confusing relationship in this angsty dark story. WARNING:this s...