t. chalamet imagines

twenty nine: pregnant

coming by the set of little women always made you remember the good days when you used to do movies like these. they were your favorite ones to do.

now you were more into action and romance films that were offered to you and timothée always supported every role of yours and you always supported his.

"good morning," you told him as you walked into set, pressing a kiss to his lips. when you let go, you could see his eyes sparkling. "can we-"

"oh, hey," saoirse said as she walked over to see you. "how are you, stranger?"

you chuckled, intertwining your hands with timothée's as you gave her a gentle smile. "can we have a moment to talk, saoirse?"

she nodded. "yeah, of course. go for it."

you nodded in a thank you approval before turning back to face him. "as i was saying, can we have a moment to talk? it's really important."

"i have to go back out on set in about thirty seconds, can it wait?" he asked you. you shook your head, signaling a strong no.

"timothée, i'm pregnant," you said.

he paused, holding his breath it seemed like. you could see the fear and panic in his eyes as you took a step back slightly.

timothée took his hands out of yours as he awkwardly pointed to the set that was behind him and made a soft noise outside of his throat.

you felt your heart breaking.

maybe he didn't want this. you couldn't do anything about it now- it was far too late.

"call me later," you told him as you began to leave the studio and walk back outside to your car.

timothée got back onto set in shock as saoirse looked at him in confusion. "what's up?" she asked.

"____ is pregnant."

"oh my gosh! that's great news!" she exclaimed, smiling at him as she saw his fear in his eyes. he was scared of it all. "what's wrong?"

"i-" he began. "i made my girlfriend pregnant. we're not even married," he muttered. "we've only been dating for four years."

saoirse smiled.

"it came at the right time. it's been four years, timmy. maybe you should propose to her and take care of her and the child," she told him.

he nodded, excusing himself from the set and opening his phone to call you.

you picked up after two rings.

"hello?"

"_____, marry me."

"what?"

he let out a sigh. "i was scared, _____. i literally impregnated you as my girlfriend and not my wife. that's a mistake on my part for not asking you sooner."

"timothée, where did this sudden urge come from?" you asked him sweetly.

"____, i love you. and saoirse told me that i should ask you and i didn't even have to think about it- i love you and i want you to marry me."

"timothée," you began. "i want to marry you. but i need you to do this in person, i can't say that i got married over the phone."

he chuckled. "come back to me, please."

you nodded to yourself, opening the door to the studio as you walked in to see him.

"marry me," he called out to where everyone could hear. "marry me, _____."

you nodded, still rushing into his arms as you pressed your lips to his. you didn't want to let go of him.

"i love you," you muttered. "you aren't afraid of raising this baby?"

he shook his head, pressing his lips back to yours before letting go again. "i can do anything with you by my side."

you smiled once again, pressing your lips back onto his. he didn't hesitate to accept it. when you let go of his lips, you wrapped your arms tighter around him.

"we're going to have a baby," you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder. "you're going to be a dad, timothée chalamet."