[one shot]
[requested by LilithLilac63 . thank you so much for this request and thank you for being patient with me!]
Once Pierre and Y/n were happy together but after a couple of years they broke up, leaving their newborn kid with divorced parents. It all goes well until Pierre's new girlfriend disrespects their basic agreements.

side information:
— your child is called Noah, you can decide wether they are a boy or a girl
— this one shot takes place in 2024, so Pierre will be 28/29 years old

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"Hello this is Y/n, I'm currently not available so leave your message after the beep or call back later, thank you!" Not long after the beep there was a message spoken to be left.

It drew Y/n's interest as not a lot of people actually left a voice message on her old home phone. It was one of the older models which was still connected with a wie, but you could hear it when someone left a voicemail.

Obviously, Y/n was home and available, but the 28 year old woman was too caught up in her work to get up from her desk chair and pick up the phone when it rang.

The familiar voice of her friend, Charlotte Siné, sounded through the coms and the message was a bit vague. "Hey love, please check your phone and call me back when you need to, I'm here for you if you need someone to vent to and to say the least, I now hate Pierre's new girlfriend."

Y/n didn't know what to expect now but she decided to check her chat with Charlotte on Whatsapp anyway.

Pierre and her used to be together for quite a few years and even got engaged when it became clear that the then 25 year olds were expecting a child. They weren't planned, but welcomed them with open arms when their baby was born nine months after. It had been an easy pregnancy and all seemed to go well during the nine months and after as well, but unfortunately the pair grew out of love.

There was nothing to be done about it anymore and they broke up a year later on good terms. Still, Pierre and Y/n stayed in contact. Not as much as before, but they occasionally chatted when they met in the city and of course when they switched their kid, Noah, between houses. They had made very clear agreements when it came to their child, as they both loved them and as they both had custody over him until they'd become 18.

Y/n didn't really care about Pierre's new girlfriends he'd get, as she wished him all the best and it was none of her business anymore, so it took her by surprise when Charlotte mentioned Pierre's newest fling. They just started dating and she knew she was a model. She was beautiful really, and Y/n would be lying if she said that she didn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy. She wasn't jealous of their relationship, but just of her beauty.

Charlotte sent her a bunch of screenshots and as soon as she opened the pictures, it became clear why the always so sweet girl had used such strong words. This was the first weekend Noah would be at their father's house together with Katarina, the new girlfriend of his. The screenshots were of Katarina's Instagram story and they showed her holding the young child with a bright smile on her face. It was a good picture, but the fact that their agreement on the privacy of the child was broken boiled Y/n's blood.

Honestly Y/n had been glad to have a long weekend off without her child, as work had been stressful and taking care of a young child alongside of it was draining her energy from her body. She had been having a little self care moment yesterday, doing her hair and nails, and today she was catching up with small bits of work, not overworking herself. But now she regretted giving her kid away for the weekend.

She immediately called her friend back, who had already been waiting for the call so she picked up within a few dialing tones. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry for what happened. I don't know how he could let something like that happen. Are you okay?" Charlotte immediately blurted out, not giving Y/n a chance to speak up first.

"No, I'm not okay. My trust is deeply broken and I am really mad at Pierre." Her voice was dangerously calm and Charlotte picked up the tone of her friend's voice as well. "We made clear agreements when it came to Noah but he seemed to have forgotten about them. I'll be giving him a call shortly."

"Alright, I think that's a smart plan. But please remain okay to him. I don't want you to regret your words after you said them." The young woman knew Y/n all too well, and knew that she could have a short temper sometimes and then she'd be out of control of her words. Of course, Charlotte was angry as well, but she had a feeling that this wasn't completely Pierre's mistake and she didn't want him to get completely destroyed by her girl friend's words.

Y/n promised that she would be aware of what she would be saying and the two women hung up, only for Y/n to call the next person: her ex-fiancé and father of her child. Again, it didn't take a long time before the phone on the other side was picked up, but now Y/n made sure she would be the one to speak first.

"Pierre, what the fuck do you think you are doing? I thought we had it all clear about Noah!" she yelled through the phone. The man on the other side of the line flinched at the sudden loud voice and was confused as to why his ex was so angry. What did he do with Noah that wouldn't be okay.

"Hey Y/n, I have honestly no clue what you are talking about, but can I come over so we can talk about it without yelling at each other through the phone?"

"Yeah, funny guy you are. I am coming over to yours and I will be taking Noah with me. And tell that stupid ass girlfriend of yours to delete her existence off of Instagram. Check it and then think about if you still don't know what you have done."

And with that, the phone call ended and Y/n was quick to lace her shoes and hop into the car. She definitely risked a speeding ticket along the way as she was driving far over the limit. In her defense, it was very quiet on the roads so she wouldn't bring herself or others in danger. But she managed to make a 30 minute drive a 20 minute drive, and Pierre didn't expect her to be at his place this fast.

He opened the door for her, letting her in without questioning her mood, as he knew that would not be a smart move. It would only make her angrier than she already was. Pierre hadn't had the time to look at his girlfriend's Instagram page yet because he drove straight home from the gym after he got the phone call. He knew when Y/n was angry, she was being serious, so it must have been something for real.

Y/n stormed inside, not caring about the confused look on Pierre's face and barged right into the garden where she'd thought to find her child. And she was right. Katarina was holding Noah in her arms and had a smile plastered on her face just like the picture, only this time the smile was directed to Y/n. And it wasn't a genuine smile. It was a fake and devious smile which sent small shivers down Y/n's spine.

She stood still for a second, not believing her eyes, but then continued in her tracks and snatched Noah from the model's arms. "You bitch. Pierre definitely told you about everything and still you manage to have the audacity to go on and expose my child to the world." she spat, holding her child close to her chest. Noah was still too young to understand what they were saying, so there wasn't a risk of them copying their mother's words.

Pierre had followed the angry woman outside and heard the conversation, or well, the accusation. His eyes widened and immediately took his phone out of his pocket and opened Instagram as Y/n had told him to do in the call. And if it was even possible, his eyes grew wider again when he saw his girlfriend's recent Instagram storypost. "Katarina..." he said. His voice was soft and it broke mid-name, but it was loud enough to be heard.

The man seemed so suddenly and genuinely broken that Y/n instantly regretted her words said to Pierre, like Charlotte predicted already. It seemed that he truly knew nothing about what happened and that was the truth.

Pierre had gone to the gym to do exercises together with his trainer and had been gone for the whole morning. He knew that a friend of Katarina's would come over and he said it'd be fine as long as they kept an eye on Noah. Which was, looking back on it, really what they did. The two had done a complete photoshoot with his child and even dared to put some up on the internet.

When Katarina and him got together, Katarina knew about Noah and Pierre made it clear that Noah would stay out of the media and press as the young parents wanted their baby to grow up in peace and without the constant attention of the paparazzi.
"You are going to delete those posts right now." His voice was still trembling but now the anger was to be heard in his voice too. He was demanding his soon to be new ex-girlfriend to remove all of the footage from all her media platforms.

Both him and Y/n knew that it was no use really to delete them as probably thousands of people had already seen the pictures and were starting to spread them all across the internet to them to be there forever.

Katarina reluctantly deleted the story posts after trying giving Pierre a pouty face to keep the pictures up, but her expressions didn't work on him. After Instagram, she also deleted them from her gallery under Pierre's prying eyes and he told her to wait in the backyard as he would walk his child and his ex-fiancée out.

When they were standing in the front door, Pierre apologized for what happened, but he knew that Y/n wouldn't be able to forgive and forget, she wasn't like that. And what once were the things he fell for, were now working against him.

"If this happens again, you will not be seeing Noah again for a really long time. I think this wasn't your mistake that was made, but you made the mistake to trust that twat standing in your backyard, who you are calling your girlfriend."

He tried his best to hold back a chuckle when he heard her use the British swear name which she only used when she was annoyed or angry with someone else. She was British but had been living in France for over five years now and she was fluent in French. So by hearing the English curse in between the French, it was hard not to crack a smile, but he managed not to.
"It won't happen again. I am breaking up with her. This is one of the many tricks she's pulled the past few weeks. It's done now. I'll be more careful in the future. Again, I am so sorry. I will make sure to avoid any questions asked by the press about Noah or you."

"That's not information for me to know, but I hope you make the right decision. I do believe that decision would be the right one though." Y/n replied, feeling like she just invaded Pierre's private life which she didn't want at all, but she let it slide. He probably just needed someone to vent to as well, but she wouldn't be the right person for that.

She stepped out of the doorframe to leave and she was debating if she should give him a hug, like they always did when leaving each other's house, or not because she was still angry. He noticed her hesitation and pulled her into a short hug and cracked a small smile, which she fortunately returned. She then turned around to walk towards the car with the toddler in her arms.

She would be taking care of Noah for a bit longer now until she was sure she could trust Pierre again, but she was happy to know that he regretted what happened and that he would leave the model after all of her actions, apparently. Again, it was none of her business what happened, but she still cared for Pierre and wanted him to be happy. After all, that's what he wanted for her as well.