In Love With Formula 1

Part 25

I had been training so hard for the past 2 weeks I hadn't had chance to update my social media or talk to anyone really, but it wasn't in a negative way of isolating myself, I was working harder to improve my strength and abilities, I had gone down to the nearest karting circuit at least once a week to try different things. I was even running, I hated running. In all fairness though I went on sun rise and sun set runs so I could watch the sun and take in all the best views from Monte-Carlo. I had stopped smoking and was finally getting back on track to be fit and healthy.

Monday's, Wednesday's and Sunday's I worked shifts at the cafe and my boss was adamant on me to stop working there and focus on my career but I knew I needed to stay a part of society somehow. With continuing to work here there was a lot of media attention on me saying

'Izzie Bewdley is having doubts about her security as a racing driver'

'Bewdley is living a double life'

Both of which weren't true, I worked there because I enjoyed it and everyone there was lovely and supported me when I first moved to Monaco as a fresh 18 year old as well as teaching me new things and being like a family to me. The double life thing made me chuckle, I was only being given this much attention now because I was a female racer, if it wasn't for the fact I was mildly successful in my childhood I wouldn't be given the time of day for so many people to read about me.

I had just finished my shift at the cafe on Monday of race week, I needed to actually do some management of my social media, so when I got home I made an instagram post, it was a picture of me at the highest point in Monte-Carlo with the sunset in the background, I captioned it

'Sorry for being MIA for the past few weeks, I have been working extra hard to get back in to top physical form for the next race (even neck exercises) I went on a detox from everything and am now back to fight for podiums :)'

I posted it and then looked at my text messages, there were a few from Daniel, Pierre and Kelly, I didn't know how Kelly got my number but I didn't really care. I looked at the messages from Kelly because they were only from earlier today

'don't ask how I got your number but I am with my daughter and you need to meet her'

'come to Max's apartment at 7pm'

I unfortunately knew where Max lived because Charles made a list of everyone I could contact if there was an emergency, this man actually had some brain cells, I rifled through my drawers to find the list and found Max's address and got changed in to some comfy clothes, joggers and an oversized t shirt. I made my way over to his apartment and knocked on the door.

Kelly opened the door and greeted me with a massive hug and congrats on my race win, it was a bit late but I was grateful nonetheless. We walked in to the living room to see Penelope playing with her toys.

"How is everything, you look really good" Kelly said to me as we sat down

"Yeh everything is pretty good I've just been training and eating well ready for my next race on Saturday"

"I never knew that karting drivers had to do so much training"

"They don't, I just have a lot to prove"

"Fair enough"

Kelly walked over and picked Penelope up and brought her over to me, I loved kids but I was completely hopeless with them, I never knew what to do with them but Kelly placed her in my arms and just told me how to hold her. I think some maternal instincts turned on immediately because when she started crying I just stood up and did the rocking and bouncing thing you see people do with babies and she stopped crying straight away.

"A natural see"

"I am useless with babies, they always cry when I hold them"

"Well is she crying"

"No"

"Exactly"

After a while of holding her she started crying again and apparently it was time for dinner, I have no idea why Kelly was trusting me with feeding her child, I propped her up in the high chair and Kelly gave me a bowl of baby food and a spoon to feed Penelope. I started feeding her making sure not to rush her and I was actually enjoying it and I think Penelope actually liked me. After eating and 'burping' her basically meaning she threw up over a cloth because babies are a bit silly. Kelly changed her nappy and we both sat down on the sofa watching some TV with Penelope in my arms. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to Max poking my forehead but I couldn't move because I had a sleeping child on top of me.

"You two look very comfy" Max said in a whisper

"I was happier before I saw you Verstappen" I said in a joking whisper

"Very funny"

I slowly got up, trying not to wake Penelope up and gave her to Kelly to put her to bed, I was so relaxed, I don't think I had been this relaxed in such a long time, it was nice to but my focus on something other than my career.

"I hope you know that she has never fallen asleep on someone like that before" Kelly said as she walked out of the bedroom

"Guess I'm better at the whole motherly thing that I thought"

"Definitely" Max said in response from the kitchen

"Whilst you were asleep I may have taken a photo of you and her and put it on my story"

"Okay, I don't mind, as long as you send me the photo"

"Already have"

"Thanks, I should probably get back, it is race week after all"

"See you soon" They both said as I walked out of their apartment and back to mine.

I got back to my apartment and packed my bags with my helmet and race suit as well as some spare clothes for the evenings.

I went to sleep for a few hours before my alarm woke me up to leave for the airport, this is one of those flights that I hated, flying over the sea for hours, and I was by myself I didn't know how I was going to do it.

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Sorry for the slightly boring chapter it was just a filler for the next few chapters which will be full of dramaaaaaa