timothée chalamet imagines

kicks

timothée's pov

"Let's try again." I said.

Y/n and I have been trying to get our daughter to kick for the first time for a few weeks.

I wanted to be here when it happened the first time just in case I had to leave for work.

Y/n nodded and laid down on the bed. I laid down next to her.

She lifted up her shirt to expose her 4 month pregnant belly. I put my hand on it, rubbing it slowly.

Y/n grinned. "Try talking to her."

"Okay," I said "hi baby, it's your dad. Your mom and I really want to feel you kick soon. Give us a little something, please."

I rubbed y/n's bump hoping that our daughter would move around in there.

"She's just not ready yet."

I frowned. "I guess not."

"Why don't you try singing to her?" y/n suggested.

"What song?"

"Everything happens to me." she said.

(that's the only song I've heard Timmy sing. I do not support woody allen or any of his movies, the song just fits.)

"I make a date for golf
and you can't bet your life, it rains
I try to give a party, but the man upstairs complains
I guess I'll go through life, just catching colds
And missing trains
Everything happens to me." I sang.

I felt a movement against my hand and shot my eyes up at y/n.

We were both wide eyed and had our mouths open.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelled in excitement.

"She kicked!" y/n exclaimed.

I sat up and gave her a kiss before moving down to kiss her belly.

Y/n laughed at the peppering of my kisses.

"I told you you wouldn't miss it." she said.

"I'm glad I didn't."

We laid in bed for hours feeling our little girl kick, enjoying what was one of the first amazing moments of our journey as soon to be parents progressed.