timothée chalamet imagines

mother's day

timothée's pov

I wrapped my arms around y/n and kissed the top of her head.

A smile formed on her face.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Happy Mother's Day." I said and kissed her.

"Thank you." she said.

"Y/d/n and y/s/n!" I yelled.

They ran into our room with flowers, chocolate, and bags, immediately jumping onto the bed and attacking y/n with hugs and kisses.

"Happy Mother's day!" they both yelled.

"Aww. Thank you my loves." y/n smiled and kissed them both on the cheeks after pulling them into a tight hug.

"Here mommy" our daughter said handing her a bag.

I took out my phone and started recording.

Y/n opened it up and gasped. We gifted her a diamond necklace, the one she'd been eyeing at the store for a few weeks now.

"Thank you." she said pulling in our daughter for another hug.

"I have one for you too mommy." our son said handing her his own bag.

"Let's see what it is.." y/n said pulling out tissue paper.

Another gasp.

It was a custom made collage with pictures of all of us together.

"You guys," she said getting choked up "I love it."

She kissed our son on the cheek again and hugged him.

"Let's get downstairs for breakfast." I said.

Immediately the kids ran downstairs, leaving us alone.

I looked at y/n with a goofy smile.

"What?" she asked smiling.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." she said kissing me.

"We should get downstairs before the kids make a mess." she said getting out of bed.

I pulled her back onto the bed by the arm and she laughed as I climbed on top of her.

"We have a few minutes to spare before they tear the house apart." I said.

"And what do suggest we do in the next few minutes?" she blushed.

"You know." I winked.

If anything, that made her blush harder.

"Happy Mother'a day mon amour." I said.

"Thank you." she said for the millionth time.

I slowly kissed down her neck as she pulled at my curls.

"Mmm baby.." she whispered in my ear.

I started lifting up her shirt when there was a loud shatter from the kitchen.

"Mommy! Y/S/N broke the vase!" our daughter yelled.

I dropped myself onto y/n and we both laughed.

"We can finish this tonight." she said.

"Agreed." I pecked her lips and we both went downstairs to meet the mess our kids created.