Warnings: FLUFF!! Mentions of giving birth, parental guilt, guilt of leaving your family behind and choosing between career or family, lewis is the BEST dad and BEST husband, healthy family, Daisy is the cutest baby, that’s all I think!!
AN: I saw a video based on the title and it was so cute I HAD to write this!!!🥹❤️ this was written in a rush and finished at 2 am, pls Im sorry. I’ve been mia a long time so I might be rusty. But this photo from the plus44 photoshoot KILLED me. I need to give him babies. He’s a girl dad. Bye.
[divider by @pxrce-lain ]
"You know she's going to lose her mind, right?", you chuckled fondly while typing on your laptop, the click clack of the keys a pleasant sound in the quiet, cozy, coolness of your bedroom, which was filled with warmth as your husband's infectious giggles floated out of the closet.
"I know, that's the point!", Lewis walked out with a blue hoodie on, a bright smile pulling at his cheeks, one that showed his cute tooth gap and deep dimples.
He had just gotten back from a triple header and finally had some time off, which he wanted to spend doing domestic things with you and your 3 year old baby girl, Daisy.
“You don’t know how difficult it was to keep this secret from her. When you called me to say that you’d landed and told me to not put her on the phone, she kept side eyeing me like I stole her chocolate or something!”, you grumbled jokingly as he came up to your bedside and flopped down in front of you, his hands coming over to cup your chin before leaning in and kissing your other cheek sloppily.
Ideally, he was going to come home after Daisy came back from nursery. But somehow his flight was scheduled earlier than expected, due to which he was now home after Daisy had left for her nursery. Which is why he had immediately put his bags away, showered, and changed into comfy clothes, just so he could pick her up.
Your heart grew three sizes when you saw how excited he was.
It was like all of his exhaustion had melted away at the thought of seeing her again. You were used to him being away for longer times after being with him for so many years. But ever since Daisy had started to figure out that her dad had to go away for weeks and months for his job, even though she could still see him on the tv screen, she had understood that he would not be coming home anytime soon, she had understood that whenever Mommy said that "we will see daddy on TV today!" more than once a week, it meant that Daddy was not going to be back sooner.
It always prompted a sad breakdown, which broke your heart, and you had to call Lewis while he was in the midst of working or in a meeting, and he'd have to reassure her that he will 'pinky promise' call at bedtime for a story. (And he would, without fail. No matter how tired he was.)
"She's just like her mummy. So smart and sharp", he pressed another kiss to your cheek before squishing your face in his hands.
You pouted and took a hand off the keyboard to poke at his stomach through the soft fabric of his hoodie He jumped and chuckled loudly.
"Owkay, shmartass. Now go and bwing the pwincessh home", you managed to blabber out from your squished cheeks, making your speech sound similar to Donald Duck.
Lewis giggled again before releasing your face to softly caress it and kissing you, jumping out of the bed to quickly reunite with his princess.
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The nursery is pretty close to your house, so Lewis found himself standing outside the nursery gate in just under 10 minutes, which still leaves 5 minutes for him to spare until they let the kids disperse.
He had the hood over his head, so as to not disturb the other parents, kids and teachers, even if all them had already gotten used to seeing Daisy's very famous Dad and Mum pick her up. They had seen him at enough events, cheering little Daisy on, and be present pick ups to not be surprised about his presence.
He sent you a quick text to let you know that he'd reached, before pocketing his phone and restlessly darting his eyes towards the gate in anticipation, his teeth stressing the inside of his cheek and feet constantly moving back and forth.
After flashing a smile to another parent standing next to him, the sharp trill of the dispersal bell hit his ears, making him perk up and snap his head towards the sound, an involuntary smile already stretching at his lips.
He tries to stay strong for the both of you, he really does, but he misses the two of you so, so much. When he's all alone in a hotel room in some other country, or even in some of his own houses across the world, the silence feels like it physically hurts, the bed is always too cold and lumpy without his two girls in it, making his insomnia worse and emotions wavy.
Lewis hates to admit it, but he has missed some of Daisy’s milestones, barely even making it in time for her first day of school, and the thought that he's putting one half of his heart at stake for his other side that consisted of speed and adrenaline, always makes him doubt himself whether he's doing it right, or not. Of course, he has you reassuring him at every moment, you have made your own sacrifices to ensure that you guys had a normal life, and it was something he'd always respect. You're his rock, you’re why he keeps pushing even on his darkest days.
Lewis also knows this makes him looks clingy and unsure of himself, but maybe he is. He doesn't take his family lightly. And god, he's hoping he doesn't cry right now in front of everyone and worry, or embarrass, Daisy.
He heard the stomps of little footsteps over the sound of his loud thoughts, pulling his attention back towards the gate. Now, his eyes had a shine to them. Whether they were unshed tears or the happiness at reuniting with his Daisy-Daze, he welcomed it nonetheless. Brown eyes eagerly swept past bright outfits and backpacks, the sweet squeals and giggles of kids automatically brightened the otherwise gloomy day in London,
and that's when he heard it.
"Daddy?!"
A loud, high pitched voice yelled over the other kids' voices, Lewis getting a whiplash from how quickly he turned his head towards the source, and there she was.
His little princess, in her purple t-shirt and lilac leggings, her sparkly Barbie pink shoes, her bouncy curls- which were tied up in adorable little plaits, a ritual that he missed dearly- were adorned with matching rubber bands and were all over the place as she ran over to where he was standing, her tiny ‘Sofia the First’ backpack going up and down as she did so.
Lewis immediately crouched to be on her level, his eyes crinkling and dimples deepened by the sheer amount of joy he was feeling. He opened his arms for her to climb in, a small 'oof' leaving him as she crashed into his chest, her tiny but determined arms going around his neck as her face pressed into the shoulder of his hoodie, eyes scrunched up tightly as his hands pulled her closer to his warm embrace.
"Hi, my sweetie", Lewis cooed, his own eyes shutting close, the telltale sting of tears made him pull her closer as he safely picked her up, standing upright with a hand behind her head and an arm supporting her legs and bottom.
The entire world had ceased to exist for them.
All the two of them could feel, were these big emotions, that made them take big breaths which expanded their lungs, as Lewis started rocking his body left to right.
He was so sure that if you were here, you’d be crying and capturing this moment proudly. The three of you didn’t need anything else when you were with each other.
His train of thoughts was again broken by Daisy’s soft and shaky voice. “Daddy…I mich you.”
She sounded so small and sad, he felt his heart breaking into pieces. He pouted and pulled away to look at her, his breath hitching as he looked at her damp face, her little mouth tugged into the saddest frown he’d ever seen.
And his guilt was back in full effect.
Lewis couldn’t handle seeing his little sunshine so upset, you even teased him at times for spoiling her (even though she was the most precious and good baby). But on the odd occasion that he’d manage to upset her, his guilt and anxiety would sky rocket because he was the cause of it.
Because she trusted him and loved him so unconditionally, and even though he left the two of you alone at home, for months and months, the two of you still chose him. He’s forever grateful for that.
He was seriously contemplating on taking a break but he knew that you would never force him to sit home, and his own heart, body and mind would find that difficult to do.
So, he had decided to make gold out of what he already had.
“Oh, my darling, daddy missed you so much too”, he gave her a kind smile before brushing her hair away from her sticky cheeks.
She still couldn’t pronounce her S’s or R’s properly, so she ends up saying “mich” instead of “miss”, and it was so cute to return her baby talk back, but you’d told him (and he’d read) that although parents should encourage the kids to talk in whatever way they want, they must never repeat the baby talk after a certain age, to help them grasp the correct vocabulary better.
So you’d always correct her in your responses, and she would always get the cutest furrow in her brows as she processed it.
She had the same look right now, except now she just looked adorably mad, her chubby fingers gently pulling at his hoop earring, her favourite thing to do whenever she was cuddling him or wanted to self soothe.
“You late. I wait for you evevy day! I-I tell mummy I mich daddy. Mummy say Daddy back soon but, Mummy mich Daddy too when Mummy sleep. Daddy late and on TV, again!”, She huffed out and clumsily wiped her tears, her cheeks puffed out because of how hard she was trying to be angry.
Lewis bit the inside of his cheek again to control the surge of emotion, torn between crying or cooing at her adorable British accent that she took from him, and instead, held her hand in his own inked ones, bringing it up to kiss it, before moving up towards her face to kiss her cheek in apology.
“Daddy’s so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I know I’m late. You can scold me all you want. But I’m here now! I came here just to pick you up! Tomorrow, we will go out on a picnic—You, Mummy, and I. What say, hm? No school for you.”
He saw the moment her eyes lit up with joy, her legs began swinging with excitement at the thought of staying at home with her favourite people and doing her favourite thing: picnic!
She was completely his twin with the way she loved the outdoors. Spent nine months in your tummy, only to come back out as her father’s carbon copy.
Safe to say, your hands were full with two adventurers.
“Picnic? Pwomise? No ‘chool? I sleep with mummy daddy?”, she asked excitedly, her hands bunching up his hoodie as he smiled at her brightly, nodding as a reply.
Lewis giggled loudly as she let out a big “Yay!!” and pressed her cheek to his, his hand splaying over her back to bring her closer.
“Tank yew, daddy!”, Daisy said cutely and pressed a loud smooch on his cheek, making him smile so hard that his cheeks were hurting. His baby girl was already getting so big, she’d learnt manners and everything now!
If only she knew how much that deeply affected her poor old man. He already misses all the times he’s spent away from her and missed on these firsts.
“Thank you? Princesses don’t say thank you to their daddy, Daze. I love you, so so much, okay? Daddy loves you and mummy the most, don’t forget that, okay?”, his voice unknowingly broke as he finished the sentence, his hand rubbing her small back in comfort as she watched him with that child like innocence in her sparkly doe eyes.
“I no fowget, daddy. Mummy and me love you one, two, three, four, five!!”, she stubbornly added, her favourite thing to say whenever you would say “too.” It was so sweet, that you and Lewis couldn’t help but make it a little tradition and a silly joke to let her prove that she loved you more in numbers.
She simply added the numbers that she knew.
Which were only till 5, for now.
Lewis simply smiled fondly, his heart full with so much love that he didn’t know what to do with it.
This little human ruled his life, and he was happy to let her do it. She had him wrapped around on her tiny finger, right from the moment he saw her screaming, crying, pale and squirmy little body in the hospital room, 3 years ago.
He cleared his throat before the dam broke, and gently removed her backpack, slinging the tiny thing around his broad back, and shifted her to his other side, locking his arms across her to secure her on his hip, her legs going around his waist and arms holding on to his shoulders with her unwavering trust in him.
At that moment, he knew exactly what his sister told him when she held Willow for the first time on her hip: pure, soft, tender love and overwhelming responsibility for this little baby who returned all of your love back, tenfold and trusted you blindly to never drop them when they wrap around you like this.
God, he’d do anything for her. And you. The thought was scary, but he was nothing if not daring and fearless.
“Okay. Let’s go back to mummy, Daze?”, he softly asked her, kissing her forehead as he made his way out of the school compound.
“Okey, daddy”, Daisy Hamilton sleepily murmured before laying her head on her father’s big and comforting shoulders, the ones the held the dreams of thousands and the sweet weight of his daughter’s and wife’s tired heads.
Lewis Hamilton was an 8 times world champion.
But this was his most favourite victory: being loved unconditionally by the people he called home.
Authors Note: Hey lovies… 🧍🏻♀️I’m still alive! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I finally had a small chance to sit down and write something again. As you know, I don’t write smut all that often, so I hope this lives up to your expectations. This doesn’t mean I’m officially back, I just wanted to post something for you all. I hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves. Lots of love xx
Summary: After weeks of being separated, you and Lewis finally reunite and make the most of your time together.
Warnings: sexual themes - oral sex (female receiving)
Fingers curled tightly into the crisp hotel sheets beneath you, the expensive fabric bunching in your grasp as ragged breaths filled the room. Each inhale came quicker than the last, swallowed almost as soon as it escaped.
The sturdy wooden headboard knocked occasionally against the wall behind the bed, the muted thuds echoing through the suite and blending with the steady hum of the city far below. Warm afternoon light painted the room in shades of amber and gold while sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the cracked balcony door.
An inked hand found its place around your throat, the touch firm yet reverent drawing a breathless cry from your lips before it was stolen away by his own.
Lewis kissed you like a man who had spent far too many sleepless nights imagining this moment, every brush of his mouth carrying the weight of weeks apart. It wasn’t rushed – it was desperate in the quietest way, lingering and hungry all at once. As though he was trying to make up for every mile that had kept you separated.
Your fingers slipped into his soft natural curls, threading through the dark strands until your hand settled at the nape of his neck. You gave the gentlest tug, just enough to draw him impossibly closer.
A low, involuntary groan rumbled against your lips. The sound vibrating through the space between you before he deepened the kiss, reluctant to leave even the smallest breath unshared.
A hand settled firmly against your waist, drawing you effortlessly closer. His touch lingered as though he needed reassurance that you were truly here, his thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your side.
“Been too long, sweetheart…” he murmured, the words barely more than a breath against your lips. The raw ache woven into his voice made your body stutter.
Sensing the way your body melted beneath his touch, his lips wandered from yours. Lingering along the curve of your jaw in unhurried kisses before tracing a slow path down the column of your neck.
Every touch was deliberate lingering just long enough to leave warmth blooming in its wake. He paused occasionally, pressing featherlight kisses against your skin as though committing every inch of you to memory.
His hand slipped away from your neck, fingertips gliding gently over the contours of your body. His palm wandered slowly before settling gently against the curve of your chest. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple and leaned down placing a delicate kiss. Lifting his gaze to yours the smallest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He continued his slow descent, his lips planting fleeting kisses as he moved lower. He finally paused between your bare legs. For a heartbeat, he simply looked at you. Gaze soft with love, admiration and quiet longing.
His tattooed hands found your inner thighs, their warmth a striking contrast against the cool air that brushed over your skin.
A shiver swept through you before you could stop it. Your legs trembled beneath his touch, goosebumps blossoming across your skin as your breathing caught in your chest.
Before you could gather another steady breath, he leaned in slowly, unhurried, allowing anticipation to settle between you before his lips found you.
He dragged his tongue in a gradual worshipful motion gliding up your centre. A soft, trembling breath escaped your lips as you instinctively reached for him, your fingers threaded once more through his curls.
His hands remained anchored in your thighs as your muscles quivered with Lewis initiating slow reverent circles around your clit. His eyes closed briefly, completely absorbed in the moment.
A small hum of contentment escaped him that vibrated through your core. Flattening his tongue he continued long savouring licks, your hand tightened as another shaky breath left you. He looked up for the briefest second before focusing on his movements again.
Your soft cries grew louder, filling the bedroom and fading into the rhythm between the two of you. Each breath came a little less steadily than the last, your chest rising and falling as wave after wave of warmth coursed through you.
Lewis remained completely immersed, his tongue moved faster alternating between circles around your clit and long strokes up your core.
The pleasure continued to build at an unhurried pace, leaving your thoughts wonderfully scattered. A tremor ran through you, your hips lifting almost on their own accord. Lewis steadied you with gentle hands, grounding you with a tenderness.
The tension within you finally snapped, breaking all at once. Your back arched instinctively as a breathless cry escaped your lips, his name falling from your mouth. Your thighs continued quivering beneath the reassuring hold his hands had.
Lewis let out a low, muffled sound of his own with satisfaction and devotion, refusing to pull away. Instead, he remained exactly where he was. His touch never wavered, as though his concern was helping you ride out the last lingering ride of emotions.
Only when you shifted, gently guiding him back, did he pause and relent careful not to overwhelm you. He rose slowly as if reluctant to break the connection entirely. His lips were parted slightly, breath uneven and the intensity of his gaze was dark and utterly absorbed in you.
summary: a hard-won victory brings lewis and his former teammate face-to-face on the podium, forcing them to confront the bittersweet reality of racing on opposite sides of the grid.
pairing: lewis hamilton + fem!driver!reader (lewis' former teammate)
note: a request made by anon! also, what a win from lewis. incredibly well deserved, and wishing for more wins for this champ!
The Spanish Grand Prix ended in a way neither of them had quite allowed themselves to imagine during the long, bruising stretches of the previous season.
When the checkered flag fell, everything else seemed to collapse into a an abrupt, strange quiet.
First, Lewis crossed the line. Then, you followed only a handful of seconds later.
Close enough that in another life, you would've been wheel-to-wheel, swapping strategy calls over a shared garage wall and laughing off the exhaustion together.
But that was before. Before his move to Ferrari. Before you stayed behind, carrying the weigh of Mercedes that was still trying to find its footing.
On the cooldown lap, Lewis didn't speak much over the radio. As he passed the grandstands in waves of noise and color, his mind was still in the final corners, marveling at how the car had finally responded without hesitation.
Ferrari had waited for this version of him, and he had waited too.
Still, as he approached parc fermé, his thoughts drifted sideways. To the silver arrows that came in second. To the helmet he recognized before anyone even told him.
Your own cooldown lap felt longer than it should have. Luca's voice was buzzing in your ear, excited and deeply relieved: "P2. Brilliant drive. You did so well."
You were satisfied, but a quieter part of your brain was already replaying the last ten laps.
Not the racing itself, but the proximity. Lewis right ahead of you. Not as a teammate sharing data at 2 AM, but as a rival who no longer belonged in your garage, and yet somehow always felt present in it.
The podium came quickly.
The three of you stood separated by inches and entire seasons of change. When the national anthem began, Lewis's expression shifted.
Pride came first, immediate and sharp, followed by something softer, as if his mind had briefly misfiled the present as a memory.
He had been here before. So had you. But never split down the middle of the same moment.
When the anthem faded and the champagne bottles popped, the noise swallowed the track. Lewis laughed—a real, unguarded sound from a man who had finally unclenched a pressure he’d carried for months. He turned instinctively toward the second step. Toward you.
Your eyes met, holding a lifetime of shared telemetry traces and unsaid words. You smiled, though it felt a little wrecked around the edges.
“Congratulations,” you said over the din, unsure if he could even hear you.
He stepped closer, his voice low and half-lost in the spray. “Thank you. That was… a proper fight. You were incredibly quick today.”
You huffed a quiet laugh, wiping a stray drop of champagne from your visor line. “So were you.”
It should have been the safe, professional exchange the cameras expected, but neither of you looked away. Standing there in Ferrari red, holding a long-awaited trophy, Lewis could still feel the phantom rhythm of the environment he’d left behind.
You had been a massive part of that rhythm—the person who understood every unsaid thing during a brutal race weekend. Now, you spoke in fragments.
Later, in the quieter concrete corridor beneath the circuit, the adrenaline finally began to cool. Lewis was half-unzipped out of his race suit, and you had your helmet tucked firmly under your arm.
Without planning it, your paces synchronized. You ended up walking side by side, falling into an old, easy gravity.
“You’re doing well with them,” you said eventually, breaking the silence. “With Ferrari.”
Lewis nodded once. “It took longer than I thought it would.”
“That’s what everyone says,” you replied gently. “But you always make it work in the end.”
He glanced at you, hearing that familiar, unshakeable certainty in your voice—the kind that used to anchor him during tough debriefs. “You’re still there,” he said quietly.
You didn’t need him to elaborate. “I know. It’s different without you.”
The honesty of it landed heavily, making Lewis slow his pace just enough to acknowledge the space between you. “It is,” he admitted. “But you’re building something great there. I can see it.”
You looked at him properly then, no visors or cockpits separating your expressions. “So are you.”
It wasn’t competition; it was just mutual recognition, shaped by too much history.
When you reached the end of the tunnel where the paths split—Ferrari media to one side, Mercedes to the other—you stopped. You adjusted the grip on your helmet, needing to get the words out before the paddock walls swallowed you both back up.
“I’m glad you won today, Lewis.”
He looked at you for a long second, his expression softening completely. “Me too. And I’m really glad you were second.”
A faint smile broke through your exhaustion. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a rival.”
“I know,” he shrugged, a hint of his old humor returning to his eyes. “But it’s true.”
You stepped back first, moving toward your side of the corridor, but you didn’t break eye contact. “See you on track.”
“On track,” he replied.
You turned away, but not before he caught the lingering look on your face—a mixture of genuine pride and the quiet, heavy ache of knowing that some versions of success only exist because other versions of togetherness had to end.
Not a request but I saw your poll and it made me so so happy to see midge as your Lewis fic face claim!! - signed a Gotham fc (who saw her play live) and uswnt fan <3
i saw her women's health cover in december and fell in love and actually started watching her highlights, i mostly followed european women's soccer leagues, she's so beautiful and talented and that fic has been in my drafts for so long but will definitely be posted regardless of the results!
Walking past my husband to see if he recognises me (2)
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: …the time you succeeded in pranking your husband.
Warnings: This somehow went into angsty territory. So there's: Angst, Mentions of Grief and Roscoe's passing, Stress due to work and long distance, Reader is mentioned to have asthma + migraine, cameos by Nic and Miles and the kids, cute family dynamics, reader has a frenemy vibe going on with Miles, Lewis being a worried husband, codependency (?), reader can knit/crochet, that's all I think!
AN: Continuation of this. Also that Edward chocolatier brand is a real parisian chocolate that I found when I was researching for this lol .
[ divider by @uzmacchiato ]
III. The time it worked.
You were in Paris for a work trip.
One that had been dropped on your shoulders at the last moment because your coworker had fallen ill, and you'd had a shit time overall, because the trip was merging with Lewis' birthday, which was 3 days away, and you were supposed to be in Colorado with him and his family.
But instead of being around your favourite people making snow angels, you were stuck in the grey, gloomy weather of Paris--giving presentations and visiting clients in uncomfortable suits. Paired with the stress of work, the unshakeable guilt of missing your husband's birthday was eating you from inside.
Your sweet, gentle, kind, husband, he took the news with such understanding--as he always does with other things--that initially he didn't even let you feel like he was hurt. He went inside a quiet room of his familial home and soothed you while you cried out of frustration. You see, he's told you countless times that you didn't have to work. He had too much wealth of his own and loved to spoiled you. It was you who'd said that you like working and having an identity of your own. The moment you told him that, he respected it with no hesitance.
Which is why you feel worse for missing his birthday because you kind of brought this upon yourself. It was worse this time around because it was his first birthday after Roscoe's passing. The shitty season paired with your beloved son's departure had been extremely heavy on the two of you. He'd tried so hard to hold it together and turn up to races post the hospital visits, but the moment the break had started, he'd let it go.
The two of you spent hours crying in each other's embrace, somewhat becoming codependent in the time as you even took some days off work to support Lewis at home. Which is why you couldn't help but feel horrible about missing this birthday in particular.
Now, he was on facetime with you, asking about how your day had been when he suddenly went quiet, trying his best to keep up the small smile on his face so that you wouldn't catch on to the sudden drop in his mood.
Too late, because you knew him like the back of your hand and you'd immediately asked if he's okay. After stalling for a moment and fiddling with the strings on his hoodie, he finally spoke up, eyes soft as ever, tinged with hope, still poised and graceful even if he wanted to show his desperation at wanting you near him.
"You can't come? At all?", his low voice rung out in the empty hotel room, the light from his his side of the call--the bright overhead lighting from his office almost blinding you in the dark of your room.
You had to bite your tongue in order to stop the emotions from getting the best of you. The whole aspect of being away from home, from your husband, while getting burdened with work was getting to you, and now you'd lost count of how many times you'd had a breakdown since you got to Paris. His gentle prodding just made you more sad because you could see how hard he was trying to keep it together for you. How badly he wanted you to be there but also respected your choices and understood the importance of your work.
Your heart felt like it was going to burst from overwhelming love for this fool.
"Lew...I'm so sorry. I don't know if I can get a plane ticket at the last moment, I'm-", you were cut off with a waver in your voice, throat closing up at the same moment and there was an instant sting in your eyes. "I'm sorry. God, I'm terrible I can't believe I'm doing this to you...I should've been there, I'm so-"
"Darling, no", he cooed and came close to the screen as if he could hold your face in his hands and wipe your tears, which were slowly making their way down to the pillow case.
"Don't apologise, baby. I get it. God knows how many times I've had to postpone something because of work. Please don't call yourself terrible, my love", he continued, his brows knitted so tightly you were worried he'd get a headache.
"I just feel so bad. It's been a shitty week. I miss you. I miss everyone", more tears fell off the bridge of your nose as you sniffled and shakily replied to him, all the stress and, frankly, FOMO, getting to you.
Lewis nodded in understanding, a tender look in his eyes as he felt his heart split open at the sight of you crying into your pillow halfway across the world. The two of you have, of course, done the whole long distance thing before, but it was an especially sensitive time and the two of you were genuinely always attached to the hip since losing Roscoe.
Considering your sensitive mood, exhaustion, and the timezone difference—he decided to put a stop to the conversation.
"Baby…it's quite late there. I think you should get some sleep, yeah? I'm sorry I brought this up, please don't think of anything right now and just sleep”, he kindly suggested, feeling that guilt creep up his stomach at keeping you up and triggering another bout of tears.
You sniffled again, wiping your nose and eyes with your sleeve, blurry eyes focusing on your husband’s ever glowing face. "But I wanna talk to you."
His eyes softened even more if that was possible. There was nothing he wished more than talking to you the entire day, but he also knew you had to report to your office tomorrow and he was not going to keep you up for his selfish reasons.
"I know, darling, me too. But you've got work tomorrow, I don't want you to tire yourself out and fall sick", he cut himself off as his face suddenly lit up with an idea.
"Or--wait, I swear I'll fly down there now, let me arrange a jet, I--"
"Lewis, no! Hey", you sat up quickly, stopping him from cancelling his plans with his family just because you couldn't put your foot down and tell your boss that you wouldn't go. You knew very well if Lewis wanted to travel halfway across the world, he will, especially since it concerns you.
Which is exactly why you didn't want to indulge his stubborn self.
"Don't cancel your plans with our family, please, I'll feel so bad. I want you to have fun with them", he tried to interrupt you, to try and convince, before you added, "Have fun on my behalf, please? I'll feel better knowing you guys had fun."
He made that face he does when he knows he's lost the argument, eyes trailing over your face and lips downturned before sighing. "Okay. But you should sleep now, please. I love you, and I'll see you soon, okay? You call me if you need anything--even me. I'll hop on a jet and get over there, I swear."
A wet chuckle left your lips, adoration at your husband's antics making your eyes well up. "Okay, sir. Noted."
The call had ended soon after, but you couldn't sleep. Your chest was heavy from missing your other half but also because your mind wouldn't stop racing. It was that restlessness and distraction that came with a certain, unfinished task buzzing around in your head, and your body being on edge until you completed it.
You were seriously thinking of buying a flight ticket and surprising him on his birthday.
Yes, you were thinking of flying to Colorado from Paris to surprise him. Had you put in a leave? No. Did you inform your boss or colleagues? Nope. Did you have a plan? Absolutely not.
But you were going to make it happen. If he was ready to come all the way across the world to be with you, why couldn't you?
So you did the next best thing you could think of--texting your partner in crime, Nicolas.
You knew if you asked Nic to help you with this plan, he'd come through. No questions asked. And he'd keep the secret too. You've done this way too many times with him while buying gifts for Lewis or surprising him during race weekends.
You: Nic.
You: I need ur help
You didn't even have to wait for 5 minutes for him to reply back.
Nic: Hello there sister
Nic: What's up? everything ok? Isn't it 2 am there
You: I want to surprise Lew on his birthday by coming to Colorado. You think something can be arranged?🙁
Nic: Oh my god, yes, please. He's been talking about you nonstop. Wont even participate in the groupchat because he says just a little 'occupied’, in the sense that hes been alternating between his office and ur room exclusively.
Nic: Yesterday, i swear i saw him wear some of your bracelets and earrings. Even has ur scarf tied up to his bag. Pls get here asap. I will book everything for you, you dont have to worry about anything. 🙏
You jutted your lip out as you read his text, swore your heart fell down to your stomach because you hadn't been expecting for it to be this bad. Your husband, who has trained himself to keep his emotions in check and pull himself up whenever he was down, wasn't even taking interest in the plans he’d painstakingly curate for his rare off days.
And he loves stealing your accessories, but he usually went minimal when he was home, so for him to wear your bracelet stacks and earrings made you sadder as you quickly replied back to Nic.
You: oh my goddd my baby 💔💔
pretty pls book a ticket for me i cant stay here anymoreee :((( i miss him sosososo much
Nic: 😒 yall are so cute its disgusting
Nic: u only miss ur husband, oh ok i see how it is
You gasp and let out a breathy chuckle. You were only a few years younger than Nic, but it always felt like you had a younger sibling with the way the two of you bantered all the time. There's a reason why he was your partner in crime.
You: you know i miss you guys tooo i have so many gifts and snacks for everyone...unless you'd rather make fun of my husband and i! 😊
Nic: whoa whoa whoaaa, i got you
Nic sent a screenshot of your plane ticket under the text, making gasp in surprise. How did he do that so quick? You don't know. You'd never know. It's all a part of the Hamilton charm.
Nic: Here u go, now get back home asap
Nic: ill send Miles to pick you up, will keep Lew distracted enough so that he wont text or call you too much 👍
You: you're the bestest, thank you 🥹🥹 love u!!!
Nic: Love you too 😊 and dont thank me just bring me my edwart chocolatier chocolates 🤣
-
The flight was at 4 pm the next day.
You made quick work of informing your boss that you'd have to go back home and handed over your responsibilities to your coworker. Luckily, your boss let you go as you had already finished off most of the tasks so they didn't object your leave.
As soon as you got back to your hotel, you packed all of your bags and set off to find a birthday gift for your husband.
Which was a bit difficult as he always insisted he had too many things and would never ask you to get him expensive things--only because he loved the smaller gestures more. You'd gifted him a beautiful ring from Tiffany's once on your anniversary, one that had his birth flower on it in an intricate design, and while he'd kept it and wore it right below his wedding band, he'd told you he felt the happiest when you gave him the cardigan that you knit specially for him.
He always has access to the expensive stuff, but he so rarely receives things of sentimental values, like the bracelets his fans gift him or the greeting cards made by his niece and nephew. He cherishes them the most.
So you searched for the nearest embroidery store and bought a beige, pink and warm brown coloured yarn, along with a small crochet needle set. You went to an arts and craft supplies store next, grabbing a couple of letter beads and cute floral and sun charms to accompany and went back to your hotel room.
While waiting for your flight, you took out the supplies and got to work.
Deft fingers moved in and out, threading the yarn around the stick and looping it in familiar patterns as you focused on them intently. You had a clear vision in your mind as soon as you'd decided on a gift for Lewis--The derpy, chubby and proud look of your son was clear as day in your eyes, your fingers moving on autopilot as you made a fluffy crochet keychain charm of Roscoe.
All this time, you were surprised to see no texts or calls from Lewis, which meant that he had agreed to go skiing with Carmen and the kids, making you smile as you thought of their smiling, pink faces in the snow.
And before you knew it, you had a yarn replica of your beloved Roscoe in your hands, eyes admiring it mistily as you handled it like it was glass. You ran a thumb over the soft figure, as if you could feel his little folds and squishy head and you felt your bottom lip wobble. Closing your eyes to steady yourself, you took a moment to calm down before you let out a sniffle and attached the charm to a key ring. Soon it was joined by letter charms that spelled out 'ROSCOE', accompanied with a string of flower and sun charms.
A giddy smile broke out on your face as you pulled up the finished product in front of you, the pull in your chest tugging harder as you thought of how Lewis would react to this, and as if the universe had heard your longing, your flight was announced over the intercoms.
-
After an exhausting 10 hours of air travel, with surprisingly no disturbances around you except the anxiety churning in your stomach, you had finally touched down in Denver.
The first thing you did was check your phone, the screen lighting up with many calls and texts from Lewis, making you let out a wince as you scrolled through them. There were also a few texts from Nic and Miles, Nic mostly informing you that Lewis was slowly worrying about your lack of response, and Miles letting you know that he was already at the airport to pick you up.
Quickly gathering your luggage and pulling the hood of your sweater up, you made your way outside the airport and found Miles' tall self easily amongst the crowd.
As soon as he saw you, his face split into that smirk of his which either meant he was trying very hard not to look excited, or when he was up to no good.
Or both, maybe.
"Whas'up, girl!", he called out and spread his arm, bringing you forward in a side hug that you returned before he took your bags from your hands.
"Hey, stranger", you chuckled and began walking towards his car, the cold air of Denver making you sniffle slightly, his large frame slightly shielding you from any cameras.
You see, you weren't that close to Miles in the beginning. Not that you wanted to judge Lewis for his friends but it seemed like Miles was completely opposite to what you'd consider to be a friend. Yet, overtime, since the two of you were almost always together with Lewis, you came to see him as a friend. He was nice to you, always keeping you safe if Lewis wasn't around or if there were too many paps snooping around, and that was it.
You appreciated it, and it kept Lewis sane when he was busy.
"Your man has not shut up about how much he misses you, I swear. You better call him back because he's been making my ears bleed with how much he's worrying", he joked as he loaded your bags inside the car and opened the door for you.
Frowning, you fished out your phone and clicked on his contact name immediately, waiting until Miles had settled in the car to call him back.
You swore the phone only rung once before Lewis' warm voice bled into the speaker, making your heart rush.
"Love, where have you been? I've been-- I've been going insane. You haven't seen my texts, or my calls, or Nic's, mum's--nobody’s. Are you okay? It’s been 10 hours like, what’s going on there?", he rushed out in one breath, as if he’d been running a marathon before receiving your call.
Something splintered inside your chest, the guilt of lying and ignoring him eating at you again. You shared a worried look with Miles, who simply pursed his lips.
“—I-I couldn’t even eat lunch, I was so sick with worry, are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay because—”, you heard a shuddering breath before he continued, “I-do you want me to come over? I’ll call the jet now and—”
“Hey, hey, Lew, I’m here. It’s okay, I’m here and I’m okay, babe. I promise. I’ve just been—I’ve been sick so I slept in and I forgot to charge my phone. I’m sorry, my love, I’m really sorry for worrying you like that”, you rushed to explain, stuttering in between as you tried to come up with a valid excuse as to why you were missing.
Miles cringed at that because he could tell Lewis was panicking and thought about how Lewis would probably kill him for lying about this.
At your reply, Lewis somehow became even more alert, like the thought of you being sick in a foreign country was way more terrifying than you not receiving his calls or texts for a long time. (They were the same to him but he’d always make sure he looked after you when you were sick. The thought of you being alone when sick? Yeah he’s losing his mind.)
“You’re sick? What happened? Is it an asthma attack again? You have your inhaler? I’ll contact this doctor I know in Paris, I—”
“Lew! Hey, listen to me”, you placated him, looking at Miles with a stressed look on your face as you tried to calm your husband down. Miles scrubbed a hand down his face.
“It’s just a headache. I swear. I stayed up working till late and got a migraine. You know how it is. I swear I’m okay, infact I just had some food and was about to go back to sleep when I remembered to check my phone. And baby please, eat something. I feel horrible for worrying you like this. I’m sorry, bub”, you finished with a soft voice, swatting Miles’ shoulder with the back of your hand when he pretended to gag at the sickly sweet and soft tone you reserved just for Lewis.
The line broke with another shaky breath, as if he was trying his best to relax or push down the emotion in his throat. “Okay. Yeah. Don’t apologise, baby, please. I’m sorry for bursting out like that. It probably hurt your head even more. I-I’ll be fine. I want you to take care, okay? Take a nap, and call me once you’re awake, hm? I’ll be waiting. I’m here if you need me.”
You let out a tearful laugh at that. He was such a mama bear at times it was adorable.
“I love you, baby. Please eat something for me?”, you requested again.
“I love you, always. I’ll…I’ll try to eat for you, yeah?”, he finally sounded calm and relaxed again, his breathing back to normal. You felt yourself smile at that.
After saying your extended goodbyes, you ended the call and thumped your head back on the head rest, making Miles snort in laughter, as if it was a sitcom joke.
“Don’t laugh, Watson. This is the most stressed I’ve felt in my life. You should’ve heard how tensed he sounded, oh my godddd, I hate myself”, you groaned before pinching the bridge of your nose.
Nothing was worse than hearing your graceful and poised husband sound so low and worked up because you decided you wanted to surprise him.
“Oh, but I was thinking of making it more fun”, Miles replied with a suspiciously evil chuckle underlining his words, making you sit up and narrow your eyes at him.
“I mean, you must’ve seen the ‘walking past my husband until he notices me’ trend, right?”, as soon as the words left his mouth, you straightened up and widened your eyes, recalling the way you’d been trying to pull this prank on him for months.
“And anyways I’ve been trying to prank him with that, he caught me both the times because he’s too alert! But it’s a sensitive situation now, Miles, so it’s a no. He’s gonna find out anyways”, you finished with a shrug, head shaking in disapproval.
You’d never try to rub salt in his wounds when he was already so worked up.
Miles groaned. “Oh, relax. He’ll be caught off guard because now he thinks you’re really in Paris! Imagine how happy he’d be if he finds out it’s you! Trust me, it’ll be okay. Nic has given the fam a heads up already so you should be fine.”
At the apprehension on your face, he let out a dramatic sigh and raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, you can use me as a scapegoat if it goes wrong. Happy?”
You rolled your eyes.
“You bet I will. Please, let’s go now.”
As the car slid away from the parking area of the airport, you slowly took out the Roscoe keychain you’d made and caressed it, a sad smile stretching your lips as you thought about the thrill of surprising your husband for real this time.
-
Lewis’ POV
Look, if he could, he would’ve probably stayed locked inside his room or garage today.
But he couldn't really avoid his family any longer, especially not when Willow and Kaiden have been so sweetly preparing for his birthday, not when his mum and sister had been making all kinds of foods for him that he loves, not when Miles had especially flew down to Aspen so that he could support his friend and celebrate his birthday to cheer him up in your absence.
He'd done nothing but brood, cursing internally at how he let go of his composure easily, but he couldn't help it when it was you and he missed you like he needed air to breathe. His chest was so heavy every time he went to sleep because he'd been so used to your comforting weight next to him. The bed already felt empty and cold without Roscoe. Now he didn't even have you with him and he couldn't do anything about it except wait.
So, he swallowed his tears and anxieties, sent a quick text to you about how he might be offline for sometime as he's taking the kids to the candy shop nearby, before going skiing with them and his mum.
He opened Miles' texts for the third time, he was suspiciously MIA for the past hour and it was weirding Lewis out, but he chalked it to maybe him planning some kind of surprise for him. Closing his phone, he stepped out of the room while slipping a thick hoodie on, drawing the hood up, and called the kids over to join him.
-
The crisp, cold air of Aspen was welcome against his heated skin, his mind torn between focusing on the kids' giggles and questions about 'when will auntie come back?' and if they can "get donuts too?", along with freaking out over how you were sick and away from him.
The shop was at a walkable distance, the three of them strolling down the snow-filled, slightly muddy roads, the murmur of a stray vehicle going down the road and chatter of vacationers a welcome background noise. Willow was holding his right hand tightly, his left arm draped over Kaiden's small shoulders as he carefully guided them down the road, his head tilted down as he smiled at their endless bickering and curious questions, when he nearly walked into another person, his shoulder loosely knocking against them--and he suddenly felt like the entire world had paused.
He thought he was hallucinating, or making shit up because he was at a low mind space lately, but he swore he could smell your perfume.
He thought he saw your face too--but he was sure he caught a whiff of your scent. That same floral, slightly fruity scent of yours that makes him bury his nose against your neck.
But how was that possible? You were in Paris, and you were sick, so there was no way you could fly for 10 hours just to visit him.
The kids noticed how their uncle had stopped suddenly, his eyes unfocused and eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. But what he didn't notice was how they had been pulling his hands towards the other direction, the sound of his heartbeat louder than their tiny voices calling out for him to turn around.
Lewis shook his head and began walking the other way, brushing away his delusional, wishful thinking, but he was stopped once again by the kids pulling at his hands.
"Uncle, wait! Look!", squealed Willow, her voice oddly joyous as he wondered what made her react like this in the middle of the road.
"Hey, what-", Lewis turned around, putting a gentle hand on Willow's back while simultaneously following her and Kaiden's hands pointing at--
You.
What?
"What", was all that he could manage, his eyes locking onto your bundled up, smiling figure, a comforting warmth melting his insides and he took you in.
He was losing it, for sure. There's no way you were here.
But the kids saw you too. So you had to be real, right?
He got his answer when the two of them dropped his hands and dashed over to you, your arms thrusting out to catch them, meeting them halfway so that they don't slip--before bringing them in for a big cuddle, both of their little faces disappearing into your warm coat, tiny arms hugging you back.
Lewis couldn't help the short gasp that left his mouth, his lungs expanding in a long breath before he slowly made his over to you, admiring the way you look so beautiful against the white snow-- the way your hair and complexion popped out against it, how you pressed soft kisses to the kids' heads, how your eyes looked up and brightened as you noticed him walking towards you.
God, he loved you so much. How did he get to have this? After years of loneliness and bad coping habits, he somehow lucked out and had the honor of being called your husband.
"Surprise", you softly greeted him as he came closer, a shy smile tugging at your lips. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled you in a bear hug, with the kids in between you two, the beautiful sounds of their squeals and your giggles making his heart beat faster.
"How-you were sick, what are you doing here?", he whispered next to your ear, his lips slightly pressing against your earlobe, his eyes closed in bliss at the smell of you and your embrace.
"I told you I'd get you back, didn't I? My prank is complete", you cheekily replied before separating from the hug to let the kids breathe, barely registering the whine that left him, before turning back to cup his face.
He closed his eyes before croaking out, "I was miserable."
"I know", you cooed back in sympathy.
"Thought you were sick, all alone in a different country, and I was too worried about my f-damn birthday."
You smiled at his little correction in front of the kids.
"I missed you, god, I missed you. My chest hurt so bad, it's like-", he shook his head, as if getting rid of the thoughts, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his emotions again before leaning his forehead against your shoulder, arms tightly pulling you in his embrace.
You returned it just as passionately and closed your eyes to stop the tears from escaping. You had to be strong for him and in front of the kids. Your hands smoothed over his broad back, lips pressed against his neck as they brushed against it while murmuring "I know", "I'm sorry", and "I got yous."
And if you felt a wet patch on your shoulder, you didn't mention it to him, instead extended an arm towards the kids and let them hug you both at the same time, a beautiful symphony of shared giggles between Lewis, Willow and Kaiden fell onto your ears and you smiled just as big to join them.
"Auntie, we were going to buy candy, come with us!", Kaiden asked you with his eyes sparkling, Willow nodding her head with fervour to support her brother's request.
"Yes, of course~ but only if I can have some chocolate as well", you replied and tickled the two of them, their answering squeals and giggles and the joy on your face making Lewis bring the three of you closer. When you looked up from the kids, your breath hitched as you noticed the intense, deep, loving look in his eyes, his thumb making absent circles on your waist, making that small space heat up from the contact.
God, you missed him.
"Okay, you guys make the way, c'mon, let's go~", he urged them to walk in front, the two of them nodding cutely and making the way while bumping shoulders with each other. Lewis kept an eye on them for a moment before he turned around and leaned down to grab your face and pull you in for a dizzying kiss.
A squeal left your mouth as you grabbed his hoodie as support, his huge hands circling your waist and pulling you closer until you felt his nose press into your cheek, his oversized hoodie cap covering your faced slightly.
After what felt like a long time and your body now much more warm, the two of you separated, breathless, his forehead leaning against yours and his lips shifting to press fervent kisses against the corner of your mouth, cheek bones and nose.
"I love you. You're the best. I don't know what I did to deserve this but I love you, I'm so grateful for you, darling", he murmured as his lips finally reached your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss against it.
A content sigh left your mouth as you nuzzled your nose against him. "Shush. You deserve this and more. I love you so much, I would never forgive myself if I would've missed out on this, babe."
-
Later, after getting loads of candies and chocolates, the four of you returned to the house and you were immediately cuddled by his mum and sister, with a smug Miles in the background. The moment it clicked for Lewis that it had been him behind this, he pushed Miles' beanie off his head, not before being shocked at discovering that he had been lied to by Miles and Nic both. Nic simply laughed at him over facetime, teasing him for being whipped and acting like a 'soggy cat in the rain' for the past few days.
He then wouldn't leave you for the entire day, catching up on his cuddles, kisses, walks and talks with you.
And when the night fell, the chill of the air combined with the toasty confines of the home had given it a soft, tender feel. You slowly slipped out of your room while he'd gone to check on the cows for a last time. You went over to the kitchen, bringing out the small cupcake you'd secretly picked out for him and placed a small candle on top, sneaking back to the room, both hands behind your back hiding a cupcake and his gift at the same time, checking the time on your phone before preparing yourself.
12 am. It was officially his birthday.
He walked into the room and paused, assessing your stance and the shy look on your face carefully.
"You okay, baby?", he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the room.
You nodded before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling your vision blur around the edges, your voice soft as it caught against the lump in your throat. "C'mere?"
He answered with his sweet, gentle smile, walking over to where you were perched atop the soft covers, his black pullover making him look softer than ever. He sat in front of you, his inked hands coming over to rest on your duvet covered knees, eyes a sparkling, molten pool of honey and brows drawn in to gauge what was happening.
"What-", he cut himself off as your hands came out from the back, the candle highlighting his pink lips and making his nose studs twinkle like twin stars in the sky. His eyes quietly followed your hands, falling on the cupcake first before flicking over to your other hand--
His breath knocked out of his chest immediately at what he saw.
The beige, brown and pink yarn and beady eyes of the plush stared back at him, the lettered and trinket beads looked glossy under the dim light. A choked breath left his lips as he took it in.
You'd got him a custom keychain with your son on it.
He was not sure how was he ever going to thank you for this. He still wasn't sure what he did to deserve this.
"Happy birthday, baby", you wished him in a whisper, his glassy eyes tilting up to look into your own, the sheen of tears making your eyes look like pearls in water.
"Love..I--how? You made this? This is...it's so lovely", he whispered back, his hands coming up to cover both of yours, holding the two things and your hands at the same time. He looked down at the keychain again, his thumb coming up to brush against the crocheted plush with a furrow in his brow.
"Finished it at the airport", you replied wetly, before letting him take the gift from your hands, his gentle hands cradling it with such care that it made your heart break.
He breathed out a shaky laugh, holding the gift against his chest before giving you a dimpled smile. "You even gave him his little tongue and everything."
It was your turn to return his shaky laugh, your hand coming up to wipe at the tear escaping his eye. "I had to. It was his X factor. C'mon, blow the candle before you get wax cake as a gift too."
He leaned into your palm before leaning closer to the candle, eyes looking at it before flicking up at your face, a small smile playing on his lips as he blowed the candle out.
"You didn't wish", you frowned and took the candle out, missing the look in his eyes as he kept looking at you.
He didn't wish because he was looking at his wish.
"I didn't have to", was all he said, and your heart stuttered at how he looked at you and how seriously he said those words.
Then you realised. And immediately felt heat crawl up your neck.
A bashful chuckle left your mouth, causing him to lean forward and bury his nose in your hair, your face tucked against his jaw, his hand cradling the keychain--Roscoe-- against his chest, and his heart full with joy.
He had his whole world back in his arms.
You had your whole heart right here in your cosy little cocoon, with your most beloved people just down the hall, cluttering around to arrange their birthday boy's late night surprise.
And you can confidently say, that yes, this was the best prank you'd ever done.
-
AN: i got so carried on i had too much inspiration and yearning filled in meeee but theyre sooo cutie i love :(( also that candle wish scene is inspired from that tsitp scene with isabella’s birthday in paris when conrad is holding her cake hehe
Walking past my husband to see if he recognises me
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: 2 times you tried to prank your very alert husband and the 1 time you succeeded.
Warnings: This part is fluffy fluff! Roscoe baby makes a cameo, Lewis is a doting husband, they r so kewt you guys.
AN: Based on a video I watched at 1:30 am. <3 Part 2
[ divider by @uzmacchiato ]
You never know how clueless men are until you try a social experiment on them.
And while you were blessed with a husband who was always so observant and attentive, especially even more attentive than normal when it came to you, you were just dying to see how he’d react to this silly thing that you’d seen on TikTok.
It’s basically a trend where wives walk past their husbands at a public place to see their reactions and every time, without fail, the husbands reacted in shock and disbelief. As if their wife moved planets and they’d never seen her for ages.
As sharp and observant Lewis was, you knew he’d somehow fall for this. Especially when he’s got his earbuds in, having some cooling down time before any press or race.
-
I.
It was the race weekend at Spa.
Whenever Spa rolled around, it was always a stressful time for both of you.
For him, because he knew the actual struggles of the track.
For you, because his stress caused you stress, and watching the love of your life drive at 200 kmph in the rain on that unpredictable track would keep you on edge the entire time. Especially when said love of your life craved for these wet races. It’s been 5 years since you and Lewis got together and you still haven’t gotten used to the dread and anxiety that came with his profession.
Today, it was only 8 am and the gloom had already set in.
It was raining properly, everyone on the ground had whipped out their umbrellas and raincoats, the smell of petrichor and cold breeze giving it a pleasant and cosy feel, the colourful loops and slopes of Spa Francorchamps acted as the storm clouds instead of the actual ones rolling in.
You were bundled up in Lewis’s ferrari raincoat, the hood pulled up on your head to protect your head from the downpour, one that your husband has insisted upon.
“Don’t remove this or else you’re gonna sneeze all day. Remember last time?”, he said, his deft hands adjusting the fabric over your head with the gentlest of touches.
“Okay, dad”, you joked with an eye roll, making him smile and cup your chin sweetly, the cold metal of his wedding ring a pleasant sensation against your skin.
“I’m going to get changed. See you before I get in the car?”, he murmured before leaning in, planting a kiss on your cheekbone and lips while your arms went around his waist, his warmer hands resting on your back.
You hummed, leaning into the kiss, mind busy with preparing ways to deliver that prank on him.
He walked away towards the direction of the motor home to change into his racing suit, and you chose to stand to the side to pretend like you are walking inside the garage, until he was out of your periphery. Once he reached the stairs of the motorhome, you walked over from the other end of the garage and began walking towards him, the hoodie pulled down low to hide your face, trying to match his pace to overtake him and go unnoticed.
You noticed that he was distracted, so naturally, you thought you had him.
He was looking down at his phone, earbuds plugged in, head lightly bopping to whatever song he was listening. You pursed your lips to control the smile and giggle from escaping them, tiptoeing towards your man, fully confident that he’s not going to sense a thing.
Because how could he? He’s not going to hear your footsteps or see you.
But you seemed to have forgotten that your husband was trained to be vigilant and have a quick reaction time.
So just as you were catching up to him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, pulling an earbud out and quickly turned around, a surprised look on his face.
“Baby?”
You jumped back and pressed a hand to your chest. “Shit—babe!”, your voice bordered on a whine at the end.
His eyes widened slightly, hands immediately pocketing his phone and earbuds before they came up to hold your elbows, pulling you closer.
“What’re you doing here, baby? Everything okay? You need anything?”, he asked in that gentle tone of his. One that came out whenever he was talking about something important to him. In this case, it was you, and he was already overthinking about what must’ve happened for you to follow him like this.
“Lewis”, you groaned, holding his shoulders to soothe him and for support.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“I was trying to prank you”, you let out in an embarrassed murmur.
It was silent for a beat. You could only hear the patter of the rain drops on the gravel and the dull murmur of the crowd.
Lewis’s hands on your elbows stilled and he blinked twice before erupting in giggles, the boyish nature of them making you scrunch your nose up in shyness, his dimples and eye crinkles making your heart beat faster.
“Don’t laugh!”, you whined, making him giggle harder.
"You're so cute", he pulled you close to his chest and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You glared at him in response.
"Oh, c'mon, sweetie. I'm sorry for having sharp senses?"
He was just taking the piss out of it now, a teasing smirk plastered on his face as he 'apologised.' You both knew it wasn't just his senses. It was also because he was so tuned into your every moment that he somehow always knew if you were around. It was kind of freaky but you loved it because that meant he paid attention to you.
"Aw, don't be upset, darling", he cooed, pressing a kiss to the corner of the mouth, your hands bundled up in the collar of his own raincoat. "You can try again next time, I promise I'll make it happen, yeah?", he spoke into your skin, the same whimsical giggles hidden underneath his placating tone.
You scoffed and pushed him lightly, making him chuckle loudly in that carefree way he does.
Oh, you'd make sure you get him the second time.
II.
"Mummy's, we're gonna be's going's to the grocery store's, you need's anything's?", Lewis asked, in a silly voice, mimicking Roscoe's lisp, his phone perched up in front of the steering wheel, while holding Roscoe in his lap, his hands pulling at Roscoe's pudgy cheeks. They'd gone for a walk together this morning, with Lewis finally having some down time to come back home and spend with all of you.
What he didn't know, was that you were leaving the house to go to the store.
So you thought, why not try that same prank on him again by making him drive over to the store you'd been planning to visit, and reach their before him so that you could walk right past him and check if he notices you, again?
"Oh, aren't you guys so sweet", you cooed and blew kisses at the screen, to which Roscoe snuffed and tried to get closer to the phone. "Could you go to the one near our house? I need a specific brand that's only available there", you said in the most nonchalant tone that you could muster, so as to not make him suspicious.
“Sure, baby. What say, buddy? You wanna go shopping for mum?”, Lewis replied while scratching under the pup’s chin. Roscoe snuffed once again as if to confirm that he will be joining him to a grocery haul.
You jutted your lower lip out in adoration. “I love you guys. I’ll see you soon!”
“We love you too, babe. See ya!”, Lewis blew a kiss to the screen and ended the call.
You put your phone on the seat next to you with a giggle, and left the garage in determination.
It took you 10 minutes approximately to reach the street that the store was located at. You waited for a few minutes before you noticed that familiar car roll around the corner.
The area around your house and the store was pretty quiet and quaint, which meant it wasn’t too crowded especially, on an odd day like this, so you had to be extra careful to not get spotted by your eagle eyed husband and your intelligent son.
Too wrapped in your own caution avoiding the car at all costs, you looked away for a second to cross the street when your phone rang. Stepping over the curb, you made way to the corner of the store and checked who was calling you.
You almost groaned out loud.
It was Lewis.
You brought a hand up and made a ‘pulling down’ motion to bring yourself back to normal so that he doesn’t suspect anything in your voice.
“Hey, Lew, what’s up?”
“Uh-is there any chance you’re already at the store? I swear, I saw a woman who looked just like you. She’s even wearing that pink t-shirt you have. I’m literally looking at her right now and I think even Roscoe thinks it’s you, darling. His butt hasn’t stopped wiggling!”
You froze, cringing at yourself about how you’d failed a second time and realising too late that you’d been quiet for too long.
“Baby? You okay?”
Sighing, you turned around and saw your two boys standing right there across the street, leaning against the car.
Lewis turned his head and locked his doe eyes with you right away, his body automatically looked like he had lit up from the inside. Something akin to how a sunflower would react to the sun. You took a moment to admire your annoying beautiful husband.
His curls were hidden under a hat, muscular arms shining in a soft sleeveless t-shirt and shorts making his legs look meatier and strong. His tattoos were glinting prettily against his smooth, caramelised skin and you swore you could see his eyelashes curl up even from the distance.
God, you were so fucking lucky.
On the other hand, your lovely baby Roscoe sat up and wiggled his butt, letting out a bark as his little chubby head went back and forth between his dad and mum, looking every bit of the goodest and most handsome boys to ever exist.
“Oh! Wait—!”, Lewis breathed out on the call before ending it and tucking his phone into his pocket, carefully crossing the street with Roscoe hoisted up in his arms. Both of them full of energy once again.
You snorted at their excitement. It seemed like that this reaction they have to you, is something that’s never going to change. It’s been the same for the last 5 years. It’s going to remain the same for the rest of your lives.
And you’d cherish it every single time.
“Baby! You didn’t—what are you doing here?!”, Lewis asked as he walked over to you, letting Roscoe down next to you, his leash in one hand while his free one reached out to rest on your back, thick eyebrows pulled close in concern, as if he’d missed out on any emergency that you were facing.
“We were gonna get you whatever you wanted, you didn’t have to come over, darling. What’s-”
He abruptly paused.
Lewis raked his eyes over your face. How it seemed like he could feel the heat emanating off your face. How you wouldn’t meet his eyes. How you kept playing with your phone case as if…
As if you were nervous. Or embarrassed. Or shy.
Or all three.
The last time this happened was—
“Wait”, he said, as if a bulb had gone off in his head and he’d suddenly put all the puzzle pieces together.
Roscoe blinked. You scrunched your nose up at being caught.
“Are you…baby, were you tryin’ to prank me again?”, his accent was making you dizzy as he’d leaned in real close to you, trying to meet your eyes, the soft yet quick drawl of his voice makimg you even more shy than you already were.
He noticed how you closed your eyes and that was it for him.
A hand brushed over your waist and squeezed it, brown eyes swimming with mirth and voice dripping with amusement as he continued to tease you.
“You were, weren’t you? You were gonna sneak up on us!”, he finally giggled out, making Roscoe perk up and wiggle his butt again.
“Lewis”, you groaned, not confirming or denying his statement, and brought your hands up to cover your face.
“I knew it was you the moment Roscoe started dancin’”, he let out in between giggles, the sound of them so contagious that you huffed and joined him eventually, looking down at your fur baby and mouthing a small ‘traitor’ in his direction. Roscoe simply leaned his chubby head against your knee, completely unbothered yet comforted with your presence.
Soon, soft hands cupped your face lovingly, before bringing you close for a warm kiss, his nose pressing into yours adoringly as you let out a squeak.
"You gotta try harder, baby", he murmured into your lips, pressing another kiss to your cupid's bow before looking down between the two of you. "Especially around Rosc, isn't that right, buddy?"
Roscoe huffed in agreement, head tilted up in pride.
You let out a chuckle at that, bending at your waist to scratch under his wrinkly chin before straightening up and doing the same to Lewis by scratching his scruff lovingly. He smiled so big his dimples were visible and you could feel yourself melt right away.
"Now you've challenged me. I'll get you one day, just watch", you murmured back and kissed his dimpled cheek, prompting him to draw you closer by the waist, the three of you uncaring of the people passing by, too wrapped up in each other's warmth to be bothered.
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The last part of this will be posted separately because i got carried on and wrote a longass fic 😭
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want to write an angsty piece about cultural differences and how they break a relationship because someone doesn’t wanna/can’t commit due to their profession but the person they’re with are being pressured by their family to move on and get married/be stable eventually.
