𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴

19.

2 months later.

Pierre's P.O.V.

Today is the day the hell ends: trial. 

I have the best layer of UK, all witnesses testified during the past time and Kelly had no proof to say that she is a good parent. She is not going to be present today; I made that request because my daughter's present is required, therefore, if my child is going, that bitch should stay far away out of her sight. Judge didn't mind my request.

"Good afternoon. Are you ready?"- stated with a smily my layer Mr Spenser. 

"Good afternoon. Absolutely."- I replied, returning his hand shake. 

We still have 30 minutes before the beginning. My sons spent the last 3 hours with my little daughter in the play centre, they should be here very soon. 

"Papa!"- chirped my little sweetheart, running to me cutely, and I smiled at her breathtaking self, crouching down to her level. 

Ivory coloured, flowy dress with lovely white shoes. Our matching black leather shields her tiny self from wind. Medium length, velvety, shiny, voluminous, dark blonde hair is neatly brushed and pinned at the sides. Silky, dewy, clear, luminous skin is so beautiful and delicate. Big, angelic, heavenly, light blue eyes are sparking with so much joy and love. Dazzing, content smile adorns her plump, full, pink lips. Fuzzy is nestled in her small arms. 

God, she is heavenly. 

"Bonjour, mon petit papillon. Comment s'est déroulé le temps de jeu?"- I said happily, hugging my treasure lovingly before lifting her feathery self up in my arms, loving how she snuggled into me, wrapping her dainty arms around my neck. (Hello, my little butterfly. How was the playtime?) 

"Je me suis tellement amusé. Aresie, Winnie et Mattie sont allés sur une balançoire avec moi, nous avons glissé sur le toboggan tellement de fois, j'ai mangé une belle pomme verte et bu du thé."- chirped delightedly my daughter, beaming and glowing, making my heart brim in ecstasy. (I had so much fun. Aresie, Winnie and Mattie went on a swing with me, we slid down the slide so many times, I ate a beautiful green apple and drank tea.) 

"Je suis heureux que vous ayez passé un si bon moment, mon petit soleil."- I replied genuinely, kissing her cheek tenderly, earning the most celestial smile. (I am glad you had such a great time, my little sunshine.) 

I carried my princess inside as my boys and I talked about the trial while my baby girls cuddled up against me, hiding her comely face in my neck, looking so winsome and pure. 

"And this must be your daughter Genevieve."- said with a friendly smile Mr Spencer, approaching us. 

Vivi immediately snuck deeper in my embrace, not liking the atmosphere of court and amount of people here. 

"Tout va bien, mon petit ange. Je vous le promets, personne et rien ne vous fera jamais de mal. Vous êtes en sécurité avec moi, toujours et pour toujours."- I whispered to her calmly and meaningfully, stroking her back gently, feeling her relax slowly. (Everything is okay, my little angel. I promise, nobody and nothing will ever hurt you. You are safe with me, always and forever.) 

Her light blue eyes locked on the layer's green ones and he smiled at her as she shyly offered him a small smile in return. 

Mr Spencer ran us through all possibilities and in no time it was time to begin. Vivi went with her brothers calmly, playing with Fuzzy on Winston's lap, and I went with my layer. 

Everything was going so sublimely until one moment.

"I would like to talk with Miss Genevieve Morales."- stated the judge, making me tense up. 

She wasn't supposed to be questioned because she is just 4. Vivi had to be only present. I glanced at my baby girl, who is very tense and hidden in Winston's arms, blinking away tears. 

Of fucking course, she is scared. Some big, unfamiliar man in glasses behind high table wants to talk to her. 

"You can come to the stand with your brother, Genevieve."- assured the judge and Winston went with her as she held his thumb securely, being such a brave little girl, keeping her cool so well. 

"What can you tell me about your dad?"- asked judge as my son gently crotched down to his sister's level, holding her small hand better, which eased her nervousness and fear. 

"Papa is very kind and loving."- almost whispered Vivi, looking invisible behind the stand. 

"Does he take care of you? What does he do with you?"- asked calmly judge, smiling gently at my treasure, and she nodded. 

"Papa plays with me a lot. And he colours with me too. We go to a park every day and he reads me wonderful stories before I go to bed. Papa also makes delicious muffins and cuddles me very cosily. He is always ready to help and comfort me."- spoke softly my daughter, taking a step back to be closer to her brother, holding his thumb securer. 

"And what about your mother?"- asked the judge as it was all it took for my child to tense up to no extend and do her best to hold back the tears. 

Winston's P.O.V.

This was a shitty idea from the start - judge talking to Vivi. She is mortified of the situation and the mention of that wench didn't help at all. 

"I want papa."- whispered shakily Vivi while looking at me pleadingly, blinking away countless tears, and I glanced at papa and Mr Spencer, having no idea what to do. 

"Winnie, please. I want to go to papa. I will be very good, I promise."- whispered anxiously my little sister, holding Fuzzy tighter. 

"Let her do what she wants."- said the judge and I gladly scooped her tiny self in my arms, carrying her to papa. 

Pierre's P.O.V.

I took Vivi in my arms, my hear breaking as I saw her bloodshot red, glossy eyes and so many tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Shh, tout va bien, mon petit papillon. Je suis ici."- I whispered to her, rubbing her back tenderly, and she hid in my arms, crying silently in my chest. (Shh, everything is alright, my little butterfly. I am right here.) 

"Je serai sur mon meilleur comportement, papa, juste ne laissez pas la mère venir à moi. Je serai une très bonne fille, je vous le promets."- whispered shakily and brokenly my daughter, clutching on my shirt, and I took a deep breath, hating how much that bitch hurt my child. (I will be on my best behaviour, papa, just don't let mother come to me. I will be a very good girl, I promise.) 

"Elle ne vous reverra plus jamais, ma douceur, je vous le promets. Vous êtes en sécurité et je ne vous quitte jamais."- I promised her sincerely, kissing the top of her pretty head, and she nodded, holding me as tightly as she could, glancing at me through her damp, long, thick, beautiful lashes. (She will never ever see you again, my sweetness, I promise you that. You are safe and I am never leaving you.) 

I kissed her forehead and gently wipes away her tears, smiling warmly at her. 

"C'est ma fille."- I said calmly, smiling brighter, once my angel smiled sweetly at me, leaning in to my touch. (That's my girl.) 

I hugged her tightly, soothing her down calmly, and she took steady deep breath, relaxing more in my arms. 

The judge didn't question my baby girl any further, having seen and heard enough. He didn't have to leave to make a decision and he announced the verdict right away: Kelly will be in prisoned for 20 years for numerous crimes, I am absolutely innocent in all accusation that she made.

"Genevieve Morales is staying with her father, Pierre Orlando Morales."- the judge announced and that was all it took for me to grin happily. 

I chuckled when my girl hugged me tighter, absorbing the same sentence, and kissed her temple, being so grateful for this. 

In a moment the trial ended, I signed all necessary papers and sighed in relief. 

My children are safe and free from the heavy past. I am with my sons and daughter, I am right by their side, they are smiling at me and hugging me. 

This is all I have ever wanted. The hell is over and now it is time to be the father my perfect children deserve.