Ex-FrancisxChubby!Mama!Readerx2p!England

You smiled as you looked at your sons sleeping. The two four-year-oldes were absolutely adorable, you had been going out with a man named Francis Boffunery You had started going out during junior year of high school and by freshman year of college the two of you lived together. In sophomore year of college you found out you were pregnant. When you had told him you didn't know how he'd react however you didn't think it'd be as bad as it was, he ran away. He packed his bags and his eyes had been cold and heartless as he left on the first plane to France. You had cried but you hadn't tried to stop him. The second you thought that you could possibly be pregnant that little jellybean in your womb became your whole world.

It had turned out not just one but two, twins. Fraternal twin sons, Alfred and Matthew. They looked so much alike that some mistook them for identical twins, they both had the same luxurious blonde hair Francis had, Matthew with a stubborn curl and Alfred with a cowlick that would never be brushed down with the rest of their hair, Francis's eyes were always either violet or blue depending on the light, Alfred's eyes were blue under glasses while Matthew's were violet behind glasses as well. The difference was Alfred was far sighted and Matthew was near sighted. They looked so much like Francis and you loved them so much.

Every now and then Francis would send a check in the mail and ask how you were doing which you never answered. It was random when it would happen but each time it did you separated the money equally putting it into the boys college fund. Honestly it felt more along the lines of hush hush money to keep you quiet about him having a child with a foreign woman more than child support. He had no idea which gender his child was much less that he had twins. However you'd always be grateful to what he gave you, three things he gave were first he taught you to love yourself and see that you were beautiful and the other two were the most important in your life, Alfred and Matthew.

Being a single mom of twins was hard, money was tight and work was hard, not to mention online college classes. You had a good desk job with people who accepted you, hell they even helped babysit. You had a coworker who lived down the road named Yao, who had four younger siblings all five being adopted by parents who couldn't have children who died and he took over taking care of his little siblings. You watched them every now and then when he had to work on classwork or something. Sometimes when he was low on money you'd give him a odd job around the house, minor repair work since he refused to just take the money.

Sometimes when you had college work you invited the five over and would feed them while he cooked, you got to have someone watch your twins and cook dinner while you did work for your online classes and he and his siblings had food.

You did well considering, you could buy what was needed as well as treats every now and again. Once a week you let them take turns on where they wanted to go for a treat. This week was Matthew's turn and he already said yesterday that he wanted to try out that new bakery, Wonderland Treats which you had to agree looked good.

After lunch you dressed your boys in warm clothing before leaving as it was October and starting to get cold. Matthew held onto his stuffed white bear named Kumijou while Alfred held a plushie version of Captain America, the two boys were good on sharing their toys Alfred had a thing for superheros, Captain America being his favorite, always saying how he was the hero while Matthew liked stuffed animals and his beloved Kumijou being his absolute favorite.

“Come on mon chers. (my dears.)” You said happily leading them away, it was important to you to let them keep their heritage even if Francis had nothing to do with them. Matthew took to the French more than his brother even if they both knew it.

“Were going to Wonderland Treats, right Maman? (Mama?)” Matthew asked as you buckled the two in the car along with Kumajoui and Captain America sharing the middle seat and buckled in.

“That is where you want to go, oui mon ammourex? (yes my sweetheart?) It's your turn to pick if you want to go somewhere else.” You said kissing both boys forehead.

“Non, (No,) I want there Maman. (Mama.)” Matthew assured as you closed the door carefully before getting into the drivers seat and driving to the bakery that was only ten minutes by car but was on a major road so you wouldn't walk, especially with your precious treasures, as the two boys played a game of I Spy.

You entered holding the two boys one in each hand, in the arm that wasn't holding your finger with their small hand they held their toy as you walked in. The entire place was in pastels of green, yellow, blue, purple, and pink and with characters from Alice in Wonderland painted on the walls. No one was here, not even any workers yet according to the hours painted on the glass door it should be open, the sign proclaimed it as open and the door was unlocked. You figured they were in the back so leaned down to pick up your sons cradling one on each hip so they could see the display case.

“Where is everyone, Mommy?” Alfred asked as you smiled at him.

“Probably in the back Alfie, that leaves us plenty of time to pick what we want, oui? (yes?)” You asked as Matthew nodded probably wondering the same thing.

“Yeah!” Alfred agreed as you giggled at your sons cuteness.

“I hear a giggle!” you look as you see a man enter from inside. He wore brown slacks, a long sleeved pink shirt, a blue bow tie, a purple sweater vest with a pink apron with blue frills. He was pale with freckles decorating his cheeks across his nose, blue eyes with a bit of pink swirling in, and strawberry blonde hair.

“Colorful!” Alfred giggled as you froze.

“Alfred!” You scolded lightly.

“Zut Maman? Garcon es tres beau! (What Mama? The man is very handsome!)” Matthew pointed out.

“Ouis! (Yeah!)” Alfred agreed with a nod of his head.

“I beg your pardon?” The man asked in a British accent and Alfred answered.

“Mommy thought I was being mean when I said you were colorful and Mattie was just explaining I was just saying your pretty!” Alfred said as the man smiled slightly.

“Pretty huh? Gosh your making me blush.” He said before you could apologize. “What well behaved little gentleman you two are.” He said as the two blushed, Alfred smiled proudly while Matthew hid his face in your shoulder. “Aw, is that little poppet shy?” He teased as Alfred laughed at his brother's discomfort with Matthew stuttering out “maple”.

“So, what can I get you three lovely little poppets?” He asked as Alfred smiled and you shifted him before he could try to fly. Again.

“Uhm...” you said looking around the bright treats.

“You've never been here, have you cupcake?” He asked as you shook your head in the negative. “Understandable, I would remember such a beautiful woman like you and her two cute little boys.” He said as you blushed looking over as he gave a chuckle, “apologies poppet, I don't mean to embarrass you, but you look nice when you blush.” He said as you blushed even darker. “So what flavors are you three in the mood for?”

“M-maple...” Matthew said shyly as the man smiled.

“Maple huh? Your in luck, cupcake, I do have this one recipe no one has been interested in yet, a maple flavored cupcake with maple butter cream frosting?” He asked as Matthew's violet eyes grew big as you let out a giggle.

“I take that as a yes.” You said as you looked at Alfred who was thinking.

“Do you have anything scary?” He asked with a smile.

“Scary? You mean for Halloween?” The man asked as Alfred nodded and you hoped it wasn't anything too scary  “How about some ghost cookies?”

“G-ghost?” He asked as Oliver pointed out said cookies.

“Yes, cupcake, they are coconut cookies with marshmallow and chocolate frosting.” Oliver said as Alfred nodded happily. “And you, poppet?” He asked as you smiled.

“Do you have anything (favorite flavor) flavored?” You asked as he nodded.

“But of course, I have a (favorite flavor) cupcake with (flavor) icing and (flavor) filling.”

“That sounds good, one of those as well.” You said as he nodded and you put your sons down. “Why don't you two pick where you want to sit?” You asked as the boys nodded.

“Here you two go,” the man said before they left handing the two their treats.

“What do you say?” you asked as the two smiled at the man, their cherub face glowing.

“Thanks mister.” Alfred said with a grin.

“Merci, monuiser.” Matthew said a bit slower.

“You two are very welcome.” He said as the boys totted over to a curved booth

“They are such little gentlemen, you should be proud.” He said as you smiled handing over the money.

“Thank you, I am.” You said with a smile and taking your cupcake. “Have a good day.” You added walking over to sit with your sons in the middle as they always insisted. They laid against you as they ate their treat and you did.

“This is great! We should come here next week!” Alfred said happily munching on his cookie.

“If that is what you choose Alfie.” You promised as you ate your own cupcake. It was by then another customer came in, a man who ordered a brownie and was eating it, he apparently took problem with a chubby woman eating. Every time you were about to take a bite of the delicious cupcake he would make the sound of a cow or pig. The boys didn't notice as you kept talking to them and they ate their treats. However the man did notice and growled angerly, pink taking over the blue of his eyes leaving barely any blue.

He got from around the counter abandoning his apron and walked over to the man. “Excuse me sir,” he sneered, the boys kept chatting as you watched quietly. “I don't know who you think you are, but if you are the kind of rake to treat a beautiful lady like that then you aren't welcome in my business.” He growled as the man looked shocked.

“Now just a minute, you are taking that pigs side?!” He demanded pointing at you finally getting your sons attention. “And beautiful? Are you blind you freak?! She's a beached whale!” He growled as Alfred and Matthew both stood.

“Hey! Don't you dare say that about Mommy!” Alfred yelled as Matthew joined in sounding quiet but angry.

“Yes! Maman es tres belle! (Mama is very beautiful!)” He agreed as the baker smiled at the two of them.

“Right you two tots are, your mother is beautiful. Now excuse me poppets while I take out the trash.” He said lifting the man by the collar and dragging him out with one hand the other holding the brownie. He threw him out and the treat after him. You watched shocked as he wasn't scrawny but far from muscular and that guy was muscular yet he carried him as if he weighted a trifle.

Once he was done the man came back and sat across from you and your sons who looked at him shocked. “Sorry about that, sometimes some classless people come.” He said with a happy smile as you smiled back, no one-even Francis when you were dating, had ever done that for you.

“Wow, dude! Your like a superhero!” Alfred yelled happily, “he was like 'mean, mean, mean!' and you were like 'no way!' and you carried him out! That was so cool! It's like you have superpowers or something!”

“Well I don't know about all that.” He said with a laugh blushing slightly.

“But you are mister.” Matthew said hiding his face against his bear but you could still see the blush on his face.

“Well thank you, cupcake.” Oliver said before pausing, “mister? Oh, how rude of me! I never introduced myself! I am Oliver Kirkland.”

“Nice to meet you, I am Name (last name) and these are my sons Alfred and Matthew.” You introduced as you pointed to the two.

“You can call me Alfie if you want, since your a superhero!” Alfred said happily.

“A...and you can...call me M-Mattie...if you want.” Matthew added shyly.

“Well then, you can call me Ollie if you perfer.” Oliver said happily as you smiled. “So, will I be seeing you three again? Perhaps with your father?” Oliver asked as suddenly the two boys froze as you smiled sadly.

“Actually there is no father, but you'll probably see us next week since we take turns and next time is Alfie's and he's liking this shop.” You said as Oliver started to blush.

“So, there is no significant other?” He asked as Alfred glared at him and Matthew looked ready to cry.

“Non. (No.)” You said blankly as Oliver blushed even darker confusing you.

“Well then...do you think perhaps....if you want to....we could meet outside of the bakery sometime?” Oliver asked as your eyes widened. Instead of judging you for being a single mom he was asking for a date?

“You want to date Maman? (Mama?)” Matthew asked wiping away some tears.

“Why not? Your Mum's a beautiful lady, what is the harm of getting to know one another? If that's okay with you of course Miss (last name).” Oliver added as you blushed. What was the harm?

“Hmm...” you considered blushing slightly. “If I were to agree where you'd want to go?”

“Well (kid's movie) is having a showing at the theater down the street, we could see a matte and have a picnic? I was raised by a single mother when my Da died, I remember how I was never able to go,” Oliver asked as you looked at your sons who looked shocked and happy, over the four years you had gone on a date or two but every time someone found out they ran. He knew from the get-go and he didn't seem to mind. Obviously your sons were excited for the possibility.

“How about this? Why not we go for coffee and stuff, hang out at a park, then if we like each other why not?” You asked as he smiled happily.

“That sounds lovely poppet!” He said happily.

~1 year later~

“Are you sure about this Yao?” You asked hugging your two five year old sons.

“Of course Miss Name, aru.” Yao assured smiling happily, “I have all my work done for the entire week since you took care of my siblings yesterday, aru.”

“Thank you so much.” Oliver said handing Yao a box.

“What is this, aru?” Yao asked blinking confused, all the childrens'-Yao's siblings, Yao, and Alfred and Matthew-names .

“Cupcakes, cupcake! I baked everyone’s favorite it goes over the name so you can tell.” Oliver said with a smile, “for dessert.”

“Thank you so much Yao,” you said with a smile as he waved and the twins hugged both you and Oliver.

“Have a good time with Mr. Oliver, Miss Name!” Yao said waving as his siblings did.

“Have fun Maman (Mama) and Papa!” Matthew said waving as you smiled.

“Yeah, keep Mommy safe, Daddy!” Alfred added as Oliver ruffled the two boys hair.

“Of course lad. I always will.” He promised offering you his arm as you two left. After four months Matthew and Alfred had asked if they could call him “papa” he had hugged the two and told them of course they could, they could call him whatever they wanted as he cried tears of happiness.  You had to hug the three to keep the twins from seeing you cry. Oliver had seen, and kissed away your tears with a gentle smile. Five months later he moved in with you, and it was like he was always there.

“I love you so, dear.” Oliver siad gently as the two of you walked across the park before having your moonlight picnic.

“J'taime aussi. (I love you to.)” You kissed him as he held you tightly in his arms.

“You know, love,” Oliver said later as you two ate the modest picnic you packed, “one of my cousins is coming to visit with a friend.”

“Really? Which one?” You asked as you had written to them in Oliver's weekly letters, the boys sending pictures to them as well as talking to them when they called. You knew that besides his cousins, which were a set of five brothers, he had no one else as far as family. At least he didn't until you, Matthew, and Alfred came along.

“Arthur.” He answered with a smile, the one who was the same age as him and the second youngest only older than Peter.

“That should be nice. It'd be nice for the boys to meet their cousins face to face.” You said now it was nothing to refer to the boys as if they were Oliver's sons by blood considering he viewed them as his sons and they knew him as their father.

Hours later you two are carrying your children into their bedroom and covering them up as they had fallen fast asleep over at Yao's house. After covering them up you went to go through the mail you didn't get a chance to since you were busy packing the picnic.

Your brows furrowed as you noticed a envelope from Francis and sighed as you opened it. This was different as you noticed it wasn't just a check but a letter.

My dearest amour (love),

It has been years since I made the foolish decision to leave. I hope that you understand that I was scared, I have thought of nothing but you and our child every day these last six years. I would like the chance to get to know him or her, I want to take the child to school and teach the petite (little one) French. It is important that he or she knows of his or her heritage.

Am I pathetic that I don't know my own child's birth date, name, or even gender? I know the answer but I know you are too kind to think that ammourex. (sweetheart.) I want to be a part of your and our child's life if you will let me.

I eagerly await your answer mon couer. (my heart.) J'taime (I love you) always have and always will.

Yours, now and forever.

Francis.

Your lips curled angerly, who was he after six years to want to be a part of their life now? Where was he when you had to work nine months pregnant and go to the doctor for prenatal care? Where were he as the twins were being held for the first time one in each arm? As they took their first steps and said their first word-Hero for Alfred and Maple for Matthew, strange yes but they repeated something as you were watching the Avengers and making pancakes. To force his sons to grow up with out a father?! And to write so sentimentally to you as if you were still his?!

“What is it love?” You turned to see Oliver looking worried as you let out a sigh, seeing him calmed you. Showed you and reminded you that your boys did have a father. And a better father could not be found. You silently handed him the paper, he looked confused as he read it looking anger taking over his gaze as his eyes slowly turned pink.

You let out a sigh, rubbing your arms as Oliver looked at you looking heartbroken. “I love you no matter what poppet.” He said as you looked at him confused. “If you...if you want Francis instead I...I understand.” He said as you looked at him shocked.

“Oliver Kirkland! What are you talking about?!” You asked shocked feeling like you were going to throw up.

“He is your first love, if you want him...” he sighed looking at you with tears, “I just want you to be happy.” He forced a smile and as you realized what he was saying you gripped his face in your hands.

“Oliver! I don't want Francis!” You said making him look into your eyes, “yes I loved him years ago, he was my first love, and he gave me those two little boys sleeping in the other room that I couldn't live without. But Oliver, I don't love him-not anymore. I love you. I am grateful for the fact that he gave me Alfie and Mattie and thanks to that I met you as well. That's it.” You swore kissing him gently.

“Thank you love,” he whispered lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

It was next week that Oliver was at the bakery himself, you were due any minute, you were going to pick the boys up from day care after work and come here. You helped out at the bakery while the boys played in the play area in the back room that was Oliver's office for the two hours before he closed.

“'Ello Oliver,” Arthur said entering followed by a man with flowing blonde hair, for some reason the man looked familiar even though Oliver knew he never met him.

“Artie!” Oliver practically sang running over to hug his cousin as Arthur growled.

“Bloody wanker! Off me!” Arthur growled as Oliver gasped shocked.

“Artie! Swear Jar!” Oliver pulled said jar out glaring at his cousin as the boy put two shillings in, not having changed his money yet. “Don't forget I have two five-year-oldes! Watch your mouth in front of them.” Oliver said as Arthur sighed.

“Sorry Oliver,” Arthur apologized, “oh, this is my friend.”

“'Ello mon ami (my friend) it iz nice to meet you.” The man said,before Oliver could say anything you entered each boy holding your hand.

“Daddy!” Alfred called running over to Oliver.

“Papa!” Matthew was not far behind his twin as Oliver leaded down to swoop the two up.

“How are my little poppets?” He asked as they giggled.

“They've been talking about nothing but getting to meet their cousin the wh-FRANCIS?!” You gasped shocked as the man looked at you shocked as well.

“Francis?” Oliver asked now realizing why the man looked so familiar, it was obvious he was Alfie and Mattie's biological father.

“Do you know this man, Maman? (Mama?)” Matthew asked as you nodded.

“Yes I do.” You answered your face drained of all color.

“Where from, Mommy?” Alfred asked as you took a deep breath. Francis was looking between the two boys in Oliver's arms and you, it wouldn't take long to figure it out.

“Why don't you two go play in Daddy's office while the adults talk?” You say putting a smile on your face.

“Aw!” They whined as Oliver put on a smile.

“Don't be like that, go play while Papa makes you two some treats.” He said with a smile, which did get the two to go to the office to play with their toys.

“Name? I'm Arthur Kirkland.” He said holding out a hand that you shook.

“Arthur? Ah, nice to put a face to the name.” You said with a smile.

“Yes, well I'm a bit confused, I know Oliver has pretty much adopted the boys but how old they are...they'd have to be Francis's.” He glared at you as you nodded, “and you didn't think Francis deserved to know this, you tart?!” He growled as Oliver's eyes widened and he gripped Arthur's collar.

“Uh...mon ami...(my friend...)” Francis said but was overpowered by Oliver's voice.

“What did you just call my love?!” Oliver growled his eyes holding no blue whatsoever. Sighing you touched his shoulder and pulled him from his cousin.

“Arthur...why do you think Francis left me? I told him I was pregnant, he packed up and ran to France.” You said as Arthur shook his head.

“No, your lying, Francis wouldn't do that!” Arthur looked past you at his guilty looking friend. “...did you?”

“...Oui. (...Yes.)” Francis admitted as Arthur glared hard at him.

“How dare you do that to a lady?!” He yelled angrily, “you never told me that!” Arthur yelled as you sighed rubbing your forehead.

“Ollie hold him back.” You said as the three men looked shocked, “the last thing we need is for the boys to come out from hearing noises, you know how protective they are.” You said as Oliver nodded and Arthur seemed to be relaxed some.

“Right love,” Oliver agreed as he hesitantly let go of his cousin. “Though I'd love to teach him a lesson.” He gave an uncharacteristic glare, though it was normal as he was very protective of you and your sons.

“'ow iz there dou? (two?)” Francis asked as you looked at him as if he was stupid.

“The accepted ventricular is twins.” You said with a sigh, watching as his eyes grew wide. Oliver wrapped a arm around your thick waist to offer you support.

“I 'ave two zonz?” He asked smiling gently as you glared at him.

“Non. (No.)” You growled glaring at him, “They are mon garcons. (my boys.) They know Oliver as their father, you are nothing to them.” You said glaring as Francis looked shocked and sad.

“They need to know about their heritage,” Francis argued as you raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously, Francis?” You asked glaring at him, both Kirkland cousins wanted to step in Arthur because he was a gentleman and you were a lady and didn’t deserve this and Oliver for the same reason added to the point he loved you. However both realized you had to do this alone, you'd ask for help if you need it. “Do you forget I speak French? The two both know English and French and they've learned just as much English as French stories, and when they go to school they will learn about French history just like (country)'s history.” You said glaring at him.

“You say you want to be a part of their lives?” You ask glaring at him as he nodded, “where were you as I had to get prenatal care? When Matthew got a fever at the age of two and I had to take him to the emergency room and had Alfred asking if his brother was going to die, or when Alfred had nightmares at three in the morning?” You asked with a glare as Francis opened his mouth and shut it again, imitating a gaping fish.

“Would you like to know, however, who taught Alfred and Matthew how to throw and catch a ball, how to ice skate, who it was that planned their surprise birthday party and made it one they would both love even though the two are so diffract? For Pete's Sake! Even know their personality?” You asked as Francis looked properly scolded, more like a small boy then your sons.

“You?”

“No, Oliver.” You said as said man nuzzled his freckled face into your neck, “he is who they know as their father. They came to him and asked if they could refer to him as their father, they choose him as a father.” You said as Oliver smiled into your neck, he loved it when you got so strong and defend your family. The family that now included him. He shivered at that, even though he had been for the last eight months.

“Don' dey dezerve to know their true pere? (father?)” You glared at him angrily at that and would have attacked if Oliver didn't hold you back.

“How dare you? Oliver is their real father. Your just a sperm donor.” You pointed out as little Alfred and Matthew were, unseen by the adults, looking from behind the door to Oliver's office.

“'ow could you do dis? Moi (My) sons, raised by an Englishman.” Francis shuddered and said the word 'Englishman' as if it were disgusting thing. Strange considering he was friends with an Englishman but his sons being raised by someone, anyone, else.

“How is it that after abandoning my poppet and her little cupcakes when they were still just jellybeans in her tummy and you can still act the victim?” Oliver asked holding you protectively,

Francis raised his eyebrow, taking a moment to understand what Oliver was saying however Matthew and Alfred understood completely used to Oliver's way of talking. They knew that it took a mommy and daddy to make a baby and that the daddy that made them left while they were still in her tummy. That meant one thing, this girly man with shoulder length blonde hair-thier hair-was their biological father. The one that abandoned them and their mother.

“T-that hoser!” Matthew whispered as he put down Kumijou as Alfred did the same for his toy Superman.

“Let's get him.” Alfred said as the two ran at him hitting him as they screamed in a mess of English and French to get away their mom and leave them all alone, that Oliver was their dad.

“Alfred Allen (last name)!” Oliver yelled as you yelled at the same time “Matthew Jason (last name)!” The two little boys looked away and ran over to you, you lifted Matthew while Oliver lifted Alfred.

“B-but...Maman (Mama)...” Matthew said holding you tightly by the shirt.

“Daddy! We have to protect Mommy, that guy's being mean!” Alfred complained as you sighed at that.

“I can't be angry at my poppets for wanting to protect their Mum.” Oliver said as Alfred smirked as you sighed at those two.

“Sweeties, I am the Mama, I protect you. Not the other way around.” You said kissing Matthew's forehead then Alfred's.

“B...but we love you Maman! (Mama!)” Matthew looked at you with his wide violet eyes.

“Ouis! (Yeah!)” Alfred complied as you sighed hugging Matthew to you while Oliver did the same with Alfred.

“I know you do, J'taime aussi mon feuille dearable. (I love you to my maple leaf.)” You soothed stroking his soft hair. “I know you two want to protect me but it's my job at the mama to take care of you, the parents protect the children, so you can grow to be big and strong little heroes.” You said holding Matthew close as Oliver nuzzled Alfred.

Through all of this Francis watched his violet and blue eyes wide as he saw what he could possibly have had if he didn't freak out, giving up and running away from you. You were the only person he loved and he hadn't stopped thinking about you all these years. But you moved on, with a diabetes enthusiastic Brit and his sons only exchange with him were them trying-key word being trying-to beat him up while screaming to leave them and yourself alone and that Oliver was their father. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

Arthur sighed not used to seeing the flamboyant Frenchman being so down, he saw moments when he would send a letter to you and wait anxiously for the postman who never brought a letter from you. Perhaps though he could be your friend and he could be part of his sons lives.