Warnings - asshole Timmy, break up, pregnancy, giving birth, reuniting, apologies, cursing in front of a child, single mom, mentions of cheating, breaking up over text
"You're gonna find someone else," I said, teary eyed. Cameras were snapping photos of us but I didn't care.
"Mon Amor, you underestimate how irresistible you are," he chuckled.
"This is serious, I'm so worried," I said, running my hands up and down his arms.
"I love you, I'm not going to find someone else," he said, looking directly into my eyes.
"I love you too," I said.
"Give me a goodbye kiss," he requested. I kissed him long and hard, wanted to convey with my lips how much I'd miss him.
"I've gotta go now," he whispered.
"I know," I pouted.
"I'll be back before you know it," he beamed.
"Doubtful," I said.
Soon he was gone and I watched until his plane took off. I went mournfully back to my house.
The weeks passed and Timothée became more and more distant. He used to call every night, and text all day, now, it wasn't the same. There were rumors of the intense chemistry between him and costar, Destiny, on set.
I called him after a great day. I needed to tell him my news. I dialed him three times, he finally picked up.
"Shut up," he giggled with someone in the background. "Hey baby."
"Hi," I said, so happy to hear his voice. It'd been a week since the last call. I heard feminine laughter in the background and tried to ignore my sinking heart.
"Guess what! I bought a car," I said happily.
"Oh no that sucks babe," he said sorrowfully.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"You had a bad fall?" Timothée guessed.
"Are you even listening to me? I said I bought a car!"
"Oh wow, that's fantastic."
"How are you doing?" I asked,
"Never better," he laughed. My heart sunk a little more. I didn't expect him to be miserable, but never better was a weird thing to say.
"That's great," I said, masking my sadness. I had something else to tell him. I was pretty sure I was pregnant, but I didn't want to break that news over the phone.
"Look, baby, I can't really talk right now. I've gotta go, I'm sorry," he said distractedly, and I heard someone say something.
"That's fine," I said, but he'd clicked off before hearing my answer. I felt tears sting my eyes. I shouldn't be crying, I was being too needy. I needed to be strong.
In the fourth month of my pregnancy, he broke up with me over text. He said he wanted to be with his costar, and he didn't want to cheat on me, so he had to do it this way. I was devastated. I was so angry I blocked him on everything and lost his number. I would never tell him about the baby.
My mom was my best friend throughout the process. She gave me baby clothes, and threw me a shower. I loved that baby growing inside me, but sometimes it made me sad. I half wanted him to be the spitting image of Timothée and half wanted him to look nothing like him.
My mother was alarmed, when on the day of his birth, I named the baby Hal. She said it would only hurt more, but I thought it might make it hurt less.
I loved my little Hal more than anything in the world. He was the spitting image of Timmy, bouncy brown curls, hazel eyes, freckle skinned. He was adorable, and got compliments everywhere we went.
I never hid Hal's parentage from him. I let him watch Wonka, one of the only movies appropriate for his age. When he got older he'd see the others too. He loved watching his dad walking around in a top hat.
"Daddy," he said at the tv.
"Good job angel," I said as I prepared for our walk and picnic.
"Daddy, has hat," he said joyously.
"Yes he does, you have a hat just like it," I said, it'd been his birthday present a few months back, for his second birthday.
"Same as Daddy," he beamed.
"Yup, and you have the same eyes," I said, pointing to his eyes. "And the same freckles," I booped his nose, and he giggled. "And the same crazy curls!" I ruffled his hair.
"Wear hat on walk?" He requested.
"Sure baby," I said with a smile.
We got everything together and went out, Hal proudly wearing his top hat, and marching. I was lost in thought, when Hal started up an ear piercing screech.
"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" He yelled, I'd never heard him say it like that.
"Baby, what are you talking about. Daddy is back on the tv."
"Y/n," I heard a breathless voice say. I looked up in absolute shock, to see Timothée. I placed a hand over my mouth as Hal screamed, begging Timothée to pick him up.
"Hey there you, is this your mommy?" He asked Hal. Hal nodded excitedly, still begging to be picked up. Timothée obliged him, and went in to hug me, but I backed away. His face fell.
"What's your name cutie?" He asked Hal. Hal looked more content then I'd ever seen him. There was even a change in his eyes as he laid his head on his father's shoulder.
"Hal," he squeaked
"Hey," Timmy laughed. "That's my....." he trailed off, and his mouth fell open. He turned to me slowly.
"He's mine?" He whispered, awe and tears filling his eyes.
"No he's mine," I snapped, Timothée looked hurt. "But if you wanna know who provided the sperm, yeah it was you."
"I didn't know," he said, his grip on Hal tighter now.
"Of course you didn't know, you were off gallivanting with Destiny, where is she by the way?" I demanded. Timothée pointed a short ways a way to a pregnant woman on a park bench. Fiery anger consumed me. She was getting everything I'd never had.
"Wonderful, congratulations," I rolled my eyes.
"It, it isn't mine," he said slowly. "She uh, cheated on me."
"You deserve that," I said without remorse.
"I know I do," he said, looking at the ground.
"Hat like you," Hal said, beaming.
"Yeah," Timothée said, staring at the small boy with wide eyes.
"Wonka!" Hal commented.
"Wait, he knows? You didn't tell me, but he knows?"
"Why do you think he was screaming 'Daddy'? He earned the privilege of knowing, unlike you. What you did to me was so horrible, so selfish!"
"I know, I'm so sorry, believe me I am," he said, and tears filled his eyes.
"Can we go out somewhere?" He asked pleadingly.
"What about Destiny?" I asked.
"I actually, just broke up with her. She knew it was coming, and didn't really mind. So I'm free to do whatever I want with you."
"I wonder," I said sarcastically, and covered Hal's ears. "How many times I would've had to suck your cock to get an in-person break up."
"I know," he hung his head. "What I did was beyond terrible. Can't you let me try to make up for it a little?"
I was about to say no, when I looked at Hal. Hal was so happy. He loved his daddy already. I owed it to Hal to have just one conversation with Timothée.
"Fine," I said, and let him guide me. Hal wasn't letting him go, and Timmy wasn't letting Hal go. We ended up at a small cafe. We ordered, and got Hal a high chair. Hal was humming 'Hat Full of Dreams', as he scribbled on the kids place mat.
"First, I want to say I'm truly sorry for what I did. Nothing makes it acceptable. I have changed though, I've gone to therapy. I-I have thought about you every day since I realized what I did was so shitty."
I glared at him for the curse word. He looked alarmed.
"Sorry, bad," he amended.
"If you've ever sat around and wished I was aching without you, you would've gotten your wish. About a year after, I started missing you like crazy. I couldn't find you since you moved out. I began comparing everything Destiny did to you. I would cry, I would break things. I finally went to therapy because I felt so messed up about messing up the best thing I ever had. I feel like the worlds biggest idiot."
"You kinda are," I smirked.
"I even started praying I'd bump into you someday. I pictured myself getting on my knees and making this big proclamation that swept you off your feet. When I saw you I just froze, and then I was in front of you without even realizing what had happened."
"So you're saying you still love me?" I asked.
"Desperately," he breathed. "I want this, I want Hal, I want you, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. You want me to quit work, I will. You want my money? Take it, it's yours. Nothing is as precious as your heart."
"You always were a helpless romantic," I chuckled through the tears that had welled in my eyes.
"Only for you," he promised, tentatively reaching across the table to take my hands.
"I would like you to take a break from work, we'll need to be around each other to see if this can really work."
"Done," he said, a light of hope in his eyes.
"I never really got over you. I haven't felt the same about anyone since you, and I've really tried," I told him, he leaned down and kissed my hands.
"I was so stupid, so, so stupid," he said earnestly.
"I'm going to kiss you now, but don't think that means you're off the hook," I told him seriously, and he nodded. I leaned forward and let my lips touch his. The instant sparks made me breathless. This was home, he was home.