A/N: @alwayslovingtom gave me two really good ideas, which I kind of combined. Please, enjoy,(lol like that'll happen). Also, any Hunger Games fans can go check out my new Gale x reader! I'm really glad I don't have to end this book, and remember, requests are ALWAYS open! Also (y/h/a) is your home address.
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Timothee's POV
Today is the day I am finally going home. I haven't spoken to either my wife or my twins since I left for this job, six months ago. I almost regret taking this role, we've been growing distant, literally, for quite some time. I also feel extremely bad, as all because of me, (Y/n) had to give up on her own music career.
It started when we found out she was pregnant with Viola and Andrew. I wanted to take a break for a while, so that we could raise the twins for awhile. But (Y/n) didn't want me to quite on my dream, so she went back on her contract with her music labeling company, and became a stay home mom.
Also, no one knows that I'm coming back. We finished up filming a week early, and so this is supposed to be a suprise. Unless of course Armie decided he hates me, and ruins it. I glance around the airport, pulling my hood over my head, and hanging my head down. Paparazzi could ruin this, 5 minutes tops.
I hail a taxi, the driver of which fortunately doesn't acknowledge me.
"Where to?" He asks me, glancing in the rear view mirror.
"(Y/h/a)" I say pulling out my phone. (Y/n) had sent me a video of the twins playing fetch with our dog, King, in the back yard. Well, let's just say, it wasn't your traditional game of get the stick. King would carry the stick to a spot in the yard, and Viola and Andrew would run to grab it. You can hear (Y/n) giggling until...
"VIOLA AMARIS CHALAMET GET THAT STICK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!" I hear from the back yard as we pull into our drive way. Luckily, you can't see the drive from the yard so I'm pretty hidden. I pay my fair, and sneak into the yard through the gate.
Vi drops the stick, and King runs to pick it up and hide it. Andrew chases him round to get it, before Viola joins in. (Y/n) pulls on one of the electric blue streaks in her (y/h/c) hair. (If it's blue, just go with it)
"You know, blue ain't your color," I say, stepping up beside her. (It's a song refrence, please don't take offence!!!!!!!!!!!)
"So you've said... WAIT, TIM!" (Y/n) turns and jumps on top of me in a hug.
"DADDY!" Come the voices of my two five year old children, as four arms attack my legs.
"Hey, let me breathe, guys," I say, letting go of (Y/n) to pick Viola up.
"What are you doing here?" (Y/n) asks, smiling like an idiot.
"I'm home for good, until my next role. Your hair..." I use my free hand to tug a strand of blue hair from behind (Y/n)'s ear.
"Uh, ha ha, funny story, well... Okay I have no excuse, I just saw blue hair dye in a store," (Y/n) shrugs, lifting Andy up. "Emma and Saoirse did it for me."
"Well, I'm home, so who wants pizza?" I ask and the kids jump down running over to the gate. I laugh as (Y/n) goes to open it. I scoop up the dog who barks at me, and the children's
