IMAGINE: Waiting for Stoffel in his F1 motorhome.
The qualification ended up for your boyfriend's team McLaren quite good. Fernando ended up on P10 and Stoffel on P7. After that, his PR led you to motorhome as you didn't want to be see by paparazzis and photographers on that day. Not that you looked bad or something. You were gorgeous ( forget that past tense, you are still gorgeous<3), but simply you weren't in right mood for them.
When you entered the room, PR left you alone and rushed back to Stoffel. You sat on the couch and started looking around. Your tummy made a weird noise and it was signal for you to eat something. There were some cookies placed on table and well..they looked so extremely delicious. You decided to take whole plate of them with you back on couch, in case you wanted more. A few minutes later, your boyfriend finally walked in and when he saw you eating cookies, he made a hurt face.
"How dare you... eat the chocolate cookies without me?!" he said and started wiping off fake tears. Sometimes he acted like a child in body of 26 year old adult. You started laughing at his reaction.
"You know baby. I care about your figure. But I left you one!" with a giggle you handed him one cookie which he took right from your hand with his mouth and start chewing.
This was basically your relationship and you wouldn't trade it for anything.
YOU ARE READING
valentine's special ; F1
FanfictionThe title speaks for itself ;)) I can assure you that in this book you will find only happy one-shots". ﹂ Consider it as my Valentine's gif for you all. ♡