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❣︎ timothée chalamet | late night feeding

age : 7 months
prompt —> late night feeding !!!
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<3rd person pov>

"wake up, y/n/n." timothée cooed to gently wake her. y/n's head began moving from from side to side as she began to wake up. when her eyelids fluttered open, her mouth opened as well; releasing a mighty cry. doing so made her pacifier fall out of her mouth, adding to her dissatisfaction. it was very prominent to timothée that she was not happy to be awake.

<timothée's pov>

the sound of my alarm rung from beside me. i groaned into my pillow, not wanting to get up.

to be fair, it was 2:45 am.

i'd rather her wake me up than an alarm that quite scares me if i'm being honest. when she wakes me up her cries progressively get louder unlike the alarm. but, y/n being quite the sleeper she is, left me to wake her up just to eat.

my eyes were squinted, my head barely lifting off the pillow to turn the lamp beside me on. i groaned once more when the light shined, making my eyes ache. my fingertips rubbed at my eyes, hoping to wake up a bit more and prepare myself for the tantrum that was pretty much guaranteed to come.

i extended my hand out and slapped the screen of my phone a few times until the noise stopped. my body feasibly relaxed when it relinquished, but it came back when my legs moved from underneath the warmth and comfort of my bed.

i came to my feet, hearing my ankles pop. i gently chuckled, soon stretching my muscles and limbs out. although i was still quite tired, stretching woke me up a bit more.

my legs groggily carried me into the kitchen, where my hands absentmindedly began preparing a bottle for y/n. it was a quick process, but once it was ready the feeling of guilt kinda rushed in as i approached her door.

i quietly opened the door, the dim night light in the corner of the room being the only light source. i walked into the room and over to my station. i sat the bottle down on the small table, and hyped myself up to wake the beast.

looking down at her, i smiled. she was an adorable sleeper, much calmer and seemingly at peace. both things would be short lived though.

i set my forearm on the railing of her crib, my free hand descending down into it. i lifted her blanket off her, resting my hand on her stomach.

"wake up, y/n/n."

it didn't take long for her to let out a tremendous cry, making her pacifier fall out from her mouth.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

i lifted her up, bringing her close to me. as i walked to my station i could feel her tiny legs gently kick my abdomen. i chuckled, kissing her head.

"i know, i'd hate me for doing this too."

i sat, placing her into a more comfortable position. before she could release another wail, i placed the tip of the bottle into her mouth, that being the ticket to stopping her cries.

her eyes fluttered shut, her lips sucking on the bottle. i yawned, rocking in my seat, watching her drink and get into a form of what i liked to called milk drunk.

the opaque liquid vanished pretty quickly, it now being inside y/n's stomach. i took the bottle out of her mouth and set it back down on that table.

i carefully moved her to my chest, her head meaning on my shoulder as i patted her back. it took a few minutes before she quietly burped. that never failed to make me giggle.

i stood, slowly walking back to her crib.

i laid her down, moving her blanket and many stuffed animals away so she had enough room.
she moved her head, situating herself before finally relaxing. i smiled down at her, draping her blanket back over her torso.

i kissed her forehead, whispering gently.

"goodnight, my love."

i went back to the corner of her room and grabbed the empty bottle, walking out of her room afterwards. my eyes steadied on her tiny figure as the opening to her room, lessened.

"i love you, y/n/n."

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[ published/edited : 5/10/2021 ]