Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

67. New beggingings

(Warning:smut, sexual content, grief)

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Timothée being excited to be a father is putting it mildly.

He's all in.

He's at every single doctor's appointment..every ultrasound. He wants to be there for everything. Every kick, every sleepless night..and every morning where I'm hugging the toilet, he's right there beside me, holding my hair back.

It's crazy how things have changed.

The last time I felt this rough was when Timothée and I were just a couple of crazy kids in love and detoxing from all our dumb decisions.

And now look at us. We're grown up and responsible..and I'm having his baby.

"Hey." Timothée whispers and his voice is soft as he wakes me up. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear but his fingers linger on my cheek. I've been sleeping a lot lately..the baby zaps all my energy but I wouldn't trade this exhaustion for anything.

I'm already head over heels in love with her. Knowing that I'm growing a combination of me and Timothée inside of me makes everything worth it.

Timothée has all my stuff in storage and he hasn't moved everything back to our place in the city yet. I'm okay with that. I'm here with him and we're together again..that's all that matters.

"Hi," I kiss his knuckles as they brush against my face.

He's been incredible since we've moved back in together, catering to every request and late night craving I have. I thought Timothée was obsessive before but pregnancy has taken it to a whole new level. He even hired a doula.. who's basically a qualified pregnancy nurse and companion to check on me almost every day.

When he's off doing his cult duties..she's by my side because he makes sure I'm never alone. And when he's not working..Timothée is always by my side.

He doesn't attend the meetings as often anymore because he has Jacob covering for him now. Jacob's back at the undergrounds full time and reunited with Elle. It seems like things in our family are looking up. I finally feel like things can go back to normal now which is a huge relief because the beginning of this pregnancy was tough and lonely.

"Can I help you get dressed? I want to take you to see something." Timothée eyes search mine for a response.

"I can dress myself, Timothée." I roll my eyes playfully. "My hands still work..I'm just pregnant." I say sarcastically and he smiles and helps me out of bed. The way he's so dramatic with his concern for me during this pregnancy never fails to amuse me. I find it endearing.

I don't even bother asking where we're going..I've learned by now that with Timothée, everything's a surprise.

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My stomach does a nasty flip as we drive but I keep quiet. Timothée worries enough as it is..I don't need to give him more reason to overthink.

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh, holding my hand tightly.

He glances back at me and his eyes are filled with concern. "You feeling sick?" He asks me softly.

It's amazing how he always knows..Even when I don't say a word or show any signs, he just gets it. Maybe it's because he's known me my whole life. He can tell when something is wrong.

"Just stupid nausea." I shake my head and respond with a weak smile

"Open the glove compartment." Timothée nods towards it.