Info - still born, depression, stopping therapy, blaming yourself for things, pregnancy, unprotected sex, nudes, manipulation, worried about stealing someone's life, trauma, PTSD, toxic family, conspiracy theories, hate comments, mentions of baby trapping, mentioning Almost dying, oral (male receiving), stalker, mouth fucking
It'd been a year since Lavender. We were healing slowly. The kids especially. I hated how Belle had turned into a little warrior Princess, she no longer clung to anyone. She was always the first to let us know if something was wrong with one of the other kids. Laurie was more serious now, but also more caring. Jude had started talking and walking. Lila and Louis were delights, but very wary. It seemed they only wanted me or Timothée.
Timothée had taken a long hiatus from acting. I felt awful, like I'd taken him away from his world. I felt worse every time I read an article, or he was spotted going out. The world didn't know of our tragedy, he'd kept it well hidden. To the world, Timothée Chalamet had been blessed with twins.
I was falling deeper into the rabbit hole of self doubt. I'd started actively searching hate for me online. They said I'd changed him, stolen him right when he was at his peak. They said he could've changed even more history if I'd just taken my claws out of him. Now I'd baby trapped him, multiple times over so that he was so busy, he couldn't do anything. Then there was the conspiracies. When Zendaya and Tom had joked about us abandoning them on the baby moon, the fans had taken it so seriously. They'd decided that Timothée had been too nice to Z, and I had toxicly made him leave. I felt dismal. I didn't tell Timothée, but I quit therapy.
"Baby, I'd really love to see you play a character in the new thriller from Blumhouse," I said one day.
"Okay, someone has been snooping through my phone," he said, and put his arms around me as I prepared dinner. He kissed up my neck.
"Why don't you ever take parts anymore?" I asked as casually as I could.
"I've got more than enough going on," he chuckled. "Also stop making dinner."
"Why?" I asked. Therapy and my admittance that I didn't blame him had helped Timothée in multitudes. He was practically himself again. Of course he'd always hold Lavender in his heart, but he no longer blamed himself. It was I was wearing a mask most of the time. Now I felt all the guilt of stealing his life. I felt like I'd stolen a priceless gem with a deep history, and not just stolen it, but broken it by nearly dying, and not saving our baby. What Timothée was now was a shoddily glued together piece that I was hoarding for my own personal interest.
"Why?" I asked.
"Mon amour, I haven't spoiled you in over a year. We're going out on the town. We're going to live it up!"
"But, Louis, and Lila," I said worriedly. We had NEVER left them alone. We were a bit overprotective after everything that happened.
"I got my mom, plus the nanny. They'll be fine. Please go out with me my darling wife. I miss showing you off. I got you a new dress and everything. I want another scandalous news article like when we fucked in the water," he beamed.
I felt all the comments about our baby moon flash through my head, and faked a smile.
"Of course," I said gently. I went upstairs and got myself ready for him, but worry kept gnawing at me. As I applied makeup an odd sensation came over me. I opened my Instagram, and snapped a picture of myself and posted it with Timothée tagged. He immediately liked it and wrote "come downstairs already xoxo" underneath. We were rarely so open on social media.
Finally I was done and I came down stairs. Timothée ran a hand down his face in disbelief as I twirled for him. He caught me and kissed me immediately. His hair was extra curly, he must've done it while I was getting ready.
"I'll take good care of the kids mommy," Belle told me stoically.
"I know you will darling," I smiled. I kissed Laurie goodbye, who didn't turn his head from the show about the top ten most dangerous reptiles. Jude gave me a winning smile from Nicole's arms. I kissed the babies on their fuzzy heads and Timothée did too.
He had a limo waiting outside for us. I was reminded of our first date when he'd tried to charm me with money. I had cut right through that crap and found the real him.
"You look absolutely perfect," he said, pulling me onto his lap the moment the doors shut. He began to kiss me hungrily.
"How much longer till we get there, where did you book?" I panted into the kiss as I gripped his shoulders hard. I wanted him so bad, I needed to prove I hadn't tricked him, I hadn't trapped him, he was still happy.
"Twenty minutes, why?" He asked, I slithered to my knees and his eyes popped out of his head. I rubbed him over his clothes and he captured his lip between his teeth and moaned.
"Baby, you have no idea how you get me going, it's insanity," he whined as I took his thick length out of his boxers. He looked at me eagerly.
"Rough, or gentle?" I asked.
"I want the wife special," he beamed.
"And what's that?" I asked.
"The perfect mix of both, because you know me so damn well," he said, as the pad of his thumb swiped my lips.
"Coming right up," I smiled. I did know the way he liked it. First I needed to me rough, I forced him down my throat eagerly. I sucked hard, bobbing my head, and forcing my need to gag away. The darling noises he was making was enough to repay me. I squeezed his balls.
"Shit baby, no one does it like you. You never let me forget how elite you are," he said and wound his hands in my hair. I slackened my jaw. He rutted down my throat, his head touching the back.
"Ohhhh, you make me curl my toes, and whimper, and fucking feel pleasure in every inch of my body Mon amour!"
Just as he was nearing his peak, he needed me to take back control, and ease up. I slowly pulled off his cock. I smiled at him, a string of saliva connecting my lip to his tip.
"Meeting you was the best moment of my life," he said sincerely, and I felt that odd guilt again. Why was it me? It shouldn't be me. It should've been him wining more Oscars than any other actor. It should be him landing his dream role. I pushed away the thoughts.
I gently and slowly licked his slit.
"You knew exactly what I meant," he said as he leaned back to relax. I carefully squeezed his wet shaft. I made out slowly with his head, using a lot of tongue. The grunts and huffs of pleasure had turned into stifled whimpers and breathless whines. He threw his arms across his mouth to muffle his need.
I licked up his cock like a popsicle. I did it again and again. Finally, I slowly slid him back into my mouth.
"Holy-" he began to spurt down my throat. I obediently swallowed the large load, gulping.
"You are everything," he panted and pulled me into his lap. Now that he's gotten some neediness out of his system for now, he was cuddly.
"Love of my life," he said, kissing every part of my skin he could reach.
"I really do love you Timothée, a lot," I said, and I felt weepy, like I wouldn't be seeing him for a while. I remembered the ache in my chest when he would leave for filming. I deserved to feel that again, just like he deserved to feel the thrill of acting. I knew what I'd do, I'd contact Luca, but for now I'd enjoy my husband.
While Timothée organized our table be as secluded as possible, I looked through the comments on my picture. Most were positive, some brutal, some jealousy, and then there was one that stuck out.
"So glad to see the two of you are going strong after everything your dad did. Have a great day. I heard you had twins lately!! 💖💖💖"
Who in the world would know about what happened with Timothée and my dad? I looked at the profile and the woman did look familiar. Nikki Trepasso, it sounded familiar.
"Baby, I have something on the tip of my tongue," I said as he led me to the table. "Can you help me remember?"
"Of course sweetness," he said as he pulled a chair out for me.
"Trepasso, where have I heard that name?" I asked. He made a face.
"You really can't remember?" He asked.
"No, I don't," I said.
"Your dad, when he got married, her name was Shiree Thompson-Trepasso, hyphenated, but then she took your dad's last name, your last name, before I married you."
"Oh yeah, so her kids would still be the Tompson-Trepasso's and her sister would still be Trepasso," I mused, remembering that Nikki was Shiree's younger sister.
"Baby, forget about bad things, let's focus on us," he said gently. I sent Nikki a quick thank you in her IM's and put my phone away.
"Do you remember how we met?" I asked him, with a small smile.
"Are you kidding me," he scoffed.
"Go on and tell me then," I challenged.
"You spilled your coffee on me then nearly screamed that I was Timothée Chalamet until I slapped my hand over your mouth and dragged you out."
"And then I told you I was super sorry, and started freaking out that I couldn't pay you back for what I was sure was a five thousand dollar shirt," I said, reaching across to touch his hand.
"And I was so fucking enchanted with your adorable worry, and how gorgeous you were, and the pencil behind your ear and fuck, I just had to use my chance to ask you out," he said, and rubbed his thumb against my hand. Enchanted, had I enchanted him or cursed him?
"And?" I asked, needing him to confirm that he wanted me again. I was terrible, such a great husband who had given me six children, and stayed loyal, and I was being this way. Maybe I should go back to my therapist, but she'd tell me that it was okay, and he loved me and maybe he didn't need his acting anymore.
"And I fell head over heels, started believing in soul mates, and proposed within the year, and I've been falling ever since," he sighed.
"Is that true Timmy?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"Huh?" He was awoken from the reverie of staring at me.
"Do, do you ever regret how many kids we had? You haven't done a movie in years, just a few commercials and a cameo."
"....I do miss acting, but I'd rather be with you and the kids," he said simply. "It's a simple case of either or, and I've made my choice."
My heart stuttered. An ultimatum, I'd been giving him one this whole time and I didn't know. I gulped. I knew I had to push now.
"I want you to work again, I think it would be good for us," I said in a whisper.
"Y/n," he said more sharply than I thought. "Can we just focus on us tonight?"
"Of course," I said quickly.
We got our meal and slipped back into conversation about our dating days. I couldn't stop the guilt as he talked about how infatuated he had been with me. How had I managed to ensorcel him?
When Timmy went to the bathroom I picked up my phone to see a message from Nikki.
"Hey girlie! Sorry if me reaching out was weird. I know your dad destroyed your relationship with my sister and him, but I always thought you seemed nice."
"Hi Nikki, I didn't think it was weird at all. Just because my dad is an ass, doesn't mean you are haha. Thanks for the well wishes."
Timothée took longer in the bathroom than I thought he would. Nikki were conversing a lot. It felt nice to have someone that was technically family, and knew what I was talking about. She was dating a famous DJ, and could get insecure as well.
Suddenly my phone rang. It was...Timothée? I answered.
"Baby?" I asked.
"Have you seen your texts Mon amour?" He whispered. I'd been so interested in Nikki that I hadn't been looking.
"Oh," I shuddered when I saw the nudes he'd sent me, and the needy texts.
"Coming," I said immediately.
The moment I was in the mens bathroom I was pressed against the wall and kissed with a passion that was rare in our busy life.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he said into my mouth. "I know you've been feeling off lately, and I just wanted to say I adore you."
"I'm not off," I lied.
"You aren't? You promise?" He asked.
"I'm better than I've been in months," I lied again.
"Well, I still adore you," he smiled. "And I still desperately want to fuck you like crazy."
"Can I pull on your hair like a lot? It looks orgasm worthy," I said, pulling a curl.
"Of course," he beamed. I was kissing him and pulling on his hair in seconds. I let myself forget my problems as I drowned in the love my husband provided.
"I love that you're mine," he said, and nuzzled his nose into my neck. I kept myself anchored in his curls. He pulled up my dress and entered me. He went deep and his thrusts were so full of passion and love.
"Timothée, I love you," I gasped as he pumped and pumped.
"Oh, oh, Tim, I can't," I said and I meant it. I felt so overwhelmed. I knew this was a turning point, just as the triplets birth had been. Something in the air was going to change.
"Don't ever leave me," he said, and these weren't words he ever used, maybe he felt it too.
"I won't," I promised.
"Love isn't a strong enough word for what I feel for you," he moaned as he fucked into me. It was delicious and sensational, just like every time with him was, even if it was in a restaurant bathroom.
We spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing. However, when the night came to and end the winds of change still moved.
Nikki and I had been talking everyday. She was the only sane one it seemed. She GOT it. I HAD manipulated Timothée, I had stolen his life, I had to make this right. I was so glad I had her, because I was pregnant again, AGAIN, and I had no idea what to do. Timothée was so manipulated by me he'd probably be fine with another baby, but Nikki understood how corrupt I really was, how manipulative I was, and how I was so horrible I couldn't ever save the life of my baby. I had to make myself pay, and I think Nikki could help.