in the morning light [g.r]

nine - overexposed

"So what are you two going to do?" Lando asked as he walked through the paddock with George and Alex at his side. The two possible soon-to-be fathers shared a nervous glance. "Cause like, you can't have a baby really can you. And Abi's still so young and she's so career driven." He paused to sip at the straw of his water bottle. "Cal said that she always said she can't think of anything worse than having a baby before 30."

"You told Callum?" George asked with a frown, making Lando nervously hang his head. "He hasn't seen her in two years, defriended her because she changed teams. It's not fair he knows when even her dad doesn't yet." He argued and Lando rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, the hot summer sun not the only thing making it sweat.

"And why are you still so close to Callum." Alex asked slowly. "You met him like three times." Lando was flushed, not sure what to say to his friends as they approached the bank of rental bikes they were going to take around the track for the afternoon.

"We're uh." Lando had to think very carefully about how to word his next statement. "We're actually quite close, lots in common." He said, then fiddling with the app on his phone that would help him unlock the bike. "How is Abi doing?"

"She's good," Alex hummed. "Looking forward to her few weeks off, heaven knows she deserves it." He said, pulling the bike away from the pilar it had been bolted to. He could feel George staring at him, like it should be him answering the questions about the woman they both had undeniable feelings for. Alex had tried so hard to win her around this time, but he knew he had lost the fight to George wether the baby was his own or not. It did hurt him, especially as he knew that he didn't have the chequered past with her that George did, but he knew that there were other things he had to put his time and focus on rather than a woman. He really needed a seat for next year.

"Yeah we're going to go to the farm for a few days as a bit of a break, after she's been up to see her family." George added, Alex trying so hard to not roll his eyes at the obvious one upping his best friend was doing. "Come on, any more gossiping and we won't get back before sunset." He chirped, getting on his bike as the three of them headed off towards the circuit entrance, trying to reserve their energy ahead of the long ride they had planned for themselves.

Much to his surprise George had thoroughly enjoyed the four hour long ride that he and his two best friends had undertaken. The woodland surrounding Silverstone was empty, people still cowering in their homes and not daring to leave unless it was to go to the supermarket. But it had been great for them, able to race around the winding roads without fear of oncoming traffic or being honked at when they cycled three abreast along some of the larger roads. His calves were sore but he liked the ache, the reminder of a lovely afternoon.

He was a little disappointed that Abi wasn't back when he entered his motorhome, stripping off and smiling at their pyjamas folded neatly at the bottom of the bed with one of the Williams teddies between them. He had already started wondering about what to get for their baby when it arrived, knowing that it deserved to be spoilt just as much as he wanted to spoil Abi. He gave the teddy a squeeze and then grabbed a towel from the side, heading into the bathroom.

His heart dropped upon entering, towel falling to the floor and eyes able to focus on anything but the smeared writing on the shower door. 'Be a grass and we'll take everything from you' was smeared in what looked like black ink. What the hell was that in reference to? George couldn't for a minute think of anything he could possibly say that would make him a grass, and he sure enough knew that Abi didn't either. He looked around the bathroom for any possible sign of someone having been in the motorhome but found nothing. Instead, the door opened and Abi called out happily, her footsteps tapping along the floor.