As soon as we headed out of the restaurant, we were bombarded by paparazzi. And this time it wasn't only that it was bothering me like it does in general, it was bothering me because I didn't want my newborn kids to react a certain way. And this is exactly what we didn't need.
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'Oh my god.' I roll my eyes and hide Camille under my jacket.
'This is not happening again.' Kylian rolls his eyes and does the same thing to Pierre.
'Patricia Patricia, Kylian Kylian. How do you feel now that you're parents?'
'Is parenthood hard?'
'Was the only reason you got back together so you could both finally settle down?'
'Shut the fuck up.' I turn to face the paparazzi.
'What made you guys get back together?'
'Okay seriously, she's holding the child. Back the fuck up. Honestly.' Kylian pushes the paparazzi out of the way.
'We're sorry we're sorry.' the paparazzi step back.
'Shut up. Just shut up. My days. Can't even walk out of a restaurant with my own fucking family seriously.' I roll my eyes and head into the car.
'Fucking crazy.' I roll my eyes as I step out of the car.
'I know. Just too much.' Kylian agrees.
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A Never Ending Chapter
FanfictionPatricia Davies, ex girlfriend of Kylian Mbappe, known to have broken up quite a while ago. But what happens when she makes a sudden return to Paris?
