Timothée Chalamet imagines 💗
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* = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content.
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I finished wiping down the table and threw everything away, then made my way upstairs to our bedroom.
Y/n's sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and a brown box between them.
I sit next to her and kissed her cheek.
"Who's this for?"
"You."
"For me?" I ask taking it "it's not our anniversary just yet."
It's exactly a month from now.
"It's just a little something." she says.
I shake the box, but don't hear anything moving inside of it. And it's pretty light weight.
"Let's see." I say taking the top of.
I remove the tissue paper and filling that's inside to see white fabric folded up. Y/n smiles at me before I take it out and see what it says.
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(pretend it says 2021)
"Are you serious?" I ask looking at her.
She begins to cry and nods.
"Oh my gosh." I put the onesie aside on the bed and give her a tight hug that lasted for a few minutes.
I pull away and give her a kiss while cupping her face in the palms of my hands.
"When did you find out?" I asked wiping away the both of our tears afterwards.
"Two weeks ago."
There's a knock on our door and we turn to see our seven year old son standing there.
"Are you guys okay?" he asks.
"Yes," I say looking at y/n and she nods "go get your sister."
Y/n and I quickly fold the onesie up and put it back into the box along with the tissue paper and filler.
The kids run in and jump on the bed, almost tackling y/n down.
"Be careful." I say.
They sit down and spot the box.
"What's this?" our five year old daughter asks.
"A gift for the both of you, now." y/n says.
They tug for the box and pop off the lid, taking out the paper and filler the same way I did.
Y/s/n reads the onesie aloud. "Just one more."
"What does that mean?" our daughter asks.
"Well, y/s/n, you're going to be a big brother again." I say.
"And y/d/n, you're going to be a big sister." y/n says.
"You're having another baby?" our son asks.
"Yes." y/n nods.
Their faces light up with smiles and they start to scream in excitement. Y/n and I start crying again and group all together for a tight hug before sharing another kiss with each other.
