Timothée Chalamet Imagines

-Cradling His New Born-

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''Hello little one. Yes, you- awh look at your little yawn.'' From the other room, I heard my husband Timothée talk to our little girl. She was just a few weeks old, but I could already tell she was a daddy's girl. I stood up, stretching my body out until I didn't feel like a stiff rake, and made my way to Jamie's room.

I peeked my head around the corner to see the lovely image of Timothée walking around the room with the little baby in his arms. He was softly swaying her back and forth, whispering inaudible, but sweet things to her.

Maybe it was because of the hormones, but the sight of the two people I loved most in this world made me tear up. A drop of salt water rolled down my cheek, but I refused to wipe it away because the slightest movement would make Timmy notice me.

''You know, you probably don't understand shit of what I'm saying, but your mommy and I think you're the most beautiful girl on earth. God, you're our little miracle.'' He kissed the top of her small and fragile head, and in response the kicked her tiny little legs back and forth.

''We love you so much, little Jamie Catherine Chalamet.'' He kissed her once more, before he turned around to see me standing in the doorway with a huge smile on my face.

''Remind me later to punish you for swearing around her.'' I said, trying to sound angry but the smile never leaving my face. It only grew wider as they approached me and he handed her over to me. I studied her features, recognizing both Timothée and me in her.

Though she was still tiny as hell, I could see she had the small nose and multicolored eyes of Timothée, while her thick lips and her Y/H/C hair color, were all mine.

''She's beautiful. Just like her mother.'' Timothée whispered. I looked up at him, seeing a new kind of spark in his eyes. I bit my lip and looked back down at our girl, swaying her softly like Timmy did before.

''In moments like this I wish I could stop time.'' I said, quietly so I wouldn't startle Jamie. She yawned again, before she closed her eyes to doze off into a peaceful sleep.

''If she could just stay like this a little longer. So  fragile, so tiny, so careless.'' Timmy nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving his girl. He took her again from me after a while and laid her in her crib, softly brushing his thumb over her bald head before leaving the room and dragging me with him.

He sat down on the couch and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me protectively. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder while I closed my eyes for a brief second.

''How about that punishment?'' He asked. A cheeky smile was spread across his face and lust was evident in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow, stood up and grabbed his collar to pull him with me.

''I'll show you exactly what you deserve.''

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Why do I always have to end stuff like this dirty?

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