timothée chalamet imagines

bump talk

timothée's pov

I turned to my side and saw y/n was still asleep.

This was the perfect time to do what I've been meaning to do for a while now.

I moved down on the bed so my face would meet her bump. I lifted up her shirt slowly and put my hand on the side of her bare bump.

"Even though I haven't seen you yet, I know you're gorgeous just like your mom. Everything about her is perfect, and everything about you is too. I hope I'll be able to take care of you as well as she has these past nine months. I want you to know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. My sweet girl, I love you so much and I can't wait to meet you." I whispered.

I rubbed y/n's bump and felt soft kicks.

It warms my heart knowing that the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, my best friend, and soulmate is carrying the life we created together inside of her.

All I did was lay there, feeling the kicks, and enjoying the time I was having with my daughter.

I felt y/n run her fingers through my hair.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I'm more than okay." I grinned.

"What are you doing?" she asked half asleep.

"Just talking with my little girl." I said and pressed kisses all over her bump.

Y/n let out a little soft giggle.

"That's sweet."

"Did you hear what I said?" I asked pulling her shirt back down and moving back up to meet her face.

"I heard it all."