timothée chalamet imagines

mornings

your pov

I woke up to cold fingers wrapped around my waist.

"Baby.." he whispered "wake up."

I smiled even though he couldn't see my face.

"Wake up, love."

I turned around and looked at him.

"Good morning." he said and kissed me.

"Good morning."

I ruffled my fingers through his hair.

"Sleep well?"

I nodded.

"Me too." he grinned.

Why did he look extra happy this morning?

"What?"

"Nothing." he looked away.

"Tell me." I said pushing his arm a little.

"I just love waking up next to you every morning. I love having you in my arms from the second I fall asleep until the second I wake up. You being the first person I see when I open my eyes. You make every one of my mornings better." he said.

I knew I was blushing. I didn't think he would say that to me.

My eyes filled with a small amount of tears as two ran down my right cheek.

"Don't cry." he said wiping my cheek with his thumb.

"Do you really mean all of that?"

"Of course I do." he said pulling me close to him.

We snuggled close together. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as I hugged him tightly.

Being in his arms made me feel warm and safe. Like I was meant to be in them any time of the day, for whatever reason.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too."

Being as close to each other as we were, we both fell asleep again and spent the rest of the day in bed.