Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Nanny (P6)

Warnings - fighting, bad parenting, mentions of trauma from verbal abuse, someone hitting someone else, considering a restraining order, drunk parents, smut, mother nearly hitting child, slut shaming language

Olivia came teetering over to the table. She had unwashed hair and smelled of booze. She was glaring at me, and I felt like I might melt.

"Mommy!" Klaus cried. He reached out for her. I looked at Timothée for permission, he nodded sadly. I handed over Klaus.

"Hey baby, how is Mommy's boy?" she asked Klaus and he giggled.

"Stinky mommy," he laughed.

"Hey," she snapped. "Don't you dare say that."

I watched her raise her hand. I was about to fly forward but, she looked around and chose to lower it. I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. I was trying to stop seeing red as Olivia held Klaus. The rest of the party was awkwardly silent. I looked around for Timothée, he was making a call.

"So nice of you to come Olivia," I said with fake kindness. "Just in time for Klaus to blow out his candles. I held up the camera, as I watched Timothée wave me on, I nodded.

"Make a wish Klaus," Olivia said as I lit the candles. He blew on them. After several adorable tries, I asked if he wanted help. He said yes, so I helped blow them out. Soon, Timothée was back by my side again. I heard him curse under his breath as Olivia nearly dropped Klaus into the cake with her drunken movements.

I couldn't believe he was just trying to play this off like nothing was wrong. Did he think he was that bad of a parent, that this alternative was better. I knew he wanted things to be good for Klaus, but holy hell this wasn't safe.

"Why don't I take Klaus the Mouse over to his presents," Timothée said, when Olivia nearly dropped Klaus for a second time. To my surprise, Olivia let Timothée take their son.

"Could you tell me exactly who you are?" Olivia demanded before I could follow Timothée.

"I'm y/n y/l/n, the nanny, we've met before Olivia," I said patiently.

"You must've gotten even uglier or something because I don't remember you," she said in a sneer. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to take her bait. I tried to walk away,

"Hey," she grabbed my arm.

"You are not to hold my son, I'm going to tell Timothée I want you fired. You dress like a whore, and you probably are a whore for him too. You don't deserve to be here. I'm Klaus's fucking mom!"

I threw my head back in a long, loud laugh, and now people were looking.

"Mom?" I said through giggles. "You don't even know what the word means. While you're off galavanting, you know who feeds him, changes his diapers, cheers over his pictures, comforts him when he's crying about YOU? Timothée, it's all Timothée. You were just an incubator, he's Klaus's true family," I spat out. Once I'd started, I hadn't been able to stop.

"You don't know shit about Timothée! He's a grade A degenerate. He's awful, he's the most cowardly man in the world. He's full of so much shit it's spewing out his ears. I don't know why I ever let that idiot get me pregnant," Olivia screamed.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Is that why you cheated? Is that why you left, because of him?"

"He told you that?" She looked furious.

"Yeah, he did, because unlike you, he can trust me. Klaus deserves so much better than you. I can't wait for the day he's old enough to realize it and tell you that."