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I know Anakin's desilusions of grandiosity are the talk of the town, but something something Padmé dehumanization of herself as a result of so much survivor trauma and so many close death calls. She's the senator with the highest murder attempts on her, she gets assesination attempts weekly and brushes them off, and she keeps chasing for justice to the point of collition, she sees people dying around her all the time but she keeps on living and living, at some point she's flirting with death as much as Anakin does in the battlefield. And something something, Anakin, ironically, in his extreme trauma and fear of death taking the people he loves, being the only one to say "You're a person, and your name is Padmé, not queen nor senator, and you're as fragile as any other live being" Something something the irony that person that most adored her being also the one who saw her as a person Something something Anakin commiting atrocities not for a goddess, no for a politician no for royalty, for a person. Something something how contrarian it is, that Anakin sees himself as a weapon, and Padmé's extreme guilt becoming what seems like superiority.

And particularly here in this comic something something how easily Anakin can walk through that storm Padme has created, how easily he can enter into her headspace and she doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, she isn't even surprised because she expects him and he's the only one that knows and can reach her like this, they're just having a conversation, something something.

Something.

I swear this was the end of me, so idc if i'm rambling, this comic kept me up awake for more than one day, because the power would go out every single time i sat to work on it, damnit

i need to sleep asap, and eat, eating first probably

“I arrived there [to the commercial shoot] and it was just so surreal. He was great, he was really something special. I remember him from ‘Homeland.’ I wrote his name down [while watching]. He’s so talented.”

-Winona Ryder talking about Timothée Chalamet

YouTube credit to Josh Horowitz

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN MEGACON Orlando 2024 panel

How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

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Unexpected Visitor

Info - unexpected visit, child running away from home, anxiety, single mother, scary moment

I was dozing on the couch watching an old rerun of Seinfeld when I heard the knock. I jerked myself awake. I almost thought I’d dreamt it when another one came. The sound was not urgent or even demanding, it seemed more gentle.

I looked out the peep hole and saw no one. I tentatively opened the door. There was nothing about until I heard a loud thunk. A small girl jumped out in front of me.

She was missing two teeth and her smile was wide. I was utterly flabbergasted as she beamed up at me. She was looking up with her huge brown eyes and I nearly melted.

“Who-who are you?” I asked.

“Lily,” she said plainly. “What’s your name?”

“T-Timothée,” I said without even really thinking.

“Nice name,” she replied. She was peeking around the corner into my apartment.

“Do you have fruit loops?” She asked with a quizzical cock of her head.

“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, still completely baffled by her appearance.

She pushed past me at the affirmative message and began to look through the cabinets. As if I’d known this girl all her life I jumped into care taking mode. I was grabbing a bowl and milk and a spoon. Soon she was seated at the table with her snack. She was smacking her lips happily.

“Why are you…” I tried to start my questioning but I didn’t want her running off. She was in safer hands here than just anywhere. She was clearly well cared for physically, and someone was likely looking for her.

“What are you doing?” Was the question I finally landed on.

“Runnin away from ome,” she slurred through the sugary milk.

“Why?”

“Don’t like kindergarten,” she replied.

“I see,” I said solemnly.

“There’s so many rules. I wanna go on an adventure like in the books my mama reads me,” she told me.

“Sounds like your mom is nice. Why would you want to leave her?” I asked.

“Hmmmm,” she tapped the spoon to her chin.

“She said no cereal for dinner. My teacher in pre K said one day we can send a letter when we learn to write. Maybe I will write her one.”

I smiled at the precocious child. She seemed too smart for her own good. I tentatively stretched out my foot to the Frozen book bag she’d tossed on the floor.

“Why did you pick me?” I asked her as a distraction. I didn’t want her to see me pulling the bag close to me. I figure there may be an address or phone number inside,

“You look like a prince, from a fairytale!”

“That’s very kind,” I said with an amused smile. I did see a number in the bag. I refrained from calling but instead texted the number. To be extra cautious I recorded a voice note of Lily subtly. I had no idea what Lily’a guardian felt about the police. I didn’t know if they’d want them involved.

I heard wild pounding in the complex. I stared at the ceiling with a curious air. Lily seemed unaffected. She was doing a little dance to herself as she ate.

“Who is your favourite princess?” She asked before a woman burst into my apartment. Her hair was wild, her face tear stained, and she looked more distressed than I’d ever seen another human look.

“Lily,” she nearly wailed. She ran to the small girl and scooped her up. She held her against her chest and almost sounded like she was praying as she mumbled under her breath.

“Thank you,” she said to me, eyes watering profusely.

“She just slipped out the door, I knew she couldn’t have gotten far but I was terrified,” she sobbed.

“It’s all okay, she just knocked on my door and said she wanted some cereal. Oh, she also told me she was running away because she doesn’t like Kindergarten,” I recited to her mother.

“Snitch!” Lily said, pointing a finger accusingly at me.

“It’s good he told me. You know you can’t leave home alone,” her mother said sternly.

“I’m y/n, and I can’t thank you enough,” y/n said, thrusting out a hand. I shook it and let the side of my mouth lift at the reunion of mother and daughter.

“I’m Timothée, and I was happy to help,” I said with a full smile now.

“You’re an angel. Thank you again,” she said weepily.

“It’s seriously no problem,” I chuckled.

“Mama, I’m sleepy,” Lily yawned.

“Well you had a big adventure,” y/n said with a small smile. She wasn’t yet ready for the seriousness of the moment to drop. She picked up her child’s book bag.

As they were going out the door, Lily peeked over her mother’s shoulder. She waved sleepily and blew me a kiss. I laughed at the ridiculousness, but caught it to satisfy her. I put it in my pocket as she smiled wearily and closed her tired eyes.

What an unexpected visitor.

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How would Timothée’s characters react to you proposing to them? 🥰

Oh, this is adorable. I am going off of this post. I hope this is what you had in mind.

Paul

You wake up first, pressed against Paul in his bedroom. You know you should leave. That if either of your parents caught you in bed together you would be shipped halfway across the galaxy, but you couldn't help staring at him. You push his hair out of his face, lean down, and kiss his cheek. Then his other cheek. And his nose and then slowly, you kiss his lips.

Paul's hand curls around your waist and pulls you closer. Giggling, you open your eyes and Paul's green eyes blink open slowly. "Good morning, my air," he mumbles.

Your heart beats faster and you can't help but kiss him once more. Paul's hand comes up and cups the side of your face as if you are the most precious thing in the world.

When you pull away you can't help but blurt out, "Paul Atreides. I love you with every fiber of my being. I never want to be apart from you."

Paul's eyes widen and he sits up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Are you asking me to marry you?" he asks shyly.

You flush but nod. "Yes, I want to be bound to you until there is no more breath in my body. Until I am one with the universe and all the atoms."

Paul turns a deep shade of red, but he is quick to take your face between his palms again. "There is nothing I want more than to be with you."

Laurie

"So when is the wedding?" Amy teased as you both walked home from a day in town.

"Wedding?" You asked.

"Oh don't pretend Laurie hasn't been dropping hints for weeks now. He has been humming the wedding tune. Last week we went by that dress shop and he just gazed at it for like 15 minutes."

You flushed and pulled your scarf tighter around you. "We have only been together for half a year," you said.

"But you love him. You two are the cutest thing ever. I've never seen two people more in love."

"Fine. I want to marry him, but I thought he would ask by now," you said.

"Well, he is Laurie. He is a nervous wreck and he's an overthinker," Amy commented as you got to the path between her home and Laurie's.

"You are right. I will come by later, I am going to speak with Laurie," you said marching towards his home. You knocked firmly and stood back waiting for the door to open.

Laurie grinned when he opened the door and saw you. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off before he could speak. "Would you like to marry me?"

Laurie is frozen. He stares at you as his heart beats too loudly in his ears. He can't believe you asked him. He wanted to ask you, but here you were, asking him. He thinks he might be faint.

"Umm, Laurie?"

And then he realized he wasn't saying anything. He steps onto the porch and kisses you sweetly until you feel lightheaded. "That is a yes. I wanted to ask, but I've been nervous," he said, chucking.

Hal

"How was your day?" King Hal asked as he sat down across from you.

You shrugged your shoulders and picked up your glass of wine. You were in no mood for idle small talk with the King. After a year of courting you would assume a proposal would be next but it seemed Hal was happy to waste your time.

Hal raised an eyebrow at you shrug. "Nothing of interest happened?"

"No, my King," you replied,boredly.

"Something interesting always happens. Even if it is a butterfly landing on a flower or a knight being turned down." Hal's days were dreadful and the highlight was having dinner with you in his room.

An idea formed and you sat up. "Actually, I did have lunch with someone interesting today," you smirked.

"Who?"

"The Duke of Mongomery. He was lovely. He has such a lovely home, and he loves gardening and history like I do."

Hal's grip on his glass tightens. "So you two spend a lot of time together."

"Of course we do. But do you know what made lunch today so interesting?"

"Hmm," he said, his green eyes narrowed and focused on you.

"He hinted that he wanted to ask my mother for my hand. He would like to marry me. Of course, I told him I am courting the King. Though he pointed out it's been a long courtship," you said with a pointed look.

Hal chuckled and rounded the table until he was in front of you. "Is there something you would like to say to me, my dove?"

"Matter of fact, Yes! Would you like to marry me?"

Hal chuckled again. "Are you proposing to your king?" He jested, though he felt happiness blooming in the pit of his stomach.

You open your mouth and close it. "Fine. I suppose I am."

Hal gets on his knees in front of you and takes your hands, kissing them both. "I had plans to ask you to marry me tomorrow at dinner, but as you so wonderfully asked me. I will grant my blessing to our union," he said full of sarcasm, though a hint of love bled through his tone.

Lee

You and Lee stumble into the hotel room in Las Vegas in a throne of laughter. Who knew that you both were good at Blackjack. After winning you two were given a nice room for free. And your lips were pressed against each other.

You kissed him, pulling his hair and causing him to moan into your mouth. You shove him into the bed and strip both of your clothes off. Lee flips you over and you wrap your legs around his waist and he moves inside of you.

When you both are lying next to each other on the bed, you look over at him and can't help but ask him. "Lee, do you think we should get married?"

Lee laughs, but when he sees the serious and shy expression on your face, he stops laughing. "You want to marry me?" he asked.

"Yes. I can't imagine being with anyone else."

Lee kisses you passionately and rolls himself on top of you. The kiss is only broken up by Lee sobbing. He's so happy and overwhelmed. He never thought he would be with someone who saw him for him and loved him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just love you so much," he said, wiping his tears, but you just kissed him again.

"It's okay, Lee. I love you too."

Wonka

"Mr. Wonka, I have a serious question to ask?" You say leaning against Willy's desk.

He looks up from his work to smile widely at you. He takes one of your hands and interlocks your fingers.

You can't help leaning closer and connecting your lips. Willy smiles against you and when you pull away he is lovestruck as he gazes at you.

"Will you marry me, Willy?" you asked.

"Yes," he replies without thinking. He pauses and then he jumps up. "Oh my god, are we engaged?" He's bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Married! We are going to get married? That's wonderful. It's a dream come true. My dream to be exact." He grabs you and spins you around the room.

Kyle

Your hands are pressed to Kyle's chest as you ride him. He's moaning and his hands are tight on your hips and you ride him faster. You can't help but chuckle as you look down at how fucked out he looks.

"Look at you so whipped for me," you said, circling your hips. Kyle's eyes close and he moans louder.

"Fuck, I'm so whipped for you. I've obsessed with you, baby girl," he said getting lost in the pleasure.

"Whipped enough to marry me?" You are teasing your "never getting married because it's a way for the government to control you" boyfriend, but Kyle nods and cum at the thought of being yours forever.

It's in the heat of the moment and you kiss him aggressively as you tighten around him and cum. You both fall asleep right after, pressed close together.

Elio

"I miss you so much, Elio," you say into the phone. You sat on your bed playing with the phone cord as you tried not to cry.

"I miss you too. So so much," he mumbled just as sad as you were. "But we will see each other soon. I'll be in New York in two weeks and we will spend every second of the day together," he reminded you.

You sighed dreamily. "That is not enough time."

"I know but I will take any time I can get with you. Ti Amo, amore mio," he said.

When you got to New York you were almost sprinting to Elio's hotel room. The elevator was too slow. So, you ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Elio opened the door and pulled you into a tight hug. You both hold each other for a few moments. You both sniffled and pulled away, "I love you," he whispered.

"Will you marry me?" You asked.

Elio chuckled and pulled you closer. "I was going to ask you." He pressed his nose into yours. "Yes. Let's get married, travel, and just be together."

Comfort food from the prompt list for Wonka

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Micro Story Prompt

On the House

He was wandering aimlessly around the small tropical town, milking the last hours of shore leave before heading back to the ship, when he caught a waft of something delicious. The top notes of something savory filled the air and made his stomach grumble.

He let his nose lead his legs until he came to a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant at the edge of town. He pulled the beaded curtain to the side and stepped in. The place was empty, but he could hear the clanking of cooking in the back. Suddenly, a friendly face popped into view from the kitchen window.

"Please, sit! I will be out in just a minute," he heard a young woman shout. He looked around and chose a table that would allow for a view of the place. It was small, but well tended to. Loved, even. He mindlessly ran his fingers along the grooves of the hand hewn wooden table as he waited.

Motion from the kitchen broke him from his thoughts. The girl wiped her hands on her apron as she stepped out. "What can I get for you, sir?" she asked while pointing to a menu board.

"I want whatever is producing that delicious aroma. I could smell it down the street!"

"Ah, I was making galina stoba for tomorrow's special. But I can spare some for you today. I'll be right back." She brought out a steaming bowl of rich brown broth, chicken, and vegetables. It almost looked like a stew. His eyes fell when she set it down in front of him.

"You don't like it? You haven't tried it!"

"No, no, ma'am. It's not that. It looks and smells scrumptious. M- my mom used to make something like this when I was sick or upset," he replied quietly.

"She is no longer of this world?"

He simply shook his head in response.

"You've been thinking a lot about her," she stated factually.

"All the time."

"She brought you here to my shop tonight. To show you that you will be alright. I can feel it." She paused. "Stoba is on the house."

He looked up at the ceiling puzzled. She chuckled.

"I mean this one is on me. Free." She cupped his shoulder, but before she could turn away, he grabbed her hand.

"Thank you. What's your name?"

"Raeni. Yours?"

"Willy. Willy Wonka."

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You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

A Star Wars or Timmy character, pretty please?

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Happy Little Family

Anon Request:

can i request husband timothée x wife!reader?

so reader is pregnant with their first child, and let's be real, first time dads panic when the water breaks and goes into labor. but reader assures him that she won't be delivering the baby for a few more hours bcs labor just started and they have a long way before she reaches proper dilation.

oooh and can u make timmy faint when reader starts pushing? reader is annoyed, but pre-occupied by pushing his child out. then he wakes up literally after his son/daughter is delivered.

maybe you can add tim posting a cute photo of his son/daughter's hand wrapped around his?

i honestly need a bit of cheering up, bcs, well, my relationship has gone terribly wrong 😩 a lil fluff can save the day 💓 thank you!!!!

Wordcount: 13.1K+

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Description: A family is something you've been fantasizing about since you were a child, but you didn't think you would have the amazing family you have now. It's all thanks to your wonderful husband Timothee. You've been through a lot together and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

A/N: So over a year later. Here is the birth of Bagel Bite, along with flashbacks throughout Timmy and Bunny's lives and relationship. This is a bit longer than I thought, but I hope you all enjoy it. As always let me know if you have something you want to see from this family. Would like to thank @robertpattins0nswh0re for our lovely chat about baby names and all the love and encouragement you have given me over this family. Thank you so much.

Warning: Fluff City over here. A bit of angst. Birth. Birth complications. Pregnancy anxiety. Unedited.

Children were something you always dreamed about having. You remember when you were 7- years old and thinking about how many children you wanted one day. You told your mother you wanted 10 children.

She laughed and said you would change your mind. You didn’t understand her laughter. You wanted a big family, so you would have one. A family that took care of each other loved each other and was always there for one another. It was your dream life.

You wanted a big happy family with a lovely house, sweet children, and an adoring husband, who would help you care for your children and be a shoulder to cry on when you needed it. It was a child’s perfect dream, one you thought wouldn’t come true as you grew up.

At 10, you first started writing names down for your future children. Sketching little name plates to hang outside their future doors. At the time, you were unaware of how cheesy that was. You just wanted to be ready even if you had a lot of time to be prepared.

“Bunny, what are you doing? You are supposed to help me with my math homework.” Whined the 11-year-old sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table in your living room.

You ignored him. You were 10 now, he had to stop calling you bunny. You were too old for such a childish nickname. People at school would laugh at you if they knew your best friend called you that. Sometimes you wished you and Timmy went to the same school, but at times like this, you were glad that you didn’t.

“Bunny don’t ignore me. I need help. What’s 7 times 8?” 

Sighing and closing your notebook, you look down at him from your place on the sofa. “It’s 56, Timmy. You should know this already,” you huffed, “Also, I don’t want you to call me bunny anymore. I’m not a baby,” you pouted.

“I’ve always called you bunny. I don’t even know what your actual name is,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows and scratching his forehead. “Yup, nothing rings a bell, just bunny.”

Sliding off the sofa, you hit him in the arm. “You are not funny, Chalamet.”

“Hey if I can’t call you bunny, then you can’t call me Chalamet,” he said smugly crossing his arms.

“That’s unfair. Chalamet is your surname. Bunny is not my name,” you said, with pinched eyebrows. You crossed your arms mimicking him.

“It’s my name for you. So, it’s your name,” he stated plainly.

“Names are important Timmy. That isn’t mine.”

Standing up he grabbed your notebook. Gasping you tried to get it back, but he was taller than you and held it over your hand. “Brielle, Abrielle, Lyra, Rhena, what are these? Workshopping new names?” He laughed.

You huffed, punching him in the stomach, forcing him to drop your notebook. You quickly picked it up and held it close to your chest glaring at your friend. Your face heated in both embarrassment and anger at him.

“You hit me. That’s so rude.” He said, bent over and holding his stomach.

“Serves you right. Meanie.”

“What are all those names for?” he asked, standing up straight, staring at you curiously.

Sighing you sat on the sofa again, opening the book and looking over the names. “You know how my aunt had a baby last week?”

“Yeah, baby Ty.” He nodded, jumping onto the couch and sitting next to you.

“It took her all 9 months to decide on a name and she went with Tyler in the end. I know 15 Tylers.”

“Are they boys?” He said with a slight edge to his voice.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you blinked at him confused. “Yes. They are boys…”

He looked away from you, but you didn’t have time or patience to ask him what weird boyness was going on with him. He was like this a lot these days. Wanting to know about all your friends and if any of them were boys. And if you were close to any of them like with him. He was ridiculous, he was your best friend. He didn’t need to worry about being replaced.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?” You asked.

Timmy nodded, “You are my best friend, of course, I won’t laugh.”

“Okay. Well, I want to be prepared for when I have children when I’m married. I want a list?”

“So, it’s baby names?” He asked confused.

“Yes.”

“Bunny. Your 10. That’s millions of years away.”

“I like to be prepared, Chalamet. If you were prepared you wouldn’t be here studying for a test next week that  you knew about for a month.”

Timmy pouted, dropping his head onto your lap. “Don’t be mean to me, bunny. I need help.”

“You always do,” you laughed, patting his curls.

“And you always help me.” Timmy’s eyes closed and he snuggled into your hand.

Laughing more, you pushed his head off your lap. “I do.”

“Because we are best friends.”

“The best of friends.” You said hugging his side.

“So how many babies do you plan to have? The whole notebook is just names.”

“A lot. I want a big family, lots and lots of babies.”

“Babies are cute, I guess,” he said.

“My babies will be the cutest.”

“What about my babies? They will be cute, right?” He asked sliding off the sofa and going back to his math book.

“They will be okay. Let’s just hope they look like their mom,” you teased.

“Bunny.”

“Don’t call me that, Timmy. Bunny is for babies,” you whined. “No one else calls me that.”

“Duh, it’s my special name for you. No one else is allowed.”

“Fine fine. You can call me that, but you can’t tell anyone.”

“Deal, now come help me I don’t want to fail,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at the questions.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed but got off the sofa to sit next to him. “What would you do without me, Timmy?”

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he felt his heart beat faster. “I would be lost.”

“Bunny, how are you and our little one?” Timmy asked when he climbed into bed with you dropping a kiss on your shoulder.

You turned over to face him, groaning softly. “Tired, Timmy,” you moaned into his chest. “Let me sleep,” you added closing your eyes.

Timmy wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He has been working long hours recently and it’s been over 24 hours since he last saw you and he was worried. He was always worried when he was working, but with you pregnant with bagel bite he wanted to be with you all the time.

“Are you in pain? Did you not sleep well last night?” He asked worriedly, sitting up.

You blinked slowly, looking into his worried green eyes. “Tim-Tim. I’m fine,” you said softly.

“You only call me that when you are really tired,” he commented, lying you down on the bed and moving to the end of the bed, grabbing your feet to rub them.

Groaning, you rested against the pillow, looking down at him. “Have was your day?” You asked.

“Much better now. Happy to be home with my family. I saw the girls and had a little cuddle session before coming to take care of you,” he said, continuing to work his way up your calves. “How was your day?”

“Fine. I took the girls to the park and then had lunch with my mom, and she took the girls after that. I tried to take a nap, but your baby was kicking me all day. Must be a future soccer star.”

“Hmm. An actor, artist, and soccer player. We will have our schedules busier than they are now,” he said, chuckling.

“Can’t wait,” you teased, before wincing when a sharp kick hits.

Timmy whimpered. He hated seeing you in pain, it broke his heart. He moved to rub your stomach. “Hey, bagel bite, be kind to your mother. She loves you and working so hard to let you finish cooking.”

You chuckled. “Cooking?”

“Shush, I am chatting with our baby.”

“Fine fine. Chat away. I’m going to try and get some sleep,” you yawned and closed your eyes. Smiling softly as you listened to Timmy whispering to your child.

You stared down at the pregnancy tests on the counter completely stunned. You couldn’t believe you were going to have a baby. You weren’t trying, you both agreed that you’d have a baby when it happened.

The stress of trying would do neither of you any good. So, you decided to just not use protection and if it happened, it happened. You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed happily.

“I’m gonna have a baby,” you whispered out loud. You instantly giggle just hearing the words. A baby, you were going to have one. You were going to be a mom, and nothing made you happier.

You gasped remembering that if you were going to be a mom, then Timmy would be a dad. You had to tell him, you needed to tell him right now. You fumbled with the door handle for a moment trying to get out of the bathroom and get your phone.

“Fucking hell, door, can you not,” you mumbled, running to your bed and grabbing your phone about to call Timmy, but then you paused. Was this something you should do over the phone? Was this an in-person sort of thing? Should you do something cute to reveal, like you’ve seen in films?

Groaning you tossed your phone and grabbed your laptop pulling up Pinterest and searching for cute pregnancy reveals. You scrolled through endless different ideas but none of them jumped out at you. 

An arm wrapping around your waist and a kiss on your cheek had you jumping. You didn’t even realize that you’d been searching for an hour or that Timmy had come home.

“Hey, bunny. Who’s having a baby?” He asked.

“Chalamet, what the hell?” You groaned pushing his shoulder and closing your laptop.

“What did I do?” He asked confused.

You pouted, moving to straddle his waist. “You ruined it.”

“Ruined what? Bunny, you are making no sense. I come home to see my beautiful wife and get abused for no reason. At least tell me what I did,” he chuckled, grabbing your hips.

“You ruined all my searching. I want to surprise you cutely and tell you,” You pouted, glaring down at him.

“Tell me wh- wait. You? Are we? No. Wait. Huh?”

You laughed, leaning down and kissing your confused husband. He kissed back softly, unsure what you were trying to tell him, but he had an idea.

Pulling back slightly you grinned. “Timothee Hal Chalamet, you are going to be a dad.”

“Are you serious? Like we are going to have a baby?” he asked as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Yes, we are going to have a baby. A little you and I,” you chuckled, which turned into a squeal as he wrapped his arms around you, standing up and spinning you around and around.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeated kissing all over your face. “So much, Bunny. I am so fucking happy. I-I can’t even speak.” Timmy grabbed your face and kissed you passionately.

Chuckling softly, you placed your hands over his. “I love you too, Timmy. And I am so excited to take the journey into parenthood with you.”

“Are you kidding me? I cannot imagine having a child with anyone else besides you. I can’t believe my life. I am so excited I could run a lap,” he said, twirling you around the room.

“You are so odd, but I love you. I hope our baby is like you,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“No, I want our baby to be like. Goodness, our baby. I can’t,” he said in disbelief, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

“Our little Chalamet,” you said. “I’ll have two to put up with now,” you teased.

“And you are welcome for it. You know what we need?” He said, setting you down on the bed.

“What?”

“Hold on,” he said, going into the closet. You could hear him rummaging around and dropping things. Curses slipped out when he knocked something over.

“Chalamet, what are you doing?” You shouted.

“Have patience, Bunny. You will need it,” he teased.

“Just hurry up. I’ll have the baby by the time you get back,” you shouted lying down on the bed.

Timmy walked out of the closet rolling his eyes. “So so dramatic, bunny. I thought that was my thing.”

“Must be your baby,” you laughed.

He joined you on the bed and leaned over you, pecking your lips. “My baby. God, I want that on a t-shirt.”

“Cheesy, but we can get matching ones. Now what did you get?” You asked.

Timmy grinned pulling a notebook from behind his back. One that you recognized but hadn’t seen in years. “Remember this?  Your baby name notebook.”

You sat up, grinning, and grabbed the notebook, flipping through the names. “How the hell is this here?” You asked, glancing up at your smiling husband.

Timmy shrugged adorably. “Someone may or may not got it from your mom’s when we moved in together.”

“Timmy that was years ago. Has it been in our closest the whole time?”

Nodding he kissed your cheek. “I thought it would come in handy one day.” Timmy cuffed your cheeks. “What do you think we are having?”

“Babies? I’m sorry as in more than one?” You asked with wide eyes to your doctor.

She looked from the screen and then to you. “Yes. I have no idea how I missed these two. It seems they have been hiding?” She chuckled, pressing the wand into your stomach more to get a better shot of the little babies.

“Two? Two hiding?” You stuttered. Two babies? That was two more than you were expecting. You stared at the screen, unblinking. You were just coming in for a normal checkup, just to see your little bagel bite. And now, goodness, you are learning you are not having one child, but three little babies.

“Yes, Mrs. Chalamet, you are having triplets,” she said.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” you blinked finally. Feeling tears in your eyes, you were unsure how to feel. You were feeling confused, happy, and overwhelmed. You were so overwhelmed. Your throat closed and your hands started to shake.

“Mrs. Chalamet,” the doctor got up and quickly moved to your side and rubbed your back, “You have to take deep breaths. Focus on the sound of my voice. The things you can feel, come on,” she said calming.

You nodded, squeezing your eyes tight and taking deep breaths. You felt a kick and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe it was the lack of room that was making the little ones hurt me,” you joked shakingly.

The doctor laughed along with you. “It is unusual, but it does happen. Babies hiding behind each other and masking each other heartbeats.” She said, still rubbing your back. “Can I get you something or call your husband for you?” She asked.

You nodded more than a bit embarrassed for your reaction. Of course, you were happy to have more babies to love, but you were scared. You had even more babies to bring into the world and you didn’t want to lose any of them. Plus, what if Timmy wasn’t happy. He wanted more children, but three babies at once is a lot.

“I’ll get you some water and call your husband. Why don’t you relax, and we can resume the exam when you’ve calmed down more. Did you still want to know the genders?”

“Umm. Yes, please. But can we wait until Timothee gets here,” you asked, lying back on the bed.  She nodded and closed the door. You closed your eyes and rested your hands on your stomach. “So, there are three of you. Three little bagel bites.”

It was October when you were throwing up in a public restroom in Italy. Elle had turned 1 only a few months prior. You groaned softly as you tried to wash the taste of vomit out of your mouth.

Mentally you started to count the days and try to remember your last period. Your period has always been strange since your pregnancy with Elle and while your doctor says it’s normal, it makes it difficult to track. You sighed running your hands through your hair before making yourself presentable once more.

You opened the door to the panicked faces of Timmy and your toddler. “Bunny, are you okay? Were you throwing up? Did you eat something wrong?” He asked gently with Elle in his arms.

You chuckled at their matching concerned faces. “I’m fine, my loves,” you said, kissing both their cheeks. “Just an upset stomach,” you added when Timmy didn’t look convinced.

“Do you want to go back to the villa? Should we get some medicine?” He asked as you all walked back to your table.

“No. I’m fine. We can finish eating and do the rest of the things we have planned. We were going to the pumpkin patch remember.” You said, poking Elle’s little belly and making her laugh.

“I guess but you’ll let me know if you are feeling too bad, right?” He said feeding Elle some of his pasta.

You smiled nodding. You couldn’t help your heart squeezing in affection for your family. You couldn’t believe you were married to your best friend with an adorable, loving daughter. Your hand moved to your stomach at the thought of adding to the family.

Timmy didn’t miss your faraway look or the placement of your hand. A wide grin took over his face at the idea of having another child with the love of his life. Leaning closer to you, he kissed your cheek.

“And what is that for?” You asked.

“Just because I love you,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

After a day of family activities. You carried a sleeping Elle back to the villa. Her face was pressed into your neck, and she was releasing cute little snores that had you grinning. Timmy watched you both closely. One of his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Okay, Chalamet. Spit it out,” you sighed after 10 minutes of silence.

“Spit what out?” He asked, looking away from you both.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Whatever you have been thinking so hard about while staring at me.”

“Can’t I just stare at my wife and daughter?"

“Normal husbands can. You can’t.” You teased.

“Tease me all you want, but you married me. So how normal are you?” He said, giving your waist a squeeze.

“Fair enough. Now tell me.” You said, leaning into his hold as you made it back home. Timmy shrugged, unlocking the door, and holding it open for the both of you.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you. And how much I love Elle. The past year has been incredible. It’s still insane to think we are parents to such a perfect little angel.”  Timmy ran his fingers along her cheek. Elle's face scrunched up and burrowed further into your neck.

“She will be anything but if you wake her up,” you said, carrying her to her room and slowly lying her down. She whined softly and you were quick to pat her stomach while  Timmy grabbed her stuffed animal and put it in her arms. She smiled in her sleep and settled.

“See,” He whispered, “we are so good at this.”

“So, you want another?” You concluded.

“Don’t you?’ He asked pulling you into his arms.  “And be honest. You don’t have to agree with me, Bunny.”

“I know that. And I do want more children. A lot more.”

“With me, right?” He teased.

You narrowed your eyes and shoved him away playfully. “I’m not sure after that comment,” you said. You gave Elle another kiss on the forehead before purposefully ignoring your husband and walking out of the room.

“Bunny. I was joking,” he pouted, following you.

“And sadly, I am not,” you called back walking into the bathroom. You stripped and turned on the shower.

“Bunny. Come on,” he said, pausing slightly when he saw you naked. “Fuck you are beautiful,” he said. Quickly taking off his clothes.

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

He paused, his hands freezing from undoing his pants. “Joining you?” He asked.

You shook your head getting into the shower. “I don’t think so.”

His mouth flew open. You just laughed and closed the shower door. Timmy groaned walking over and opening the door. “Bunny. You can’t be that mad at me? Let’s shower together. I love showering with you.”

“Oh, Timmy you are so cute,” you replied pinching his cheeks.

“If I am so cute then let me shower with you,” Timmy grumbles leaning against the wall, watching you.

“I need you to go to the store though.” You explained. “I know you brought up having a baby because you think I am pregnant. I do too so you need to get some test.”

Timmy perked up. “Okay. I can miss a shower for that. How many should I get? You know what I’ll get as many as I can carry. And I’ll get some ginger ale as well. And some sweets because you love sweets.” He rambled.

“Baby. Let’s see first. Let’s not get our hopes too high, okay?” A missed period didn’t always mean pregnancy and you would hate to get him so excited for the test to be negative.

 Timmy just shook his head and then he was in the shower with you pressing you against the wall. Ignoring your protest as you tried to swat him away.

“No such thing as high hopes. If you aren’t pregnant that just means we get to have fun trying over and over until you are,” he whispered in your ear.

You took a shaky breath laughing. “Your clothes are wet. Go change and get the test.”

“So bossy, bunny. I love it,” he said, kissing you and pinching your ass.

You kissed back pulling him closer, biting his lower lip. Timmy smiles against your lips and you copy him, pulling away. “I love you,” you said.

“I love you. I am excited to expand our family.” He kissed you once more and then was getting out of the shower.

You closed the door behind him, laughing as he struggled to get out of his wet clothes. “Your fault,” you shouted after him.

“I am not even upset. Worth it,” he shouted back. You shook your head at his antics, but your hands subconsciously moved to your stomach.

“Well, little one, if you are in there. That is your father and it’s a bit insane, but we love him very much. And we already love you.”

“Bunny? Are you awake?” Timmy asked as he smothered kisses along your forehead. You didn’t remember falling asleep. You blinked your eyes open slowly, yawning slightly. Timmy’s worried face filled your vision.

“Hey, Timmy,” you said through another yawn.

He laughed incredulously. “Hey, Mon amour. Goodness, you are going to give me a heart attack.” He shook his head and kissed your cheek.

You frowned having no idea what he was talking about. Your mind was still fussy from sleeping.  “I’m sorry?” You questioned.

Timmy playfully huffed. “My sleepy bunny,” he mumbled kissing your forehead. “I got a call from the doctor to that you needed me. What’s wrong? What happened? Is something wrong with the baby?” He asked. The panic was heavy in his voice, but he tried to keep it cool.

“Oh. Sorry, Timmy. I had a little panic attack and I wanted you to come,” you said, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers.

He frowned even more concerned. “Why, bunny?” He asked. His hand that you weren’t holding moved to your stomach.

“It turns out our little bagel bite is bites. The doctor told me that we are having triplets.” You said, looking up at him.

Timmy froze for a moment. He looked from your stomach back to your face. “Three babies?” he asked. You flushed nodding.

“Holy shit. Three babies. Two more little bunnies that we didn’t know about? That’s fucking amazing. Holy shit!” Timmy grasped your face between his hands and kissed you passionately. “Bunny! Baby! Mon amour! That’s amazing and scary, but fuck I am so happy.”

“It’s overwhelming, Timmy,” you said, resting your head on his chest. Timmy wrapped his arms around you. Rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

“I know. It’s terrifying. I am mentally preparing to lock you in our bedroom and chain you to the bed to keep you all safe and healthy,” he joked, kissing you once again. You laughed, pressing your face into his neck “We are a team, bunny. And we will figure this out, okay?”

“I know. We have each other and our families. It was just a lot to hear while alone,” you mumbled into his neck, pressing a sweet kiss there. “We have to think of more names.”

Timmy laughed pulling your face out of his neck and kissing your nose. “The horror. Do you still want to name our baby after some old Hollywood star?” He said making a face.

“Humphrey Chalamet is such a cute name.” You argued.

“Is it though?” Timmy teased.

“I am the mean one in this relationship,” you said, pushing him away.

Timmy laughed. “My mean little bunny,” he said, kissing your knuckles.  “I’ll make a deal with you. If one of our little bites is a boy. We can give him Humphrey as a middle name.”

“Deal deal deal,” you said hugging him.

“Do you want to find out what we are having?” He asked just as the doctor walked back into the room.

You nodded. “Yeah. I need to know if we are having a Humphrey,” you joked.

“And you need to pull out your notebook again and see what is left. I do think you had about 20 names left.” He teased.

“How should we tell the girls?” Timmy asked as you laid in each other arms on Valentine’s Day.

You shrugged. “We should wait until after we go to the doctors and after we are out of the danger zone. I don’t want them to get excited and then something happens.” You’ve been blessed that you have never experienced a miscarriage, but you still feared that you might one day.

Timmy hugged you tighter but didn’t say anything. It was a fear he also had, and he didn’t want to add to your stress. He just kissed the top of your hair. “We can do something creative to tell them?”

“Like what? A classic bun in the oven,” you teased.

“Haha. No like a t-shirt that says big sister or something.”

“Wow that is so creative,” you said. Sitting up and grabbing a shirt putting it on.

“I am just throwing out ideas. Give me a moment. Someone has completely fried my brain of anything productive,” he said. Timmy sat up and kissed your shoulder. “Which I am ready for another round,” he added.

You snorted. “Of course, you are. I need to pee, and I need some water.” Turning your head, you captured his lips in a sweet kiss before getting up.

“Hurry back. I’ll miss you too much,” he said leaning against the headboard. You rolled your eyes and turned back to him to say something snarky, but your breath caught as you saw him.

Sitting up, the blanket fell to his lap letting you see his naked torso. His hair was thrown all over his head, some sticking to his forehead thanks to your activities. He was flushed and sweaty but the glow from the candle cast beautiful shadows all over him.  Timmy was breathtaking and you couldn’t believe he was your husband.

“Something the matter, bunny?” He asked. His voice was heavy with amusement as he noticed you checking him out.

“You are gorgeous. I can’t even think of a snarky comeback,” you frowned.

Timmy laughed, crawling to the end of the bed where you stood, and took your waist between his hands. “My beauty stunned you? Goodness, that is just the best,” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “I will never let you live this down,” he mumbled against your lips.

“It really did,” you said against his lips, but you still pulled away. “I will go pee and get water. You come up with a creative way to tell the girls.”

“Should I pull up Pinterest?” he teased.

Grabbing a pillow, you threw it at him. “Shut up. I am still upset over that.”

“It was 8 years ago,” he chuckled.

“Bunny! We are home!” Timmy sang as he walked into the house. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“We are in the living room,” Lena said back from her place coloring at the mini activity table.

You sat on the sofa half reading a baby book and half reading articles about ways to get your children excited for a new sibling. The girls were initially excited about getting a younger sibling, but happy about having one baby in the house is different than having three.

So, you two decided to spend the day with each girl and make sure they knew how much you loved them before breaking the news to them this evening. Timmy took Elle to work with him and you and Lena went to the park, an art class, and then came home to cuddle in watch films all day.

“Mommy! Mommy, guess what?” Elle said, running into the living room and jumping on the sofa next to you.

You smiled at her enthusiasm and pushed her hair out of her face. “What is it, my love?”

“I got to see Papa work and they needed a child to interact with his character and Papa asked me if I wanted to do it and I said yes and now I am a movie star,” she said bouncing on her knees on the sofa.

“A movie star? Should I ask for your autograph now before you are too famous?” You asked, smiling warmly at her.

Elle giggled shaking her head. “No, you can always ask me, Mommy,” she said, hugging your side.

Timmy walked over to you and pecked your lips. “Hello, bunny? Have a good day?” Timmy turned to Lena and kissed her forehead. “Hello, my little poisson.”

You smile. “Yes, Lena and I had a great time together.”

“We had so much fun, papa. We got to paint in the park, and I made a painting for the baby,” she said, getting up, grabbing her painting, and showing her sister.

“That’s a nice painting, Lena. Bagel Bite will love it,” Elle complimented.

Timmy grabbed Lena and put her on his lap as he sat on the sofa with you. “That is a very pretty painting Lena. Every time you paint, I love them more and more. I think we have to put this by the crib? What do you think?” He asked her.

Lena beamed at his words. “Yeah. We should put it by the crib. That way they can see this and know how much I love them.”

“Well, I want to have something in the room with the baby too. I love them very much too,” Elle said, pouting.

You and Timmy looked at each other. With a nod, Timmy scooped you up in his arms, took your seat, and placed you on his lap. “Girls about your little sibling. There is something mommy and I need to tell you.”

Both of the girls turned to look at you with wide eyes. “What is it?” Lena asked.

“There’s nothing wrong, right?” Elle asked, pressing her little hands to your belly. Which got a kick from one of the babies. A grin spread across her face, and she pressed her face to your stomach. “Hey bagel bite. It’s your big sister.”

“Actually,” you said with a smile. “There is more than one little bite in there.”

Elle’s eyes widened and she turned to her sister. “There is more than one baby? Did you hear that Lena?” she asked.

Lena stared back at her with wide eyes nodding. “How many more?” She asked glancing over at you and Timmy.

“Two more, love. Mommy is having triplets,” Timmy said. You both held your breath as you watched the girls have their silent conversation with their eyes. Of course, after all the planning you guys just did something simple and told them about their two extra siblings.

But you two were prepared for negative reactions. You were ready to reassure the girls they were loved, and more babies didn’t mean less time with either of you. At the same time, you were going to explain to them that the babies will need a lot of attention and sometimes we might be tired but never too tired for them.

Finally, after they turn back to you. Lena climbed into your lap the best she could with your growing stomach and Elle sat on Timmy’s knee. “Since there are two babies, does that mean we get to each name one?” Elle asked.

Timmy looked at you. “Umm.”

“And does that mean we get to have one then? Before you said we have to share our little sibling but now we can have our own,” Lena added.

You and Timmy looked at each other and held in your laughter. “Darlings it doesn’t work that way. You will all be siblings. All five of you. You will love each other and look out for each other.”

“But I want a baby for myself,” Lena whined.

Timmy reached over and tickled her stomach. “Not for another few decades. Or you know after I’m dead,” he said, making you laugh.

Lena pouted but nodded. “But that means that we can have a brother and a sister?” She questioned.

Elle perked up. “I want a brother and a brother and a sister. Then I can have two sisters and two brothers. That makes four siblings.” She said proudly.

Timmy hugged her close. “Look at my baby doing math,” he said, wiping a tear.

Your shoulder shook as you laughed. “Baby tears really?”

“Shush you. I’m having a moment with my girl.”

“I’m your girl too, Papa,” Lena said jumping on his other knee. Timmy laughed and wrapped his arms around both of them raining kisses all over their faces. The girls giggled but wrapped their arms around his neck. You smiled at your family and thought about how happy you were to have them.

Brushing your teeth, you gasped at a sharp kick to your bladder. You kneel over, cup your bump, and drop your toothbrush into the sink. “Ow,” you whined softly, rubbing the spot.

“What? What is it? Is something wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you in labor?” Timothee said coming into the bathroom in a panic.

Squeezing your eyes shut you waved him off as you took a deep breath waiting for the baby to settle for a moment so you could speak. Timothee was instantly behind you rubbing the side of your stomach. “Bunny?” He questioned.

Standing up, you grabbed the cup of water from the sink and spit out all the remaining toothpaste. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Just an excited little one,” you assured him, turning in his arms.

“Are you sure?” He asked hands moved to rest on either side of your bump. With you being close to the end of your pregnancy Timmy was more and more nervous and panicked each day. He was constantly fretting over you and never gave you a moment to yourself.

“Yes, I’m sure. A kick nothing more. I am fine,” you repeated pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I am just worried. The doctor said you can go into labor at any moment and wh—”

“Timmy, breath. If I go into labor everything will be okay. We have the car packed; the doctor is on speed dial. We’ve talked about this in-depth for weeks. We have the quickest route to the hospital memorized. It’s going to be fine,” you said, running your hands through his curls.

You were nervous to have a baby. You’ve read one too many labor horror stories to not be nervous, but you also knew that you had a good team of doctors and a very supportive partner who was worried enough for the both of you.

Timmy pouted but leaned into your touch. “I just don’t see why we couldn’t stay at the hotel near the hospital. Then when you go into labor, I could carry you there in less than 3 minutes.”

You scoffed, unwrapping yourself from him and walking into your shared bedroom. “That’s because I want to be comfortable in my own bed. And who knows when I’ll go into labor. We could end up spending weeks in a hotel and I don’t want that.”

Like a little puppy, he followed behind you, grabbing lotion from the counter. “Sit, bunny,” he said softly. Once you sat on the edge of the bed, he started applying lotion to your ankles. “I know you want to be comfortable and that is what is most important.”

“Plus, I trust you. We are prepared and ready.” You said sighing softly at the alleviation of pain on your feet. It was a nightly routine now of Timmy massaging you each night, starting with your feet and working up your body. He wanted you relaxed and able to sleep at night.

“I don’t think my nerves will calm until after our baby is here,” he said, moving up your thigh, pushing the shirt you were wearing further up your body. You hummed leaning back on the bed.

“Even then, I’ll be a wreck, but I’m excited for our little one,” he said, kissing your stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you. To hold you,” he whispered to your stomach.

“I can’t wait to have our baby either. To see them in your arms,” you said with a yawn.

Timmy smiled softly at you. “Go to sleep, bunny.”

“No. We are talking. It’s rude,” you complained even as you drifted away. Timmy just chuckled and grabbed the blanket wrapping it snuggly around you. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too.”

You woke hours later to a sharp pain in your side that had your tensing up. Your heartbeat faster as it happened again, and you cried out this time sitting up in bed. “Timmy,” you whimpered as you realized that the bed was wet.

You were in a state of panic. Your first thought was you were having a miscarriage. The pain was unbearable, and you shut your eyes trying to breathe. “Timmy,” you repeated shaking his shoulder.

This time Timmy shot up in bed. He looked around the room in confusion before his eyes landed on you. “Bunny?” He called. His voice was still heavy with sleep.

You whimpered looking over at him, still clutching your stomach. “Timmy, it hurts. And the bed.” You got out through your tears. It was all enough to make Timmy shake the last bit of sleep and jump into action.

“Bunny. Bunny. Baby, what hurts? What’s going on?” he said moving in bed. His knee hit a wet spot and his eyes widened tearing the covers off the bed. He sighed in relief when it was not blood.

“Holy Shit,” he gasped when he realized what it meant. “Bunny you are in labor,” he said jumping off the bed and turning on lights. “Fuck fuck fuck! Merde! Shit! Putain.” He ran from the closet to the bathroom struggling to put on clothes.

You watched him shaking your head despite the pain you were in. Most of your panic was gone now that you realized that you were in labor. Taking deep breaths like you were taught you slowly got to your feet.

“Bunny,” Timmy shouted, tripping over a shoe as he tried to make his way over to you. “What are you doing? Don’t get up,” he said trying to guide you back down.

“And how else do you expect me to go to the hospital, Chalamet?” You said with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh. Yeah, of course. I was going to help you. Don’t move too much. Just focus on breathing.” He said trying and failing to keep the panic out of his voice.

You rolled your eyes. “I really don’t care to change clothes, I’m in labor. Going to the hospital is much more important, don’t you agree?” You said pushing him away slightly and grabbing a pair of joggers and slipping them on.

“Let me. Let me,” he said helping you pull them on and then putting on your shoes for you. He then scooped you up in his arms and carried you down the stairs. Timmy gently placed you on the sofa. “Stay, let me bring the car to the door and I’ll come back to you.”

You nodded, just focusing on breathing as another contraction hit you. Timmy bit his lip as he watched you try to handle your pain. He didn’t want to leave you, but it was late and he didn’t want you to have to walk far.

“I’m sorry, bunny. I’ll be super quick,” he said before ducking out of the front door.

You took deep breaths and squeezed your eyes shut. “Little peanut, you are going to be here soon, but does it have to be painful.” You complained to your baby. You felt tears stream down your face.

“Bunny! Don’t cry!” Timmy said running back into the room. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you into a tight hug. “No no no. My sweet love, don’t cry.” Timmy pressed his thumbs on your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Timmy picks you up and carries you to the car. He buckles you in and runs as fast as he can to the driver’s seat. You run your hands on your stomach and try to keep calm. Timmy glances over at you every few seconds.  He’s in full panic mode and he feels awful. He is supposed to be the calm and strong one but he can’t calm down.

“How are you doing, Bunny?” He asked. When you don’t reply he looks over at you causing the car to swerve.

You scream and his eyes are back on the road. “Sorry sorry sorry.” He said.

“What the hell, Timmy?” You said, turning and glaring at him.

“I’m sorry you didn’t answer, and I was worried,” he said.

“Well, I am trying to focus on breathing.”

“Don’t ignore me. You know how panicky I am over you two.” He reaches over grabs your hand and squeezes it.

You bring his hand to your lips and kiss along his knuckles. “Baby. I’m sorry,” you started, “My labor just started. It could take hours. The contractions are coming and going. We have time. You need to breathe as well.”

He nodded, his hands trembling slightly. “I should be consoling you not the other way around,” he chuckled.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “It’s fine. As long as you hold my hand during labor and don’t complain,” you teased.

“I promise.”

When you got to the hospital you were quickly taken to a private room. Timmy refused to put you in a wheelchair, so he carried you and the birthing bag into the room and gently placed you on the bed.

“Thank you, Timmy,” you said as the doctor hooked you up and moved to see how dilated you were.

“Only at a 5, Mrs. Chalamet. You got a bit to go. Do you need anything?” She asked.

“No thank you,” you said. Just then another wave of pain hit you and you grabbed Timmy’s hand. Timmy wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

“Umm. Can you bring some ice chips? I heard they help. Like can we get a cup or two?” He asked the doctor.

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

The next few hours were a mix of emotions. Your contractions stopped long enough for you to fall asleep for an hour before waking up to horrendous pain. Timmy was there rubbing your back and as you dilated more and more his panic grew.

“Okay, Mrs. Chalamet, it’s time to start pushing.” The doctor said from between your legs.

 Timmy grabbed your hand and kissed your forehead. “Come on, Bunny. You have this. You are so strong and when this is all done, we will have our little baby,” he said, encouraging.

You nodded and started to push. Your ears were ringing, and you couldn’t hear anything but the beating of your heart. The pain was blinding, and you squeezed Timmy’s hand as hard as you could. The sound bubble broke as someone was crying and pleading.

“Hey hey. It’s okay. It’s okay,” Timmy said, kissing your wet forehead.

That’s when you realize it was your crying and pleading with your husband to make it stop. “Timmy, please. It hurts so much. I can’t. It hurts.

“I know it does, mon Coeur.”

“Just keep pushing, Mrs. Chalamet. I can see your baby’s head.”

Timmy moved down to see. All the blood and after hours of being awake his panic got the best of him, and he fainted. You gasped and reached for him, but the doctor stopped you as someone else moved to help Timmy.

You scoffed and pushed your hair out of your face. You were more than annoyed, and he would get an earful when you had your little baby in your arms. You sobbed harder but a nurse came over and grabbed your hand.

“It’s okay. Fathers faint all the time. Just focus on having your little angel.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and started to push again. You pushed a few more times, your throat going raw with how hard you were screaming but then the pain ended, and your scream was overturned by a high-pitched scream of a baby.

“Congratulations! You have a girl.”

Lying in bed later that night you snuggled close to Timmy and kissed under his chin. “Tell me, Chalamet. When did you realize you wanted to marry me and have children with me?” You were tired. Somewhere between awake and asleep but you wanted to hold up to cuddle with your husband a bit longer.

Timmy was scrolling through his phone and mindlessly drawing shapes on you on your lower back. At your question, he locked his phone put it on the side table, and cupped your stomach. “Would it be weird to say my whole life?”

“It would be a lie… hopefully.” You sat up and faux worriedness. “You aren’t like some super crazy stalker? Right?”

“Ha! Ha!” Timmy said with an eye roll. “You are so funny, Bunny.” He pulled you back into his arms. “I guess I knew when you came to my play back in high school. You know I say I’ve spent my whole life half in love with you, but it really hit me in 11th grade. I looked out into the audience and there you were. The spotlight was on me but for me, it was on you.”

“Okay okay. Calm down Shakespeare,” you teased. Timmy slapped your butt and you giggled. “Okay. I’m joking. That’s really cute and amazing. I wish you told me then. I think by then I was dating some loser whose name I can’t remember—”

“Archie Moore,” he interjected.

“—You remember?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah. I hated him. He made you cry, but he also made you laugh so much, and I just wanted to punch him in the face and be in his place.”

“Ohhh! So, you are Dr. Seuss now?”

“Okay that’s it,” he said, rolling you into your back and tickling you. “I am sick of the jokes when I am pouring my heart out,” he said. You giggled and squirmed trying to push his hands away, but he was having none of it.

“T-Timmy stop. I’m sorry,” you said in between laughter trying to catch your breath.

“Nah nope.” He said moving his fingers faster along your ribs.

“I love you.  I-I love you.” You tried.

“Nope, sorry. Not working for me,” he said, pulling you closer when you tried to get away.

And then you felt a cramp in your stomach that had you gasping and grabbing his forearm squeezing it. “Timmy, please stop.”

Timmy froze as he took in your painful expression. You pressed a hand to the side of your stomach and winced. And just like that, he was unfrozen and was pulling you gently to a sitting position. “What’s going on? Are the babies coming?” He asked.

You laughed and looked up at your husband. “I think so. My goodness, they are coming.” You were in pain, but you were so excited to meet your little babies. Timmy’s smile matched your own and he kissed you quickly. “I will get the girls. The bag is packed and then I will come back and carry you to the car. Don’t move. I mean it.”

You nodded. “I will make sure your mom meets us at the hospital.”  Timmy kissed you deeply once more before walking out of the room. You were so overwhelmed and for a moment you thought about the issues with Lena’s birth.

“You aren’t going to faint this time, right?” You whispered raspy to your husband as you blinked your eyes open.

Timmy sat up in the chair next to your bed and ran over to you. His hair was all over the place, his cheeks were puffy and tear tracks were running down his face. “Baby, how are you?” He sniffled.

You smiled faintly. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. What did the doctor say? Is the baby alright?” You asked, moving your hands down to your stomach in panic.

Timmy’s hands join yours. “The doctor said that baby is fine, but you are overworking yourself. They are running more tests. I hope you know you almost gave me a heart attack. You shouldn’t have come off bedrest. Let alone try to leave the fucking country.”

You flinched at his words and looked down at your hands picking at your nails. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted to see you.” After Easter, you and Timmy took a trip to France to see his family. It was supposed to be a sort of baby moon before your family of three turned into a family of four.

Yet, two days into your trip, you fainted and were put on bedrest and restricted from flying which only added to the stress on your body. You wanted to have your baby in America with the doctor you knew in a familiar place, but it seemed impossible.  When you finally started to feel better, you were too far along to travel back home. So, you stayed put in France and it was obvious your little peach was going to be born abroad.

Timmy was filming in London and taking a train back to Paris, then drove a few hours to your home every day to be with you; but you were feeling back and decided to surprise him on set. You were walking around a lot, chasing around little Elle. You just wanted to do something nice for your husband, who was working himself to the bone.

The plan was simple. You would pack a bag for the two of you and you would spend the weekend in England together. Have some private time and just relax without the stress that was eating away at you both. Timmy’s dad was more than happy to watch Elle and after speaking with your doctor and telling them how great you felt you were on your way to the train station.

And then you felt dizzy on the platform and then next thing you know you were bleeding. The panic set in and you were shaking. Tears streamed down your face as you looked around for someone to help you. Everyone went black after that.

“I’m so upset with you right now,” Timmy said, pulling you from your thoughts. Despite his words, he kissed your forehead and leaned your head on his chest.

You felt tears in your eyes, and you buried your face into his chest breathing in his familiar scent. “I’m really sorry,” you mumbled.

“I know.” He paused and took a deep breath. “What were you thinking? You could have died, or something could have happened to our baby?” He was trying to be calm but got a call from the doctor telling him you fainted at the train station, and he needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. He took the quickest flight he could and while it was an hour and an hour, it was the longest flight of his life.

“I-I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry, Timmy. I didn’t mean to scare you or put our baby in danger. I have just been missing you so much. And I know I see you at night, but I just miss you. And I know you are stressed and I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You couldn’t hold back your tears and started sobbing.

Timmy pulled your face from his chest and wiped his thumbs along your cheekbones. “Bunny. Bunny. Hey. No, don’t cry,” he said softly. “I miss you too. How could I not? Every day I am on set going out of my mind with missing you and Elle. I just want to be with my family. I know this pregnancy has been hard and I want to just wrap you in bubble wrap to protect you both. I’m fine with being stressed as long as you three are fine.”

You giggled despite your tears and wrapped your arms around him. Timmy smiled softly and wrapped you in his arms kissing the top of your head.

“ I just feel like such a burden sometimes, Timmy,” you confessed.

He scoffed and shook his head. “You could never be a burden. Do you hear me? You are my wife, my best friend, the love of my life. I would go to hell and back for you. So you could never ever be a burden to me. We are family we take care of each other. Lean on each other. Life isn’t 50- 50. Sometimes it’s 40-60 or 30-70.”

“It feels like 20-80,” you sniffled pulling back from the hug. A small pout overtook your lips and Timmy chuckled.

He pinched your cheeks and connected your lips. You melted into the kiss, and you felt all the stress leave your body for a moment. Timmy pulled back and kissed your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead before looking into your eyes.

“If it is 20-80 it is in your favor. Have you forgotten that you are carrying my baby? A piece of you and me is in your stomach and for months you have been caring for our little peach. Any stress I’m going through is nothing compared to you.” Timmy kissed you again to make sure you understood his point.

“I know I told you I would be okay with you doing the project and I know you aren’t too far away, but I’m scared, Timmy,” you said.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I talked to the director. The film is on hold until further notice. Everyone on set is worried about you and our little one. And I can’t go anywhere after what happened today. I am not going to be glued to your side.” To further his point, he gets into the bed with you, pulling you half onto his lap.

“Timmy, what are you doing?” You laughed as the tubes you were hooked up to got tangled around him. You tried to move and untangle him, but he just moved the other way almost choking himself and pulling the cord from the wall. “You are just making things worse,” you said, chuckling and pushing his shoulders until he stopped moving.

“I am trying to be close to you, but it failed miserably,” he said, pouting.

You chuckled and kissed him deeply. “I love you. And I am so happy that you are here,” you said against his lips.

A knock on the door had you both pulling away from each other. A doctor walked in with a worried expression on his face. You grabbed Timmy’s hand and took a deep breath.

“Mrs. Chalamet. I think we should do an ultrasound. Your husband told us some of the issues you have going on and with the bleeding, I think an ultrasound and an exam are needed.

“That means you think there is something wrong,” you said. Your breathing picked up and Timmy wrapped his arms around you whispering soothing words.

“Not necessarily. We just want to be sure.”

You scoffed. “Just tell me.”

“Bunny, calm down,” Timmy said softly.

“No. I want to know. What is going on?” you demanded.

“Mrs. Chalamet, the last thing I want to do is add to your stress, but we think you might have placental abruption. If that is the case, we will need to induce you as soon as possible. We have been monitoring your baby’s heartbeat and while it’s steady, it’s a bit low and we are concerned.”

“C-concerned? Why the hell didn’t you tell me this when I arrived?” Timmy was now upset, and he couldn’t believe that they kept this from him.

“We wanted to run more tests to rule other things out,” the doctor said as a nurse walked into the room with the ultrasound machine. You felt tears in your eyes, and you squeezed Timmy’s hand harder.

“Hey, Bunny. It’s going to be okay,” he said.

When Timmy comes back to the bedroom, he finds you hyperventilating. He runs to your side in a panic. One of his hands runs down the side of your face while the other goes to your stomach and tries to look for the cause of your pain.

“Bunny? What’s wrong? Is the pain that bad? Baby you need to breathe,” he’s panicking, and he doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t do anything but sobbing more and when he tried to pick you up you collapsed into his arms.

“Baby?” Timmy shouts and you try to tell him what’s wrong, but you can’t get the words out. Timmy is quick to carry you down the stairs. He didn’t want to take you into the car and freak out the girls, but he had to get you to the hospital. “Bunny, please you got to talk to me. I don’t know what to do?” He said, tears streaming down his face.

“I-I’m sorry. I… What if something goes wrong like with Lena. I-I can’t stop thinking about how we almost lost her. And what if—”

Timmy cuts you off by cupping your face. “Hey! Calm down, bunny. And I know saying Calm down isn’t helpful, but I need you to breathe, okay? You are stressing and panicking and it’s not good for you or the babies. Can you breathe with me?” He asked gently, cupping either side of your face.

You nod and take deep breaths.

He smiles. “That’s it, my love. Deep breaths.” He encouraged wiping your tears. When your sobs were nothing more than little snuffles, Timmy kissed you sweetly. “Nothing will happen to you or our babies. We’ve been to the doctor a hundred times. We are home with the hospital we know and trust. If something were to go wrong, then we will deal with it as we deal with everything. As a family. I love you. I love the three babies in your stomach and the two little girls waiting for us. Nothing will go wrong.”

“Okay,” you said softly.

“Okay,” he repeated with a smile on his face. “So, are you ready to go have our babies?”

You nodded and wiped his tears. “Yeah. I’m sorry for panicking, Timmy. I don’t know what came over me.”

“No need to apologize, Bunny.” Timmy picked you up in his arms and kissed your forehead as he carried you to the car. The girls sat in the back, still in their pajamas. You expected them to be half-asleep as it was late at night, but they were both buzzing.

“What took so long?” Lena whined.

“Yeah. I want my babies now,” Elle chimed in.

“Hey now. Calm down. We had a slight issue, but we are all ready to go,” you said, through a wince as another contraction hit. Timmy’s eyes shot to yours, but you waved him off and just took deep breaths.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Elle asked, worriedly.

“Fine, darling. Just fine,” you said between clenched teeth.

By the time you arrived at the hospital and were taken to a room, you were ready to pull all your hair out. Your contractions were coming too fast. You were completely sweaty, and you just wanted the babies out of you even if they had to cut them out.

Timothee’s mother was in the waiting room with the girls while Timmy was glued to your side. His lips were pressed to your forehead and his hand was on your lower back as you took deep breaths.

“Okay, Mrs. Chalamet, it’s time to push,” The doctor said.

You nodded and grabbed the railing on the bed. “You have this, Bunny,” Timmy said, putting his hand over yours.

Closing your eyes you pushed as hard as you could as the doctor counted until 10. You gasped as you stopped and panted.

“Okay, we need a bigger push. Let’s get this first baby out,” she encouraged.

You whimpered but flipped Timmy’s hand over and interlocked your fingers as you bared down and pushed.

“There we go. We can see the head, come on, Mrs. Chalamet.”

“Bunny, I’m so proud of you. You got this, our first one is almost out, my love,” he said. The excitement was dripping from each word and it gave you the strength to push and push and push until a cry pierced the air.

“It’s a girl. Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Chalamet,” the doctor said smiling widely. Timmy's eyes widened as he looked at the tiny little girl wiggling and crying in the doctor’s arms. You chuckled and let go of his hand.

“Go on, hold her,” you said, deflating against the bed trying to catch your breath. Timmy kissed your forehead and whispered his love before going over with the doctor to clean up your little girl.

When she is all cleaned and in her father’s arms she settles down and Timmy quickly brings her over to you. “Bunny, look at our little angel,” he says, eyes full of tears.

You smiled and went to sit up, but cramps had you groaning. Timmy's eyes widened and he looked torn between giving the baby to a nurse and coming to your aid. After a quick kiss to the baby’s head, he passes her over and grabs your hand. “Ready for our next one?”

“No,” you whimpered. “We are never having sex again,” you said taking his hand in yours.

Timmy laughs and kisses your cheek. “Sure, as if you can keep your hands off of me.”

Your reply would have to wait as you start to push again. Your face scrunches up and you groan loudly as you push. You ground your teeth together and pushed. “I can’t. I can’t I need a break,” you said, turning to Timmy. “Timmy, it hurts.”

Timmy frowns and kisses your forehead. “I know, mon amour. I know. Just a few more pushes and then we will have our next one.”

“I want our baby,” you said, sobbing. You took a shaky breath and pushed again, squeezing Timmy’s hand tightly.

“Another head. Come on, one more.” The doctor smiled up at you.

“Ahhh!” You pushed again until another cry started.

“It’s another girl!”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes slumping against the bed. You trembled slightly and Timmy littered kisses on your forehead. “My wife is a superhero. God, I am so proud of you, Bunny.”

“I wanna see the babies,” you mumbled to him.

“I’ll go get our babies.” He kissed your lips before going to meet your second baby. Your eyes closed as you took deep breaths. You knew you had one more left and you just wanted to sleep.

“Bunny, our little girls want to meet their mother,” Timmy whispered. You opened your eyes to see your two daughters nuzzled in the crook of his arms. They both have their eyes closed but heads full of curls.

“They are so beautiful,” you gasped. A chair was brought over for Timmy to sit in and bring the girls closer to you. You reached out and ran your fingers alongside each of their faces.

“They look like you,” he said, pressing them closer to his chest. Tears were running down his cheeks, but he didn’t care as he gazed down at them.

“Four daughters. You are such a girl dad,” you teased.

Timmy sniffled and his green eyes flickered to yours. “I love you so much, Bunny. God, we have babies again. Little tiny humans. Well, tinier than the ones we have waiting for us. I’m so fucking happy. I-I. God, I could explode with the amount of love I have for you.”

“I love you too, Timmy. I love you so much,” you wiped your eyes and took a deep breath. The pain was coming back but you bawled your hands into fists. You were ready to have all three of your babies.

“Okay, doctors, Timmy, I’m ready. Let’s get this third baby out of me,” you sat up and Timmy was quick to pass the babies to a nurse and take his place by your side. Timmy wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder.

You groaned loudly as you pushed, but after two babies the third came a lot easier. After two pushes the crying started again.

“It’s a boy!”

“A boy?” You repeated. At your scan, you were told you were having three girls.

“Yes, a boy. Congratulations on your first boy, Mrs. Chalamet.”

You and Timmy looked at each other for a moment before Timmy pulled you into a gentle hug. “You did so good, my love. Two girls and a little boy.” He whispered into your hair. “You are amazing.”

“Does that mean we can name him Humphrey?” you mumbled.

Timmy pulled back and rolled his eyes. “I suppose,” he teased, pecking your lips.

The doctor brought your son over to you followed by two nurses carrying the girls. “You hold them, I need to get a picture,” Timmy said, pulling out his phone.

“I look awful, Timmy,” you whined, but happily sat against the headboard of the hospital bed and took all three babies in your arms. You looked down at them. Your three little babies, all stare up at you with watery gazes. Four hazel eyes and two green eyes blinked at you.

“Hello, my little lovelies! I am so happy to meet you all. We have a lot to talk about my little bagel bites,” you said, kissing their foreheads. The flash from Timmy’s phone had you looking up at his teary eyes.

“You are so beautiful holding our little ones, Bunny,” he sobbed.

“Come over here, Chalamet, and cuddle with me and our babies.”

He smiled and came over quickly. You moved slightly over, and he got into bed with you and you shuffled the babies down until there was one in each of your arms and one in the middle of both of you.

Between the two of you, you each did skin-to-skin with your little babies. You breastfed them before passing out in bed. Timmy couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop staring at their faces as they lay in the little bassinets. Even though they were in three different ones, they all were pressed against the side of the bassinet as if trying to get close to each other.

“Look at you three already inseparable,” he chuckled, rubbing each of their little bellies. “I love you all so much. And your big sisters and your mom. I love you all with my whole soul. I would do anything for you guys.”

Timmy kissed their forehead before going over to kiss yours. He left the room to go check on his mother and the girls. Lena and Elle were pressed into his mother’s side sleeping peacefully.

He smiled and took a picture before going to sit next to them. His mom smiled at him. “So, another round of girls?” She asked.

“Nope,” he said, chuckling. “We had two little girls, and they were followed by their little brother. All absolutely angels and gorgeous just like their mother.”

She smiled and leaned over to kiss the side of his head. “Congratulations, Timmy. A dad of five now. How does it feel?”

“Like heaven. I can’t believe there was a time in my life when I wasn’t sure if I wanted children. Like now, I can’t imagine my life without them. Bunny… She’s amazing and I can’t believe she gave me five little angels.” He sits back in the chair and it hits him that he has five children with the love of his life.

“I love my life,” he said in pure happiness.

The next morning you are feeding your little boy as Timmy pressed the two girls to his chest, sitting next to you on the bed. The door opens and Lena and Elle slowly poke their heads into the room. “Can we meet the babies now?”

“Yes, mes poisons, come meet your little siblings,” Timmy said.

They grinned and ran over to the bed and for once, you didn’t correct them. You were still too tired from giving birth and just wanted to bask in the moment of your not-so-little family. They climbed onto the bed and beamed at the babies.

“Aww. Little how tiny they are,” Elle said, reaching out to touch her brother’s little head.

“They are so cute,” Lena said staring in awe. “And we get to keep them?”

Timmy nodded. “Yup. They are ours forever.”

“What are their names?” Elle asked.

“This one is Arlette Hal, and this one is Nicolette Maeve,” Timmy said.

“And your little brother is Sebastian Humphrey,” you added.

“Hmm. So, Lette, Nico, and Sebby?” Lena mused.

“I like Bastian better than Sebby,” Elle counted.

“You two can call them whatever nickname you like,” you said, moving Sebastian to burp him pulling Lena close and kissing her forehead.

“I can’t wait to take them home and teach them how to draw,” Lena said, smiling widely.

“And I want to teach them to act. Oh, and cook. It’s going to be so fun,” Elle said, smiling as well.

“Well, you both will have to wait a bit, they are really young right now. They will mostly sleep and eat.”

“Oh… that’s boring,” Elle said, losing her smile.

Timmy and you both laughed, and Timmy kissed her forehead. “They are babies. You can still play with them. Make them laugh.”

“I suppose,” she said.

“At least they are cute,” Lena added.

You were 16 sitting in the middle of your bed crying your eyes out. The room was dark, and your knees were pulled up to your chest. You hated life and everyone in the way only a teenage girl could.

A knock on the door went ignored but your mother opened the door either way. “What’s wrong? Timmy’s hear for movie night. He said he’s been calling you for days,” she said, closing the door and coming to sit on the edge of your bed.

“Boys are stupid, my ugly, and life is pointless.”

Your mother smiled softly, cupping your face. “Sweetheart, did you break up with Archie again?”

“No. This time, he broke up with me. He wanted to do something I didn’t want to and then he got upset and he went off and slept with someone else. When I confronted him, he called me a prune bitch and said I was unattractive and then he dumped me,” you said sobbing into her shoulder.

“Oh, my sweet girl. Don’t believe him. Boys are awful right now. Well, they are awful even out of high school, but you will date a lot of losers sadly. It’s going to be heartbreaking each time and it will feel like the end of the world, but the truth is, it’s not the end of the world. You are going to cry your eyes out, and that’s okay, as long as you don’t let them define your worth and keep you from being the happy daughter I have.”

You sniffled and nodded. “I just really loved him.”

“And one day you will meet a guy that deserves your love and affection. One that will put you first and love you as deeply and thoroughly as you deserve.”

“Yeah, right? And where am I going to meet this prince charming?” You scoffed.

A knock on the door had you and your mother pulling apart,  looking at Timmy as he poked his head into your room. “Bunny, are you alright?” He asked.

Your mother kissed your forehead and stood up. As she passed Timmy, she patted his shoulder and closed the door behind her. Timmy stood in the middle of your room awkwardly for a moment.

“Umm? Do you need me to hit someone, or do you want to hit me?” he questioned.

You laughed and then a sob slipped out. Timmy was instantly by your side and hugging you tightly. “Bunny don’t cry. You know I hate when you cry,” he said, cradling the back of your head.

“You used to cry when I cried,” you replied.

“Thankfully I grew out of that.” Timmy chuckled and pulled your face from his shoulder to look at you. “Is it your boyfriend?” He asked, gently.

“My Ex-boyfriend actually,” you said, missing how the news made Timmy perk up more. “He wanted to have sex with me and when I said no, he cheated on me.”

Timmy's happiness he felt at the breakup burned up as he felt anger course through his veins. “He tried to pressure you into having sex? What the hell, if you aren’t ready he should respect that. He didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked looking over your body for bruises or anything.

You shook your head and pushed his hands again. “That’s the problem, I wanted to have sex with him.”

“Oh?” Timmy asked.

“I love him. Of course, I wanted to have sex with him. We had a whole night plan and then I started panicking. Like we had condoms and I’m on the pill, but you know they aren’t always effective, and I started thinking about getting pregnant and how terrifying that would be. I want to go to college and my parents will kill me. On top of that, I thought about him as a father and what if he is a bad father or he gets angry sometimes and what if he hits me and I have a child with an abuser and I just spiraled--” You broke off with a sob.

Timmy hugged you again, rubbing your back, and whispering in your ear waiting for you to calm down. “Bunny, what you describe is you not being ready. And there is nothing wrong with that. I can’t begin to understand the stress and panic you mentally went through, but you are being smart. You are thinking about after sex and what can happen. Sleeping with him is a risk you don’t want to take.”

“You’ve had sex before though. Those girls didn’t care,” you huffed. Everyone was sleeping around. You didn’t think sex was a big deal and then the panic ruined everything.

“You don’t have to be like everyone else. And maybe they were fine with me being their baby daddy,” he teased.

You scoffed and pushed him away. “They would have to be delusional to want to have your babies,” you said, wiping your tears.

“What do you mean? I would be a great father,” he said, half offended.

“Sure, you will, Chalamet,” you laughed. “Thanks, Timmy. For comforting me,” you said.

“Of course. You are my best friend. I’ll always be here for you no matter what. You know that right?”

You smiled. “Of course, I know. And I will always be there for you.”

“Bunny,” Timmy whispered from his place on the sofa in your hospital room. The girls were asleep wrapped around him while you were breastfeeding one of the girls You looked up from the little sleeping face to your husband.

“Yes,” you whispered back.

“I love you so much,” he said, a goofy smile taking over his face.

You chuckled and blew him a kiss. “I love you too. You’re an amazing person, father, and husband. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend my life with.”

Moving the girls slightly, Timmy made his way over to you. He grabbed your chin, lifting your face up and kissing you deeply. You smiled into the kiss and bit his lower lip, causing him to groan.

“Bunny,” he said pulling away. “Teasing me, even now?” He shook his head.

“You love it,” you said, pecking his lips again.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I do so much.” He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, but a little cry had you two pulling away and looking at the little girl in your arms.

“I will take her,” he said eagerly taking the little girl from your arms. He smiled lovingly at the little girl. “Bonjour, mon petit poisson,” he whispered to her and moved over to sit with her in his arms. You smiled lucky that you had such an amazing husband and together you guys had the big family you always wanted.

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I know she's a fox, but she looks like my puppy dog.

she found a flower for you!

"We'll be fine, as long as we stay together"

Reflecting on the Crushes I've Had on Fictional Characters Over the Years, Apparently I Have a Type...

Goofy dorks. XD

Anyway, I'm open to writing about these fandoms (and many others). Let me know in the comments or anonymously in the "Questions/Story Requests" feature of my page if you have ideas for future pieces or stories. I'd love to hear them. :)

Never mind me just thinking of how Luke and Leia knew eachother for a few years before discovering they were twins, which means they must’ve had birthdays together before knowing they were twins.

I’m just imagining their 20th birthday, first birthday without their families, first birthday without their homes. The twins are both grieving hard. But Empire Day is coming up and the rest of the galaxy is going to celebrate what killed their adoptive parents. It sucks.

Then they find each other moping around. Luke asks what’s wrong. Leia explains it’s her birthday. Luke tells her it’s his birthday too.

…and suddenly everything feels right. Neither of them can explain it, but they both *know* they’re supposed to be together on this day. They know that it should’ve been like this their whole lives. Something that was missing clicks into place.

They are eachother’s new home.

Star Wars #33 - "Rebels in the Wild" (2017)

written by Jason Aaron art by Salvador Larroca & Edgar Delgado

Survived 10 years in the desert just to be bullied by Anakin 2.0.

OBI-WAN KENOBI | Part II

Timothee with a nasty stomach bug that had been going around and being super cuddly and clingy cuz he feels so sick. 🤒 plz ❤️

Bug

>>>puke warning<<<

You and Timothée had been dating for a couple of months the first time he visited your apartment. The two of you were going to watch a movie on your new TV - a gift to yourself after a promotion at work. It was shaping up to be the perfect casual date night until you felt him start to squirm on the couch beside you about an hour into the film.

At first, you thought he was just trying to reposition to get comfortable, but the shifting continued, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You picked up the remote and paused the show so you could look at him. You noticed he was much paler than when he walked through your door earlier.

"Are you ok?" you asked worriedly.

Timothée's face scrunched in discomfort as he removed his arm from its perch around your shoulders and leaned forward, nervously rubbing the palms of his hands on his knees. "My stomach is bothering me. Not sure why."

"Oh no. Can I get you anything? I have some Sprite and crackers."

"Maybe just some Sprite."

You untucked your leg and stood to fetch a glass of clear soda. He accepted it graciously but sipped cautiously.

"Thank you. I'll be ok. Let's keep going with the movie."

You nodded in agreement and pressed play, reclaiming your spot next to him. You were careful not to cuddle too closely, afraid that your body heat may worsen his nausea. About 15 minutes later, Timothée suddenly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, followed by the sound of violent retching.

You padded over quietly. The door didn't latch behind him, so you knocked gently and pushed it open slightly.

"Are you alright?" you called out.

You heard him spit, then groan pitifully. "Oh, God. Please don't come in. Th-this is embarrassing."

"You know I'm a pediatric nurse, right? I get puked on for a living," you replied, unfazed.

He chuckled weakly. "Fair enough."

"So can I come into my own bathroom?" you teased in an effort to lighten the mood. He simply nodded, letting his head hang over the toilet. You knelt beside him to rub soothing circles on his back. You felt him tense as a queasy burp worked its way up from his belly.

"Any clue what may be causing this? Did any food seem off today?" you inquired.

He paused to think, then shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe just a bug."

An idea occurred to you when you noticed how his now unruly curls fell into his face as he leaned forward. You stood and grabbed one of your headbands to pull it back.

"Thank you," Timothée all but whispered, resting his head on his forearm as he sat back against the wall. The peace only lasted a few moments before he was back on his knees and leaning over the toilet again. A long string of spit dripped from his mouth as his body prepared for another bout of vomiting.

"Just let it out. It'll help you feel better." You reassuringly rested your hand on his shoulder blade as he heaved repeatedly until finally emptying his stomach.

After spitting several times to clear his mouth, he sat back and looked at you. "I think it's over now." He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that."

"You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over, babe." You half-smiled kindly and ran a hand through his curls. "Why don't you stay here tonight and get some rest?"

Timothée paled again. "I- I don't know. I mean, I want to, and I was hoping to before...this...but I don't want our first time staying together overnight to be like this."

"Nonsense. For one, you don't need to drive home if you aren't feeling well. Second, there's no need to suffer alone. Here." You handed him a spare toothbrush. "When you have enough energy to stand, brush your teeth and we'll just pick up where we left off."

You stood and left the bathroom to give Timothée a moment of privacy. You heard the water run and the door open. This time, you were seated in a position to hold him instead of the other way around.

"I'm the big spoon this time," you announced defiantly and flashed a smirk.

"I yield," he replied with hands up in surrender, leaning back against your chest as he sat down on the couch. "Thank you for, uh, taking care of me." You responded simply with just a kiss on the crown of his head and unpaused the movie. Not even 10 minutes later, you heard soft snoring.

You buried your nose into his hair and whispered, "I wish I could tell you to your face that I would gladly take care of you for the rest of my days."

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Me: Oh, I need to remember to do something at work tomorrow. I'll send myself an email.

::work phone dings::

Me: Who the heck is emailing me this late?

Me: ...

Me: Oh yeah.

They gave Stephen a cape!!!!