WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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When mom walks back in, Pierre and I are sitting at the kitchen table again and the bag of frozen peas is against his already blue cheek. 

"That guy certainly has a good punch, too bad I couldn't get a swing at him myself." 

"Pierre!" I exclaim, but when he looks at me I see he is just teasing me. "Jerk..." Mom smiles, especially when Pierre gives me a kiss on my cheek. 

"So what brings you here Pierre?" The answer was obvious to mom, I knew that. She just wanted to hear him say it. 

"I came for your daughter ma'am. I'm so sorry, I haven't even introduced myself properly." He puts down the bag and stands up to introduce himself to mom. I smile, he is genuinely so sweet. 

"It is lovely to meet you, Pierre. I have heard a lot about you, as a driver, but also as a person." I blush slightly and Pierre looks at me with a grin. 

"Last time she told me..." 

"First of all, that was a joke," I start to defend myself. "Secondly, you were my favourite driver before I met you, so..."

"Before we met? So not anymore?" I chuckle and walk up to Pierre and mom and wrap my arms around the Frenchman. 

"Now you're the only driver I pay attention at." He smiles proudly and when I look at mom, I can see she almost starts to cry. "Oh oh... Mom..." I let go of Pierre and I softly laugh as I now engulf her in a hug. "I love you too." Mom chuckles now as well. 

"I'm just happy you now found someone who seems to be actually good for you." My hearts starts racing and I shoot Pierre a look. 

"I certainly have found someone like that now. Otherwise, you have the permission to kill." 

"Your father will be happy to have permission for that, but do I get the permission for torture in that case." I nod. 

"Do I have to get scared." I shake my head. 

"Why should you, you were not planning on hurting me right" Pierre shook his head. 

"Never."