Peach and Green- Timothee Chalamet

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"Are you okay, are you sick?" Timothée, your husband of about a year asked as soon as you had finished vomiting. What had happened just moments ago was you two were simply talking, playing, laughing, when a sudden wave of nausea- the same nausea you had been experiencing for two weeks now on a daily basis hit hard and you rushed to the washroom to vomit.

Being the husband he was, of course he held your hair back. Through sickness and health was a statement he took all too seriously.

"I don't think I'm sick, I haven't had any other symptoms other than vomiting," you said as you rinsed your mouth in the sink. "I feel a bit better now, though. Thank you for holding my hair back."

Timothée looked lost in thought. He was silent, no response. You wondered where his mind went as he was silent for about a minute, his eyes locked on some distant location. He seemed to be frozen, glitched, statuesque.

"Timmy...?"

He seemed to snap out of it and his wide green eyes met yours. It was almost as if the words he was about to say came through his eyes before they left his lips. "This happens nearly... every morning. Do you, by any chance, think you could be..."

He trailed off but you knew what he meant. He seemed so frozen, so still. Your mind scrambled. This did happen every morning, you didn't take birth control, you thought you had been safe and yet accidents happen sometimes with faulty protection.

You bit your lip, "I suppose it's possible, but- wow... oh my god I could- we could..."

Timothée's blank expression immediately lightened, a smile creeping up his face. "So we could be having a... baby?"

"I don't want to let you down so please, don't get your hopes up, Timmy?" You said, fidgeting your hands and resting back on the wall of the bathroom. "I need to take a test, um- I think I have one in my toiletries bag just in case, could you pass it to me?"

He passed you the bag and sure enough there it was. Timothée looked at you, still smiling. "You know I'm more than happy with whatever answer that gives you. Baby or not, you and I are happy and a negative test changes nothing."

Those words were just what you needed, so Timothée left the bathroom for you to take the test privately. Your heart beat all too fast and the minutes seemed all too slow. You could hear Timothée pacing outside the bathroom door and you felt your fingers shake and tremble when your alarm went off, signifying the time for the results had come.

You slowly turned to the stick and covered your mouth, picking it up. Your heart stopped beating. You opened the door to the bathroom and Timothée stopped in his tracks, obviously just as nervous as you, except without the answer in your mind.

You were trying so hard not to cry and fought through the choking feeling in your throat. You cleared your throat, "Timmy, we're having a baby."

His face immediately lit up and his hands went to his cheeks, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious!" You laughed and he pulled you into a hug, lifting you up off of the ground and spinning you around, not caring about how you just threw up. You didn't mind, though. "A baby!"

"Our baby!" He gasped, setting you down and tangling his hands in his hair. "We're having a baby, I'm going to be a father!"

You opened your mouth to reply, but instead, he kissed you. He kissed you, his hand around your waist, the other on your jaw. You kissed him back, of course, your hands in his hair. The hair that your baby would have. You pulled away and examined his face, the long eyelashes, the perfect skin, the freckles, the wide, green eyes.

"I am so lucky to be having your baby," you giggled, pushing his hair from his face. Timothée didn't seem able to stop smiling. "Our baby is going to be the prettiest baby to exist, I swear!"

"All you," he replied, kissing you again. You didn't refuse, nor could you as his hug was so tight you were sure him letting go was a problem. "We're having a baby! A baby us, a baby you, a baby me!"

"I know!" You squealed again. "I love you!"

He seemed lost for words, but then they flowed in a jumble, "I love you and promise to love you and our baby forever, remember that, hold it against me, I vow to love you both more than anything or anyone."

And your next embrace went for hours.

Fun fact, Armie was the first person he told.