timothée chalamet imagines

insecure

timothée's pov

"Y/n?" I said while knocking on the bathroom door, "Y/n."

"Go away." I heard her sniffle.

"Please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

She didn't answer. y/b/n started to cry from down the hall. (*your/baby's/name.)

"I'll be back when you're ready to talk."

I made my way down to the nursery and picked y/b/n up, bouncing them up and down.

"Shh..it's okay..let's go talk to mommy hmm?"

I walked back over to our room and to the bathroom door again.

"Y/n..someone wants to talk to you."

She opened the door.

Her eyes and nose were red and puffy. She'd been crying so much.

"Hi my love." she tried smiling as she took y/b/n and sat down on the bed.

Y/b/n was already falling back asleep as y/n rocked them back and forth. Just a normal fuss.

"Is everything okay?" I asked sitting next to her.

"Yes, of course." she cleared her throat while looking down at y/b/n.

"Look at me." I said tilting her by the chin to me.

Her eyes filled with tears again.

"Don't cry."

If anything in the world made me the most upset, it was seeing her cry.

"You don't get it."

"If you'd talk to me, I'd try to get it."

"I'm fat. I'm ugly, disgusting. My body doesn't look the same as it did before we had y/b/n. I'm afraid you won't want me anymore beca-"

I cut her off his a kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"You're not ugly, or fat, or disgusting. You're as gorgeous as the first day I laid eyes on you, and you'll be just as gorgeous until the last time I get to lay my eyes on you. All this change in your body won't make me want you any less than I do or ever will. Your body made y/b/n, and it's a beautiful reminder. I love you the way you are, no matter what changes or stays the same."

"I love you." she sniffled.

"I love you more."