A really happy valentine's day
Ayrton Senna x Wife!Reader
A/N: Really hope you like it. Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!
Warnings: Just an older man loving his pretty wife. AU when Beco survive 'cause I can't live without him.
English's not my first languaje. Be patient to me and please correct me if I have mistakes!
The soft breeze brushed wildly against your face, tossing your hair around—the hair you had spent so much time and care fixing for this special day. That earned a small pout from you, which made Ayrton smile as he sat in the driver’s seat, steering the car toward a destination that, for you, was still unknown.
“We’re too old for these things now,” you said slowly after feeling his heavy hand rest on your thigh. “Old, wrinkled, and grumpy… in your case.”
Ayrton glanced at you with mock annoyance before squeezing the skin of your leg.
“Over thirty years putting up with each other—blessed be the patience God gave me,” he replied, just to keep that beautiful habit of teasing you alive. “It’s a special day, darling. Let me spoil you. Last year we couldn’t have time just for you and me because of the baby.”
Oh, how could you forget? Priscila, his precious first granddaughter, had been born on February 14th the year before, bringing even more family love and shared joy into your lives.
But this year, your wonderful husband decided that the morning would be just for the two of you—a romantic outing before celebrating the baby’s first birthday.
“That girl has your cheeks,” you murmured with a smile.
“I need my beautiful wife to focus on me on Valentine’s Day,” he joked with fake jealousy, parking the car in front of a lovely, popular pastry shop. He stepped out with his still-long legs and, like a true gentleman, opened your door and offered his hand intertwined with yours to help you out. “Careful with your back, don’t go breaking something, old lady.”
You gave his thick curls a light tap because of his terrible joke as you both walked inside.
“I paid all the staff so they wouldn’t ask us for photos or autographs, darling. I didn’t want it to be lonely, but we needed peace,” he said casually when you noticed the detail: no one really turned to look at him when you entered.
Being a former renowned actress and him a living legend of motorsport, it was genuinely strange—but peaceful and relieving—not to have crowds all over you.
You settled at a table decorated in baby pink and pastel purple tones. Right away, a waitress with a sweet smile took your usual order. Ayrton ordered for both of you. A sweet coffee, with only a quarter cup of milk, two tablespoons of sugar mixed with caramel syrup to enhance the flavors, along with a slice of red velvet to share. He only wanted a simple coffee.
The atmosphere was perfect; a soft aroma filled the space. A mix of lavender and warm jasmine created a mild, pleasant climate for everyone in the café. As for the music from the speakers, a gentle instrumental melody played. What sweetened your ears was the simplicity of a violin combined with a piano. At times, a bandoneon joined in like a chorus and orchestra.
Your husband suddenly cleared his throat to get your attention and caressed your hand in rhythm with the music.
“Darling, I want to…” he coughed softly before continuing. “I want to take this moment to thank you. I need to be honest with you, just as I have been for exactly 32 years. I need you to know how grateful I am to have a woman as brave, beautiful, patient, and talented as you in my life. Without you, I don’t know what would have become of me. I would probably be lost—or worse, I might not even be sitting here today. Since the first day I saw you, there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought of you, a day I haven’t loved you. I have three happiest days in my life. The first was when you finally accepted a date with me. The second, when I saw you in the hospital in San Marino, by my side, helping me fight death. The third… when you told me you were pregnant, that we were going to be parents… and the fourth, when we got married, my love. When before God I affirmed my love for you at that altar, in front of our families, our children.”
Tears were already threatening to fall from your beautiful, aged eyes. You wouldn’t have been able to hold them back as long as the passion in his gaze didn’t stop locking onto yours. He had always had that power over you. His passion, his beauty, his words. Everything about him was your downfall, your weakest point. The only thing, besides your daughter, that could make you commit irrational madness was him—entirely.
“But today, darling, I want to add a fifth date,” he said, continuing with a sigh as he gathered his courage. “My dear wife, would you like to renew your vows with this old grump after thirty-two years of happiness?”
From his pocket didn’t come out a common million-dollar ring. No. Ayrton went further than that. He had searched for the lost ring of your parents—the one that had been stolen and lost years after their deaths. Ayrton Senna, your husband, found your greatest childhood dream. And he placed it in your hands along with the request to renew your vows.
“Oh, holy God, Beco,” you said through inevitable tears at this point. Your small, wrinkled hands trembled all the way to his, holding them together with the gold and diamond ring. “You’re an angel… my angel. Of course I’ll renew my vows with you. One thousand times I would. For all eternity.”
He smiled in relief, removing for just a moment the wedding band engraved with his name and placing your parents’ ring on your finger, then putting the wedding ring back in its place.
“I moved heaven and earth, searched for contacts, even traveled to your parents’ old house, and checked every corner of that damn mansion,” he explained between sighs, remembering the effort that had been so worth it. “Just to ask you this and see you happier. I’ve been planning the vow renewal for two years. Unfortunately, that meant I had to find that ring.”
You both laughed, and the waitress, bringing your orders and an extra napkin for your tears, placed everything on the table along with a note—also, of course, courtesy of the best husband in the world.
“Was this really necessary?” you asked, showing him the note as he burst into laughter.
To the sexiest woman in the world, my wife. If you reject my vow renewal, I will not be the one sleeping on the couch for the first time in 32 years. You’ve been warned.
“You had to ruin the moment like that,” you complained, pretending to be offended. Ayrton couldn’t stop laughing.
“One day it’ll happen!” he exclaimed, laughing even harder. “I knew you wouldn’t reject me. Please, have you seen me, beautiful? I’m your great husband, world champion, I survived blows that could’ve taken me away from you just to see your beautiful face again so many times. Incredible man who gave you twins in a single night. How could you reject a catch like this?”
You shook your head, knowing that everything he said—and everything he left out of that joking answer—was completely true. Your wonderful husband spent two years searching for your most desired treasure just to ask you to stay with him and renew your love before God and the law.
The date ended with both of you paying and heading to the car, which was now a fully customized McLaren Senna to your taste, with pink details and lots of red sparkles. Elegant and powerful. Hand in hand, Ayrton drove through the streets of São Paulo with the biggest smile of his life—because everything he had ever longed for was sitting right beside him.
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