Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 7. Weirdo's Past

Kev and V were told a couple of days ago that an acquaintance of Y/N's was going to visit him and asked if she could stay for a day. They didn't think much about it, and since they could learn more about the Russian, they agreed.

When the day arrived, an expensive car appeared in front of the house. The three stood outside, with Kev and V wondering who Y/N's friend could be. That's when a man in a suit got out of the front seat, walked over to the back door, and opened it. A young, white woman with long blonde hair stepped out of the car. She wore a red hat, a white fur jacket, designer jeans, and high heels. In her arms was her 6-month-old baby. Behind her sunglasses, she noticed Y/N and smiled widely.

"Y/N!" she said excitedly, walking over to her long-lost one-sided friend. "Ça fait trop longtemps! Tu as l'air en pleine forme!" 'It's been too long! You look great!'

"Je sais." 'I know.' Y/N replied.

Kev and V looked puzzled upon hearing both of them speaking French.

"Since when does he know French?" V wondered out loud.

In the background, the man in the suit, along with the driver, walked to the back of the car to retrieve several pink suitcases. Then the two 'friends' made their way to the house.

"Laisse-moi te présenter mon frère et sa partenaire." 'Let me introduce you to my brother and his partner.' Y/N said.

They walked over to Kev and V, who looked curious at the woman.

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Charlotte Devereaux, et voici mon fils, Treasure." 'Hello, my name is Charlotte Devereaux, and this is my son, Treasure.' Charlotte said, smiling. She looks at V before glancing back at Y/N. "Elle ressemble un peu aux gens de la ferme." 'She kind of looks like the people from the farm.'

"Char, tu ne peux pas dire ça ici. Ils n'aiment pas le racisme ici." 'Char, you can't say that here. They don't like racism here.'

"Oh."

Kev grew tired of hearing them speak French. "Can someone speak English, please?"

"This is Charlotte and her son, Treasure." Y/N explained.

Charlotte smiled excitedly. "But I suppose we should say our son."

Kev and V both looked surprised. "Your son?"

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After the men in suits put her suitcases in the house, the four of them sat in the living room, where they chatted and drank some coffee. Y/N was holding his son.

"So, we met – like, two years ago. We hired him as one of my bodyguards. But... I never viewed him as one."

"She tried fucking me, but then I told her I like guys."

"Which still sucks, because we would make a great couple." Charlotte continued, explaining further. Kev and V listened closely, still not believing what was happening. "Anyway, I had to marry this ugly guy, but he was, like, really ugly, and I don't want to push something ugly down my vag."

"So, she bought my sperm." Y/N added.

"You're the biological father?" Kevin asked, shocked.

"Yeah." The foreigner answered like it was nothing.

"Huh..." V hummed. "So what are your family doing?"

"We own a farm." Charlotte answered with a kind smile. "Just in Mauritius."