Halo

XXXVII

After we landed in Dubai, we were taken to our hotel on Yas island overlooking the track where we would watch the race from. The first thing I did was jump in the hot shower for about an hour before changing into Mick's Prema t-shirt and a sweatshirt, matching them with black sweatpants and black/white checkered vans. 

"Aww...you look cute in my clothes." Mick chuckled as I curled into his side on the large bed. 

"Yeah, cause my belly has grown and I don't fit in my own clothes." I pouted causing Mick to laugh harder before resting his hands on my belly. 

"Mick Schumacher Jr." he whispered to himself. "Your momma is the coolest person I've ever met." 

I felt a flutter in my stomach causing me to giggle softly. "He likes your voice Mick," I whispered as I watched Mick's eyes sparkle as he felt the baby kick. 

We just laid there in our own little world of bliss trying to forget the past two weeks and the events that occurred during them. Everything was okay and that's all that matters. 

"Oh, the race is starting!" Mick exclaimed and I followed him to our hotel balcony giving us the perfect view of the track. 

The driver parade started and as they came to our part of the track, Mick and I screamed as loud as possible to get their attention. Every driver yelled back at us as they jumped up and down in excitement. 

I saw Lewis frantically trying to get off the truck, but he was held back, and instead, I sent him a text for him to find when he returned to the paddock. 

Mick held me in his lap, head resting on my shoulder and hands-on my belly. We'd been through so much, together I'm pretty sure this relationship will survive the test of time. From surviving a horrific car crash, kissing backstage at the Prize Giving, near breaking up, my surgery, him winning the championship, and then I kidnapped, we have hit a lot of big milestones together. 

We have Daniel and Max to thank for setting us up, even if it did result in us almost dying. Something amazing came out of the tragedy. 

"Max called me a few days ago, apologizing about a comment he made. He felt guilty because that would've been the last thing he said to you." Mick stated suddenly. "What did he say?" 

I shrugged. "He just asked if I would consider giving up design and just be a WAG and take care of the baby. You know since we have enough money, and I happen to have the luck of getting the Schumacher last name." I replied. 

Mick laughed out loud. "Angel, I hate to break it to you, but I'm the one who got lucky in this marriage. My last name is famous because of my father, but yours is famous because of you and the world didn't even know Lewis was your brother!" 

"That may be true, but you are a Formula 1 driver now." I countered. 

"Have you ever heard what the media says when they talk about us or me?"

"No." 

He snickered. "They say, Three-time Oscar-winning fashion designer, Stella Hamilton and her husband Mick Schumacher or Husband of three-time oscar-winning fashion designer, Mick Schumacher." He stated. "I mean at least it used to be the son of Michael Schumacher, now it's my own wife!" 

I reached back to flick his forehead. "Mick Schumacher, a little shy but once you get to know him he is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. He loves driving, especially driving through Paris at night. Married his best friend who loves him very much and father to his son, Mick Jr." I whispered. "There's more to you than a name." 

"I know, I just wish people would see me for me." he sighed. "I'm glad you understand my life and support me no matter what, even though my job is really hard on you." 

"I wouldn't want it any other way," I replied as the cars did their final lap and did donuts in front of the hotel before driving away. 

Mick and I cracked our door open in case any of the drivers wanted to come in. I remained close to Mick's side, still a bit traumatized from all I just went through. Along with the baby, I just wanted a break to be with Mick. 

Of course, our solitary moment ended as the door burst open, and in walked Lewis who wrapped me in a hug. 

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I am, I truly am," I whispered back. 

"Then, I need your help," he replied before pulling me out of the room and to his room. 

Lewis looked extremely nervous, and I knew whatever he was about to ask was going to be crazy. Also, something that would require a great strain for me and my family. 

"I've made a big mistake," he whispered. 

"You impregnated one of your models," I stated in a half-joking tone. 

When Lewis didn't respond my mouth dropped as he covered his face. I groaned before letting it rip. 

"How the fuck, Lewis? You know at least when Mick and I had a pregnancy scare, we were committed to being each other for the long term, but this is a pure accident!" I yelled. 

"I know!" He exclaimed. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. 

Lewis shook his head. "She's giving the baby up for adoption when it's born."

I'm going to need my sister of the year award. "Boy or girl, and birthdate." 

"She's having twin boys due on December 25th." 

We both let out a heavy sigh. "Let me speak with my husband because we have our own child on the way, and taking on newborn twins is a lot, but as your sister, I am open to adopting your children."

May God help us all. Twin boys in two weeks, which would be so much on top of my own baby, Careers, and Mick would be crazy. The only problem is I have to convince Mick to let us adopt Lewis's children...well know our children.