Behind the clouds is hiding the sun
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Here is the next and the last chapter of part 1. I know it took so long to come, but I was overwhelmed! Like I said I have a lot of ideas, but I don't think many people like this fic that's why I'm thinking of dropping it or perhaps just write for me...
Words : almost 10k by OlympeF1 Chapters : 2/2 Pairing : Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc & Esteban Ocon, Max Verstappen & Esteban Ocon Series : Part 1 of The sweet flail of Max and Charles as F1 parents
Summary : Max and Charles decide to adopt Esteban, a six-year-old boy, who has already seen so many horrors. However, they know that the evidence is there. They left F1 several years ago, they live happily. But Max, like Charles, think that they are missing something. Max tries to understand what it means to love a child, and Charles becomes a real comfort to both of them. OR: Upon discovering the first chapter the fluff is at its peak, before later revealing the dark files that lie behind a small child.
Snippet :
"Max, you're crushing my hand."
Yet Charles did nothing to unhook their linked fingers, simply accentuating the gentle circles he made with the pad of his thumb on his husband's hand. It was a movement that had always anchored him, as he too was petrified of what would happen next when they finally entered that children's home. But he never deviated from why they were here, which would allow him to move forward no matter what towards their destination. The future of better days for a little being already so flayed by life, was at stake and it became his mount in this ordeal, as when he had clung to his dream of world champion with Ferrari. After the rain, comes the good weather.
"Sorry schatje."
As if to ease the pain and thus make amends, the former Red Bull driver gently kissed their intertwined hands with his lips. This made the Monegasque smile tenderly, amused and at the same time admiring how much his love for this person never ran out of steam. Even planted in the middle of the sidewalk, a few meters from their destiny, facing a bed of daisies that had not been mowed for a while, Charles was still admiring the immeasurable love he had for this man. Thank God he had finally removed his blinders, blinded by a childish rivalry that had carried him for so many years, but which could have made him lose so much if he had continued in this blindness. Charles was no longer afraid to say, after years away from motorsport, that he would never have gotten where he is without Max. All his life, the former Monegasque driver, deep in his unconscious, had been looking for the recognition of this rival as a small jewel buried under the mines.
They were ready, even though his husband's blue stunts seemed only strewn with fear, Charles knew that the love they had felt when they read this child's file, was perceptible just behind. Closing his eyes for a moment, he could still look into Max's eyes, to read the certainty that he held the story of their future child in his fingers. Charles thought he had only seen this assurance when Max declared himself world champion before he had even entered F1. And even then, he's not sure it wasn't tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Charles knew that when they looked at this child, the obvious would explode in a million little fireworks. It was there.
