66.All for you

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(Warning: suicide)

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As I hear the truth, another emotion washes over me..

Guilt.

I can't escape the nagging voice in my head tells me that this all happened because of me.

Years of neglecting Elle as a sibling must have left her feeling excluded which led her to to doing all of this and deep down, I know it's the harsh truth.

"You felt nothing, right?" I break the silence

Timothée looks at me and understands exactly what I'm referring to. "God no." He replies, averting his gaze. "I couldn't...uh.." I realize what he's trying to say.

He couldn't finish.

I know Timothée like the back of my hand and for as long as I've known him, he's never had that problem. Not once. Sex has always been one of his strong suits.

I can see that he's trying to clarify that their experience wasn't this mutual, lustful fantasy.

"I never liked sharing you. I hated it when we were kids in high school, and I hate it now. I just always wanted you to myself." I confess.

"You have me, baby." Timothée reassures me and his hand tenderly rests on my thigh. I realize how much I craved his touch. "I'm going to be the father of your child. We're finally going to have what we always wanted...together. I love you, Amelia. Only you. There's not a single circumstance in this world that will change how I feel about you." His words leaving me weak in the best way possible.

"You're not just the father of my child, Timothée. There's Natalie too." I murmur. The reality that I can't have the family I had always envisioned hits me.

This all so fucked up.

"I know it's unconventional." Timothée responds gently. "But you know the connection with our baby will be different." His words are hang heavy as I sigh.

"Timothée, please don't say that. Natalie's baby is your baby too. You have to treat them equally."

"I can't help it, Amelia. This baby is growing inside you. The only woman I love. Baby..I'm in love with you, I can't help but be biased." I'm overwhelmed and strangely touched by the favoritism but we can't have that. It's not fair to our kids.

I look him in the eyes. "You have to promise me you won't make it obvious with our children. You can't favor our child openly. You can't do what your father did with you and Ansel." I say firmly.

Timothee hesitates, clicking his tongue. "I'll try my best." He says through a deep breath.

I hear a knock at my door quickly get up to open it.

My face falls when I see my mother and Elle standing at the doorway. I have so many emotions. The the anger I once felt towards Elle has been replaced with sympathy.

I feel sorry for her.

"Hi." I greet her as my voice trembles. I realize how hard this distance between us has been for me. I was too angry to see it before but I can feel it now.

"Hi." Elle replies nervously. "Timothée told us he was coming. I had to come see you. I need to talk to you, Mia. I'm your sister. And mom got released and wanted to see you." Elle rambles and my heart softens

"Come in." I step aside, gesturing them into the apartment as my heart pounds. "Timothée's inside."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that." My mother smiles as Timothée stands up from the couch and approaches. Our eyes meet across the room.

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