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༉‧₊˚. Mason Mount ༉‧₊˚.

༉‧₊˚. Jude Bellingham ༉‧₊˚.

༉‧₊˚. Charles Leclerc ༉‧₊˚.

˗ˏˋ꒰ Latest one (as in 14th September)

・❥・ Hunt Game ch. 4

・❥・ Who are you? p.2

・❥・ Swimming lesson

・❥・ Ashamed

・❥・ Cookies!

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while we are at it, please hit me up with some ideas. anything with a little bit of angst would be amazing. i’m in the mood to write for langdon and abbot

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Lullaby!

Pairing : jack abbot x f!reader (dad!abbot)

Summary : you ended up in the emergency room. your little girl was freaking out and so was abbot

Warnings : fluff, tiny little angst if you squint hard enough, no usage of y/n, medical inaccuracies, not proofread, havent written anything in a long period of time so go easy on me ok? ok

Jack lifted his brows at Robby. It was now no longer a surprise to see his friend still in the hospital as he got started with his shift. The hospital seemed to be eating Robby these days. Guess sometimes he too, let the job to fuck him up. 

“Go home.” Jack said in a joking tone though deeply—he actually meant it. He recognized that look on Robby. The ‘longing for the comfort of the pillow’ kind of look is what you called it and he rolled with it up until now.

“I’ll be gone in a minute and you won’t be seeing me anymore.” Robby placed both of his hand on the counter whilst exhaling a sigh.

Jack immediately raised his finger. “I don’t like the sound of that. Thought I made it clear, I am in your emergency contact but I don’t wanna be called.”

Robby shook his head. It might be too early for Abbot to switch that attitude but it was too late for him to reciprocate so he let it passed. But what he couldn’t overlook was the colourful bandage wrapping around Jack’s pointy finger. He didn’t have to point it out verbally. 

Jack looked at his finger, trying to figure out why Robby was staring at him. “It’s the work of art.” He said, beaming. He remembered the night he accidentally cut his finger and how his little girl was overreacting from it.

“Oh no! Daddy hurts his hand!” Lulu shrieked. She was busy, too busy trying to get the med kit from you. Her little lips was jutting out. Jack and you had a hard time trying to hold in the laughters. This was a serious matter. One would have thought Jack cut his whole hand instead of a little scratch from the little one’s reaction.

“Ouchie, ouchie! My hand!

Keep it clean and dry,

Wrap it gently nice and snug,

My bandage gives my hand a hug!”

The little lullaby was what he taught his little girl and from then onwards, whenever you, Jack or Lulu ended in a small mishaps, Lulu would be singing with her cute voice. Perhaps it was also the reason for Lulu to stop freaking out because for as long as the hands were hugged by bandages, they will get stronger every day!

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You let out a cackle at the picture of Jack posing with his colourful bandages. The thumb swiped across the screen, flicking to another pictures of your little family. As your eyes scanned the little clock at the corner of the phone, your smile was completely gone. Lulu should be asleep. 

You were going to tuck her to sleep but you ended up scrolling aimlessly?

“Lulu?” You called out.

“Yes, mommy!” 

“Should we go to sleep, bub?”

“Yes! Let me tidy!”

You could hear her soft humming. Her habit whenever she cleaned up her toys. You put aside the phone in your hand, clearly bothered with how much time you lose with it. And how much you head felt heavy. You softly rubbed at the temple of your head and let out a sigh. Maybe you scrubbed the bathroom too hard. 

Or maybe you just need a shower.

You were wrong. Clearly wrong. As soon as you stood up, the bedroom started to spin. The last time you were drunk was years ago but you still remember how it felt. This time, it was even worse. Everything around you seemed to shake, your legs felt wobbly, a step taken felt like you were stepping on air. Your hand was stretched afar, trying to get hold of something but right when you take another step, another wave of dizziness slapped you in the head.

You were unsure of what happened next. Your lids felt like it was glued together. Everything felt like a dream. Your ears were ringing but you could hear a faint voice talking? Mumbling perhaps. 

Everything was vague. The ringing in your ears got louder and louder as it sent a sharp jolt of pain to your head. There was something warm but you couldn’t find out what it was.

Then, you succumbed to the darkness.

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Lena looked at the entrance of the ambulance thought the glasses that was sitting on the bridge of her nose. Ambulances came in all the time, bringing patients with different levels of conditions. Her mind was already scanning empty rooms before she yelled out the number.

But as soon as she saw the little girl crying while running after the stretcher, she immediately got on her feet, leaving her unfinished jobs at the nurse stations. 

“Mommy is hurt! Help mommy!” Lulu cried as she tugged her hand. Hard. Trying to find ways to be with you. Only after she saw a familiar face, her screaming for help sounded more aimed. She pulled on Lena’s scrubs with tears streaming down her blushed cheeks.  

“Get Abbot.” She barked. “Now.”

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“Dr. Abbot.”

“Nazely.” Jack replied, carelessly. His focus was still locked on the patient. Hands too busy with the ongoing absorbable sutures procedure. 

“Uhm…” Nazely hesitated. “I—your—“

Jack cocked a brow. “Nazely.” His tone sounded more serious this time.

“Your wife and daughter came in…Lena asked me to come and get you.”

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“Daddy!”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Jack scooped Lulu up in his arms. Looking at her teary face up close broke a piece of his heart. He brushed the damp cheeks, leaving a peck on her forehead. 

“Mommy— mommy is hurt! There’s blood here— and here and head and mommy don’t wake when I call!” Lulu was struggling to finish her sentences with hiccups in between her words. “Please help mommy!”

“Okay, okay, bug. Daddy’s gonna help mommy but you’ll have to stay here, okay? You’’ll have to stay with Lena.”

**

Abbot glanced at Lulu’s pouty face as his little girl walked away with Lena. Soon as he walked into room 11, Jack could feel his heart beating like crazy. He approached you carefully, as if you would break even more in one wrong move. You looked pale and the cut around your temple made his blood ran cold but wasn’t able to hold it in when you stretched your arms, desperate to be hold.

“You are okay. God, you are okay. You’re okay, you’re okay.”  Jack pulled you in a hug. His whisper sounded intended to him more than it does to you. It sounded like he was telling himself what he saw out loud just so he knew you were indeed fine.

Shen knew the protocol was different if a family member was involved but he had already ruled out a few things from his early assessment. Jack’s hand shook slightly, the staggering feelings somehow affected his whole act. Soon as Shen walked away, a wall built tall guarding his feelings seemed to crush.

“What happened, baby?”

“I…don’t know. Everything felt so hazy I don’t know—“ Your eyes were brimming with tears. “Is Lulu okay?”

“Lulu is fine. She’s fine, baby. She’s with Lena.” His scanned you. “Do you have trouble breathing?”

You shook your head. “I still feel a little light headed but Shen has—”

“I’ll run an ECG and some…blood test and uh—CT scan…“ Jack blinked hard. He wanted to check everything. He wanted to get the result out of everything. You could be having a heart disease that was hidden all this time or a sepsis or an internal bleeding from a head injury and none of these possibilities could make him calm. 

This wasn’t his usual self. He always knew what to do, what a patient needed but everything seemed to be blocked out. Until you took his hand, pulling him close. “Jack, I’m fine, baby. Shen said I was dehydrated and he had took care of everything. I just need you, I just need my husband.”

Jack breathed out. He swallowed hard and sat back on the bed before pulling you into a hug. “I love you so, so much.” He murmured into your hair as you melted in his embrace.

“I’m sorry I scared you…”

“It was better to see you here, baby.” Who knew what could happen if you weren’t here. It was just you and Lulu at home.  “Did you call the ambulance when it happened?”

You shook your head. You were barely awake, yes but you clearly remember you weren’t alert enough to call an ambulance so that made…

Outside the room, there was a faint, soft voice mumbling a song as she patted the bandage on Lena’s finger.

“Wrap it gently nice and snug,

My bandage gives my hand a hug!”

You exchanged glances with Jack. There was one thing that came to your mind. 

The CCTV.

**

“9…1…1…” Lulu stood up when she heard the response coming from the other hand. “Hello! My mommy hurt! She—she fall and hurt her head!” She crouched down, her little hand patted on your head over and over. Besides her, there were boxes of bandages with the med kit box wide open. “My bandages are too small to give hug! Please help mommy!”

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Coming soon

The Trauma Centre

Frank Langdon x reader

summary : an active lifestyle makes it easy to believe that life is always about moving forward. until one unexpected moment lands you in the trauma center in pittsburgh, where every heartbeat, every loss, and every miracle unfolds right before your eyes. suddenly, the stories your boyfriend used to tell are no longer just stories. they become the reality you’re living.

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I wonder who I would be today if I didn’t develop an obsession with fanficion when I was 11

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Why are there no Jake Sully fics without smut, polyamory, or cheating?!

That’s just not what I personally want to read about. I get people are into different stuff, but why are there no fluff and/or angsty reads?! I’ve found like maybe 3 in total, not counting mine.

This fandom is like 15 years old, where are all the fics?! With all due respect, get to work people!

(With that being said, send me Jake Sully requests PLEASE! I will do what needs to be done.)

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Comfort or chaos?

Prologue

Just something that I kept in my draft for months.

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You have always hated attention. The gazes would make you shrink. It makes you feel smaller in everything. But growing up in this body, you just get used to it. Something about the complexity of your head. It gives you peace even though you were standing in the obstreperous room.

Which is why you always love your job as a race strategist. You work behind the curtain with a few others. Every success, pushes the persona to the middle of the stage, earning praises and compliments.

Today, the curtain feels like it is being pulled apart. A little. The soft ray from the spotlights lightly hit on your face and you wince.

All because of the team's performance.

Last few races were horrendous. The team went downhill, off the chart. It causes lines of whispers amongst the fans and media.

What happened?

What was the cause?

Ferrari had been doing well ever since the start of the season. What causes them to hit the hole when the flaps of the chequered flag is just a few miles ahead?

And it all pointed to you.

The young engineer who was soaked up into the team. A young woman, at that. What made you so special? Was it a good decision to put a newbie, a blank canvas into a team who have blended together for months? Years? As if that wasn't enough. They started digging on your past. Every woman who is in this sport has got to be tangled up in a mess with any of the team members or even the drivers themselves. You weren't climbing up the ladder of success. You were offered a trampoline.

It wasn't a fair race.

So the main causes of these shambles has to be you. The water was calm and unwavering. You were the rock was thrown in and causes these water circles on the surface tension.

Walking to the paddock feels like striding across the stage, in front of hundreds of people. If you have to be honest, all you could hear are the thumping sound of your heartbeat amongst these uproarious shouts coming from the seating area. Your palms are all wet.

Those rows of blue seats were completely void when you left the paddock last night. Now, it is pack that you could barely see the deepest hue of blue.

"Focus. Focus, y/n. Foc— ouch!"

The hard bump on your shoulder causing you to actually put a halt on your step as you turn back and immediately grab the person's hand to apologize. "I'm so sorry!"

**

"Eyes ahead, sweaty."

"I'm— sorry! I'm so sorry!"

The guy in yellow racing suit gave a smirk before pulling his hand away, sneakily rubbing it off his shirt. His gaze start trailing the girl who start sprinting off towards Ferarri's garage, steering the cameras like some sort of a challenges.

"Ssup!"

Heading inside the garage, greetings started flying in from the team members. He's the spotlight. The central of everything. The one who pulls the trigger. Every step he makes would follow by a ring of light, eliminating shadows from trailing his way.

He loves it. He loves being the centre of the attention. He loves validation. He lives for it.

"Yeah, I saw her. The start wasn't very sweet afterall. Can't really say anything. It's tough out here."

Plucking out his airpod, he starts locking in to the conversations.

"Was it true?"

"What? The rumor?"

"Yeah."

"I have no idea."

"Have you ever heard he say anything? Was there any response from the team?"

"Nah. You know how they love to keep the sheet clean. If anything, it might get sweep under the rug."

"What was it?" Lando clears his throat, hands busy with his phone. Trying to make it seems as if he wasn't eavesdropping for the past few minutes.

"Oh, we were talking about the new girl in Ferarri."

"Ah..." He nods. More to himself.

"Have you heard about her?"

How would he missed anything? Scrolling through the gossip page has to be the first thing he would do every morning. "The cause of the downfall?"

"Yeah."

"She gotta prove her worth just like anyone else." He shrugs. Sure, you might have given an opportunity but you can't expect people to throw the red carpet on your way. No one had it easy and so do you.

"Enough with all of the chit chat, fellas. You, out. You, media in 5." A team press officer walks in, giving a clap as a sign to shut every conversation. Fingers poiting like a laser.

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You had been dodging every one. Only speaks when you have to. Yes, you were the top student in your class, one of the best in your batch but joining this world is like a battlefield. It feels like stopping to catch a breath would cost you half of your life.

Eyes lock on the screen. The endless commentators went all ahead with the analysisi as the cameras panned with different views. You clenched your fist, flows of your breath feels like you are being chased by someone.

This isn't your job. You aren't paid to stand and watch the race from the garage. You have to do more but you aren't allowed to. Not when you were required to take a step back for this race.

"Y/N, you should take a breath. We'll take this one. You know, we kinda want to win this time and actually gets a point before the end of season."

You want to win too. This is your team. If they win, you win. But all you could do was to nod and went along.

So, here you are. Standing in the garage with headphone in like you were in a freaking movie theatre.

"And Charles Leclerc crossed the finish line! That was his third P1 in a row! Wow! What an amazing race pulled by this young fella."

The sudden roar from the commentators causes your gaze to spring up. So much for trying to be a good strategist when you can't even focus on the race, y/n.

The camera focuses on the driver in red who climbs his way out from the car, fists shaking as the rest of the crowd screaming with joy.

And you see that smile. The same smile that plants a seed in your heart, letting it bloom into a beautiful flower only to rip it off. But you'll always ended up mirroring the way his lips curled into that beautiful, same, soft smile.

Sure, you made a promise to completely erase him from your life. Though it felt like a chapter of him was written in a permanent ink. Removing a chapter of him would never leave you with a clean paper. It will get all crinckle. Tearing the page off would be impossible, skipping the chapter would make you lose the plot.

That's not how life works.

"Always the same face." One of the pit crew spits out.

"Yeah. Always the same cocky, red guy." You flashed a smile. As if you weren't trailing the memory lane from the same face.

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fck me why am i suddenly head over heels for sergeant barnes

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OMG WELCOME BACK QUEEN (been so long my wedding is in a few days), MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!

Honestly, anything you write will be PERFECT AND PHENOMENAL

girl you getting married?!?! omgomg congratulationsss why am i tearing up 😭☝🏼

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how about a pap touching reader inappropriately and her being to scared to tell Charles and he finds out via leaked pics and get very upset with her and she flinched away from him and he then finally registers what happened to her and takes care of her and gets rid of the pap

gonna start on this one first! thank you, anon! 🤎

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I’m not sure if I should continue with this one. I haven’t written in so long my writing skill is all rusty. And I don’t know if there’s anyone who still wants to read my writing 😔😔😔

You and Charles had been together for four years. Ever since he asked to be your boyfriend, you had gotten a clear image to how it was gonna be like. Your life and his life were different. Like, way different.

He was an athlete with millions of followers meanwhile you were just a normal, postgraduate student. Your Instagram followers were just your friends yet that alone could still made you anxious whenever you post anything on your own account.

You weren’t build for the public eye. You just knew it. It just felt so…naked. The one that kind of strapped away your freedom. Which is why you always tried to keep it private.

And Charles had been very supportive. He’d support any decisions you made. You still would have accompany him attending events and races so some rays from the spotlight would still shone on you at some point.

Everything still felt unfamiliar. The loud noises, people approaching you, trying to start a small conversation, having to remember faces and important names, everything still felt a little unfitted so sometimes, you prefer to pull yourself away, letting Charles to do his job.

“Y/L/N?”

Turning around, you saw a guy with expensive looking camera on his hand. Immediately, you pointed at the other way around. “Charles is not with me. He should be there…”

There was a hint of confusion on his face before he shook it off with a small laugh. “Oh, no. No, no. I wasn’t looking for him. I’m on a break.”

You saw he placed his camera on the table as he took a seat by your side. It was awkward, yes— you haven’t met him before but he started talking to you as if you were close.

The never ending voice became a nuisance. You tried to make it obvious that you weren’t comfortable, to get him to leave you alone but he brushed every single attempt.

That was until you got off from your seat.

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HIIII, SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK!!!! been coming back to your blog a lot to see if you had made some updates and just entered thinking that probably you were still off but you are not!!!! I'm so happy. would love to read cookies pt2 first, been waiting for that part so eager. please would love to know if you will be talking requests since i need more dad!jude and dad!charles. thanks and welcome back <33333

Hii! This is sooooo sweet!! <333 I wasn’t expecting people would still waiting for cookies pt2! I’ll try to get it done once I’m done writing my current og story!

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my next story will be in parts bcs girlie hasn’t written anything in so long she forgot how to make it short :((

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HI JUST SAW YOUR POST PLEASEEE I BEG THY POST THE PAP ONE PLEASEEEE!!!!

YOU GOT IT! I’m keeping my promises this time. I’ll get it done as soon as I cann

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It’s been a while. Which one should I start first. Pap touching reader inappropriately or cookies part two.

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ahh i’m actually crying right now because i missed you so much 🥹🩵 i hope you’ve been well!

aaaa i missed being here too 🥹 i hope you are doing good too, anon!

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A fresh start

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x singlemom!reader

Theme : Angst, fluff

Word count : 4.2k

Part 2

Requested!

In which Charles had a crush on the new member of the team without knowing he was already a good friend of her toddler.

It gets a little heavy near the end so heads up! Not proofread!

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"There seems to be a problem with the downforce. It kind of eats the tyre quite a lot."

Charles felt a touch on his hip while he was too busy listening to the engineers. Looking down, he saw a small kid patting on his leg, while the other hand seemed to be offering him something. "Hey, are you giving this to me?" He asked, pulling the headset from his ear as he crouched down.

"Yeah! My mom always gives me candy whenever I am stressed with my homework. You can—oh." The little kid fumbled with the wrapping paper that was securely wrapped around the lollipop. "I can’t take the plastic off for you. Sorry…"

"Oh, it’s okay. Let me help you." Charles twiddled with the wrapper as it went loose before he pulled it off. "There! Oh, for me? Are you sure?"

"No stress! Bye bye!" The toddler waved and sprinted off, leaving Charles with the strawberry lollipop in his hand.

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"Any idea who she is?" Charles nudged Joris and tipped his chin towards the girl who was across the room.

"She’s part of the communication executive." Joris took a quick glance and went back to his phone.

"I have never seen her before." His eyes were latched on the girl, seeing the way she talked with her hands, nodding and smiling at whatever the other girl was talking about.

"She just joined the team."

"What’s her name?" Charles nudged Joris again, causing him to heave a sigh and stand up.

"Y/N!" Joris called out.

"Joris! What the fuck?" Charles slapped his friend’s leg and looked away. The phone in his hand seemed to be looking much more interesting, though it wasn’t even turned on. While his fingers were dancing and tapping on any random buttons on his phone, his ears were listening to the conversation—well, more like listening to her voice. It was weird how he had never seen her before, but Joris seemed to be getting along with her very well.

"That was Y/N." Joris gave a smile, stealing a peep from Charles’s phone, and laughed when he saw it was on camera, capturing Charles’s face from an angle below. "Nice picture, by the way. Is that why you couldn’t stop looking at it when she was here?"

"Very unnecessary, Joris. You could have just told me her name." He threw his cap on and stood up to leave the room.

"I thought you wanted to get to know her." Joris exclaimed, seeing his best friend walking away.

"I can figure that one myself!"

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"Charlie!"

"Hey, Adam! Give me a five!" He bent down as the little one hopped and touched their hands together. This has been his fourth time seeing him, and every single time, his visit would get longer and longer. The first time he met the kid, he just dropped by to give him candy and walked away. This time, he came by with candy and shared a few little jokes and games.

"Do you always wander around the paddock alone? Your dad never gets mad." He ripped the top off the candy and handed it to the kid.

"No, mommy won’t be mad if I just stay around the red garage. Oh! Sour!" His face scrunched up, making the driver cackle.

"Oh? You’re with your mom? Dang, this is sour." He made a face and shivered as the sourness hit.

"Yeah, I’m with mommy! Daddy is…" He looked down, his bottom lips jutting out. Charles knew right away it wasn’t something light if this was the reaction coming from a 4-year-old kid, so he cut the topic short.

"You don’t have anything sweet in there? I’m not a fan of sour candy."

Adam patted his pockets and shook his head. "No more candy! I stole that from mommy. Shh, she didn’t know." He put his pointy finger on his lips and giggled.

"Your secret is safe with me, buddy. I have to go. See you around, Adam!" Charles stood up and gave the little one a pat on the head before he went to get Andrea for his short meeting before the press conference.

"This will be your..." 

Charles was slapped with what felt like a brick when it was just a file of papers, but the sting was unexpected, causing him to lean back as he covered one side of his face with his hand.

"Oh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I just slap you?"

Chuckling, he shook his head and pressed his palm on his eyes—the ones that just got slapped on. "No, no. Well, yes, I’m okay. Are you–"  Her beauty from up close astounded him, erasing all vocabularies in his head as he went blank. "You are beautiful," he muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Oh? Oh, nothing. Y/N, right?" He offered a handshake with the widest grin. "I’m Charles."

"Everyone knows who you are, Charles." You laughed, accepting the handshake. "How do you know my name? I never properly introduced myself."

"Oh, Joris told me." He answered, his eyes still on her, making him look like a fool without realising it.

"Do you have anything else to say? Because I need to." She pointed the other way. "I need to head there."

He pulled himself back to his senses and stepped aside. "Oh, sorry about that. I’m not going to hold you any longer."

"Sorry about that. Good luck in the qualifying round!"

"Oh, wait! Is this yours?" He crouched down and took the sour candies on his feet. The same one he got from the kid

"Oh, yeah! Must have slipped off my hand. Thank you!"

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"Mommy, look!"

You took the paper that he handed to you and cackled at the drawing. "What is this, sweetheart?"

"Guess, mommy! Look, I drew the moustache too." He pointed at the little lines, wearing the proudest smile.

"A moustache? Is that a cat?"

"Yes! Like the one we used to have!" He started collecting all of his marker pens and coloured pencils, placing them in his small pencil case as he saw you start packing your stuff. "Are we going back already?"

"Yeah, mommy’s all done with my work, so we can head back early. Should we go on a little date and get ice cream?" Shutting down your laptop, you placed them in the case when Adam seemed to be rushing to go somewhere with his little backpack. "Where are you going?"

"Mommy, wait! I haven’t met Charlie!"

"What even is Charlie?" You muttered, picking up the missing marker pens he had missed for rushing.

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"Hey, munchkin! I was waiting for you." Charles grinned and offered his hand for a high five. "Where have you been?"

"Oh! I’m going back already. Wait!" He sneaked his little hand into his pocket and frowned when he couldn’t find the thing he was looking for. Charles then saw him pull his arms off his small backpack and sneak his little hand inside the small compartment. "This is for you!"

"You are going home? Why?" Taking the small Mars bar from the little one, he kept it in his hand as he helped him put on his backpack again.

"Mommy’s done with her work early today, so I’m going out on a date!"

Charles grabbed his little arm before he could sprint away. "You? You are going out on a date? Wait, with who?"

"Adam!"

The driver’s facial expression went blank as he heard the voice. The little arm in his hand slipped off as he saw the little one run and hug the legs of the woman he has been dying to talk to over the past couple of months.

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"Mommy!"

You ruffled his hair as he crashed into you. "Have you met your Charlie?" Bending down, you squeezed his chubby cheeks as you took his hand in yours.

"Yes! That’s Charlie!" He exclaimed, pointing at someone.

You saw Charles still crouching down with a Mars bar in his hand. He was already looking at you as you laid your eyes on him. He looked surprised and stunned, as he didn’t seem to catch the smile you gave.

"He's—he’s yours? Adam, is your kid?" He queried, taking steps closer.

"Yeah, he’s my son. Wait–" Looking down, you cupped his little cheek. "Adam, Charlie, is Charles? Is this the friend you have been giving your candy away to?"

"Yes!" he squealed.

You thought he had been making friends with a cat or any other person, but not with an actual driver, because who would have thought he would have the most time in the world to be friends with a 4-year-old kid? "I’m so sorry if he had been bothering you. I truly had no idea about that.”

"It’s okay, Y/N. I got free candies." He showed the Mars bar he had in his hand, making you chuckle.

"I am going out on a date with mommy. Do you want to come?"

His words became a mumble as you quickly covered his mouth. "Charlie is busy, Adam." Tilting your head back and facing the driver, you asked the little one to wave before walking away. "I’ll get going now. Say bye, Adam."

"Bye, Charlie!"

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"What’s with that smile?" Joris peeked his head to look at the little kid, who kept looking back every now and then to wave his little hand at the driver.

"Nothing." Charles ripped off the Mars bar in his hand and took a bite of it, cocking his brow at Joris, who seemed to have more questions. "What?"

"Nothing." He mimicked Charles’s expression and moved away before he could get hit in the head.

"You didn’t tell me she had a kid." Charles blurted.

"I thought you wanted to figure it out yourself. Why? Does it change anything?"

"What do you mean?" He queried, taking another bite from the chocolate bar.

"Does it change your little crush on her now that you know she has a kid?"

"No, not at all. I like her even more now." He chuckled and did a double take on his friend. "Wait, how do you know I have a crush on her?"

"Because you aren’t being too discreet about it. I bet Adam knew it too. Give me that." Joris snatched the chocolate bar from the driver’s hand and took the last bite. "You shouldn’t eat too much sweet for your diet, you know."

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"Adam, I need your help." The sound of music in the room was cut off when the driver finally spoke what had been in his head for weeks. Charles was lying down on the couch in his driver room with his little friend, while the little one was too busy colouring the dinosaur from his book.

"More candy?" He asked, switching to a different colour pencil from his case.

"No, not candy. I wanted to ask your mom on a date." He put his phone away and sat up, looking at the little one full of anticipation.

"No."

"Wait, what? Why?" Charles stood up and took a seat by Adam’s side. He casually started participating in the colouring activity as he took a blue pencil and started filling in the tail section of the dinosaur. "I thought we were friends?"

"Mommy only goes on a date with me."

"She might want to go on a date with me." He assured him, helping him change to a different coloured pencil.

"I don’t want mommy to cry again, so, no. I need to go now!" He stood up and packed his colourful stuff inside his little backpack with the help of the driver.

"I won’t make her cry, Adam." Charles handed him his colouring book as the toddler stood up to leave.

"That’s what Daddy used to say too. Bye bye, Charlie!"

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"Charlie hurt?" 

"Yes, sweetheart. He crashed today, so you shouldn’t bug him, okay? Just stay here." You pinched his little cheek before handing him his iPad. "Not too long. Turn it off when mommy says so, alright?"

Adam did listen to you and stayed in the break room while you sorted out a few things before race day tomorrow. There wasn’t any meeting until the next hour, so you got to do your work while listening to your kid watch Coco ten times this weekend.

Until you heard a knock on the door,

"Hi. Uhm, I’m looking for Adam." Your eyes widened as the driver peeked his head inside the room.

"Charlie!" He put his iPad to the side and hopped off the couch to run straight into Charles’s arms.

"Why didn’t you come to see me?"

"Mommy said I shouldn’t bug you. Are you okay?" You chuckled when he cupped the driver’s cheeks with his small hands.

"Yeah, I’m okay. Wait, actually, not really."

To that, Adam gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. "Oh, no! You need candy?"

"Come here." Charles pulled your son to the end of the room, so you were no longer able to eavesdrop on the conversation.

You saw those two start whispering something, giggling, and laughing while you were left out. "Bye Charlie!" He waved as the driver trod, leaving the break room.

"Bye, munchkin. See you, Y/N. You look beautiful in a ponytail, by the way."

You were taken back by the sudden compliment, and your hand went to stroke your hair now that he mentioned it. "But I always have my hair tied?"

"Yeah, that’s what I meant." He gave a wink before walking away, leaving you and your toddler, who seemed to find the whole situation funny.

"What did he tell you?" You tried to pry into their business, acting casual by going back to your work.

"It’s a secret!" He winked, which looked more like a face scrunch as he went back on his iPad, making you frown in confusion.

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"Go! Open the door!"

"I can’t. Give me a second."

"Why?"

"I’m nervous, buddy."

"I’ll open it for you!"

"No, no!"

You were staying in the break room, playing with your phone while your little one stayed outside, watching an army of people in the paddock celebrate the drivers on the podium. He had promised to stay just outside the room so you wouldn’t have to worry about him being in the crowd, but minutes later, you kept hearing whispers right outside the door. You weren’t sure who the owner of the other one was, but you were so sure one of them belonged to your son.

"Mommy?" 

"The door is not locked, love. Just come in." You replied and went back to your phone, expecting him to walk in, but he didn’t.

"Go, Charlie!”

"Is there anything wrong?" Placing the phone away, you pushed the door open and saw that your toddler kept on pushing the driver towards your door. "Charles? Do you need anything?"

"Y/N. Actually–"

"Charlie wants to ask you out on a date!" Adam cut in.

The words made you flabbergasted. That was impossible. Why would he ask you out on a date when every woman he met on a daily basis dressed up way better and had better body shape than you?

And they were single. While you were a divorcee, you even had a kid.

"Stop joking around, Adam. Leave Charlie alone, okay?" Adam hid behind the driver as you tried to grab his arm, giggling while hugging Charles’s legs.

"Would you go out on a date with me?"

You gave a dry smile and shook your head right away. "Sorry, Charles. I have a kid, remember? Who’s going to take care of him if I—“

"Joris will play with me! Right, Charlie?" He pulled on the Ferrari’s shirt, chuckling as he felt Charles’s hand on his neck.

"Joris agreed to take care of Adam for one night. They are best friends." Charles assured.

"I can’t, Charles. I’m so sorry."

He followed you inside while Adam stayed outside to find Joris. "But why?" You ignored him. "Y/N, why?"

"I should be asking you that. Why me? I don’t get it. I have a kid, Charles." You took your phone and started taking your laptop bag.

"And what’s wrong with that?"

"Nothing’s wrong, but you have all those hot girls ready for you to ask them out. I am way out of your league, Charles." 

He held your arm to stop you from walking out of the room. "I got Adam’s permission, and I promised him that I was going to take you out. Please give me a chance."

"How did you get his permission?"

You saw him awkwardly smile as he scratched the back of his neck. "He promised me his permission if I ended up in the top 5 this weekend."

Laughing, you rolled your eyes at how ridiculous the deal was.

"Is that a yes?" He tilted his head, having a little faith in how the tension in the room seemed to die down.

"Fine. Just one date."

To that, he bit his lips and threw up a fist. "Yes! You’ll be in Maranello next weekend, yeah? I’ll pick up."

"Sure, I’ll send you the address."

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"Be nice to Joris, alright?"

"Mommy looks very pretty!" He placed both of his palms on your cheeks and gave you a kiss before hugging you by the neck. "Have fun with Charlie! Let me know if he makes you cry, and I’ll." He showed you his little fist. "I’ll hit him!"

Giggling, you kiss him back on his cheek. "I thought you said he was nice."

"Yeah, Charlie is very nice. That’s why I let him take mommy out on a date." He ran towards the main door as Joris helped put his sneakers on. "Bye mommy!"

Back then, when he was born, you always worried if you were able to raise him all on your own. If you could take on both responsibilities as his mother and father figure at a young age, You were grateful enough, as he had grown up to be a very gentle and cheerful kid, despite what he had witnessed occasionally whenever your ex-husband paid a visit. He was never a good dad. He never wanted to be one. Adam barely called him dad. He never knew what it felt like to have a dad, but he would always reassure you that he was glad enough to have the perfect mom. Though you tried to keep your marriage problems between you and your ex-husband, Adam was smart enough to figure out what his dad was like. Whenever your ex-husband came by, you would always get bruises on your body. Maybe that was why your little one grew up to be very protective of you, despite his age.

Charles had told you he was a few minutes away, so you weren’t expecting to see your former spouse when you opened the door.

"Where are you going?" He pushed the door and walked inside as if he had any right to do so.

"It’s none of your business. Please leave."

"It’s my house. Where’s Adam? And why are you all dressed up?" He scanned you up and down, smirking as if you looked humorous.

"Leave, please."

"Come on, baby. I haven’t seen you for months. I have missed you."

You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Whenever you were home, he would always come by to ask for sex. He would beat you up if you ever resisted any of his attempts, but you would rather get beaten than be in the same bed with him again. You were just glad Adam wasn’t here to witness it all again. "Leave me alone!" You yelled, pushing him off from pinning your body against the wall.

"You fucking bitc—who’s that?" His hand, which was about to hit you in the face, came to an abrupt stop when the doorbell rang.

"It’s no one." The doorbell rang again.

"Go and open the door. It’s fucking annoying." He pushed you on your head, making you jerk forward towards the door.

You wiped on your tears that rolled down your cheeks before twisting the lock as you were greeted by Charles, with his dimples that went shallow as soon as he saw you.

"Y/N? Are you crying?"

You let out a sob and tilted your face away from the tears that rolled down your cheeks again. "I’m sorry, I can’t make it today."

"What’s wrong? Did something happen?" He gently tilted your face and felt his stomach drop when he saw your broken expression. "What happened, Y/N?"

"I–" You sobbed again.

"She wants you to leave, kid."

Charles pushed the door wider as he walked in and stood in front of you. "Who are you?"

"I’m her husband."

You felt his hand on your arm as he pulled you closer; his gaze was still locked on the older guy.

Charles let out a chuckle, seeing how absurd this whole situation was. "So, you are the ex-husband. Well, I don’t think it was me who wasn’t supposed to be in here."

"Kid, this is my house, and that bitch that you are touching is mine." He snarled.

"Don’t call me that. And she’s not yours." Charles furrowed at the man, feeling your hand gripping his arm.

"Ah, so she’s yours now? Did you claim her yet?"

"She’s not mine. She’s no one's possession because she’s not a fucking item. You should leave." His teeth were clenched as his gaze pierced the man. "Leave before I call the cops on you."

"I’ll get going first, baby. See you when this motherfucker is gone, yeah?" You flinched when you felt his cold skin on your cheek.

"Don’t fucking touch her." Charles yanked his hand away and locked the door after the older man was gone, leaving you and him alone.

"Did he hurt you?" Charles cupped on your face, heaving a sigh of relief when there wasn’t anything serious as you shook your head at his question.

Charles wanted to ask a lot of questions, but you were still shaken up by the whole thing, so he grabbed you by your hand as both of you settled down on the couch.

"You can leave, Charles. I’m sorry for ruining your night."

"It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. And who said the date was ruined? Adam told me you love pizza, so are you up for a pizza night?" He found himself grinning when he saw that little smile on your beautiful face.

It was supposed to be a romantic dinner date; instead, you were sitting on the couch with a box of pizza while watching a Disney movie. Charles had to pick out the pineapple on every slice of pizza and vocally judged you on your preference because there was no way he could eat a pizza with a pineapple together.

But it was a very fun night. It was enough to make you completely forget what had happened earlier, but enough to not make the day all about that.

"Y/N, can I ask something?" He picked out another pineapple, trying so hard not to make a disgusted face, which made you laugh.

"Is this about what happened?" You confirmed.

"Yeah, but if you don’t feel comfortable answering, then it’s fine." Charles took a bite of his now pineapple-free pizza.

"No, it’s okay. You can ask." You collected the pineapple he picked off and ate it on its own.

"How long?"

"How long has it been since he did that? It was on and off. If he got a new girlfriend, he would stop coming by for a couple of months." You saw the look he had on you, and it made you feel sad at how bad your life has turned out to be.

"You didn’t report to the police?"

"I did, but I never got any further updates. I even tried to move away, but he always managed to find me back. Which is why I’m always happy whenever I have to travel for work. That way, he won’t be able to ruin my life, and Adam could live his life as a child without having to worry about me." You looked away as you started to clean up the empty box as an excuse so you wouldn’t have to look at his face any longer or you would be crying again.

"I’ll see what I can do. It’s about time for the authority to take action about this. I promise I’ll help you."

"Thank you, Charles. I owe you a lot. I really don’t know how to pay you back." You beamed and dipped your hand in the small box.

"You still owe me a proper date?"

"Fine, make it the second date. Do you want candy?" You handed him one as you popped one in your mouth.

"Ah!" Charles blurted it out, making you jump. "How could I miss this?" He took the sour candy and burst out laughing. It was the same candy that he had been getting from Adam way before he found out he was related to you. "Adam had been stealing your sour candies all this time to share them with me."

"Really?" You laughed along, connecting the dots as to why your candy seemed to be way less than it should have been.

"Guess I love sour candies now." He threw one into his mouth and shivered at the sourness.

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