timothée chalamet imagines

never gets easier

"Come on let's go!" I said grabbing my 4 year old daughter's hand.

We walked down the hall and to the living room where Timothée was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

"Daddy!" our daughter yelled running to him.

He scooped her up and sat her in his lap.

"There's my sweet girl." he smiled.

I sat next to them, "almost time?" I asked.

He nodded. "Car should be here any minute."

Timothée was going to Italy to film the sequel of Call Me By Your Name. He'll be gone for three months.

"Where are you going daddy?" our daughter asked pointing at the tons of suitcases next to door.

"I have to go film my movie, remember? I'm going to be gone for a while."

Tears instantly filled her eyes.

"No, no, no. Don't cry, baby." he said hugging her tightly as she pressed her face into his chest and wrapped her little arms as far as they could go around him.

I was crying too.

Interrupting our moment of tears, a beep came from outside.

Timothée looked at me and I nodded.

He stood up from the couch and put our daughter down onto the floor, then squatted down to meet her at eye level.

"It's time for me to go, darling. Promise you'll call me every day?" he asked.

"I promise."

He gave her one last hug "be good for mommy while I'm away. Okay?"

She nodded.

"I love you." he said kissing her cheek.

He got up and looked at me.

"You." he smiled.

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me in close, pecking a kiss on my lips.

"You're already late for your flight." I said.

"I don't care, I have to say bye to you."

He placed another kiss on my lips, longer this time. We wrapped our arms around each other and hugged tightly.

"Call me when you land." I said.

"I will." he nodded "I love you."

"I love you too."

He grabbed his suitcases, then opened the door.

I stood against the door frame with our daughter on my hip as he walked to the car.

The chauffeur put all of his suitcases in and opened the door for him.

He turned to us with a smile before waving and getting in.

We stood there as the car backed out of our driveway and down the road until it disappeared around the corner.

I closed the door.

"It's just you and me kiddo." I said.

"I don't want daddy to leave." she said.

"I know, love. Neither do I. How about we cheer up a bit? Have some Oreo shakes?"

Her face lit up instantly.

Oreo shakes were our 'pick me ups' when Timothée had to leave for work.

Even though he's left for long periods of times before we had our daughter, and even when she was younger; it never gets easier.