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𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩 𝔸𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪? (𝕡𝕥 𝟚)
"Y/N/N listen to me ok we have to get you to a medic." Christian stated flustered kneeling in front of the heavily breathing young woman. Christian Horner was a very stern man who said very little until he didn't. Then he'd say all the wrong things and end up looking like a pot stirring little fucker but watching him with his family was like night and day. His traditionally cool demeanour cracked and was replaced by an overly concerning Father.
"I want Albon" the girl cried out gritting her teeth as another sharp pain flooded through her. "Darling tell your dad what to do, I can make it better." Christian said, panicking at seeing his daughter in pain." "I WANT ALEX!" Y/N screamed not caring if some rogue wandering camera crews could hear her. "Will somebody please get Albon! And a Medic!" The Red Bull Principle yelled angrily, turning to face a huddled group of team workers.
"I know you're in pain, can you just try and take some Paracetamol?" the older man begged, passing his daughter a bottle of water that had been placed on the small coffee table when the y/h/c woman had first started complaining of feeling uncomfortable. Time seemed to be moving so slowly one moment Y/N had felt fine, a little agitated if anything and the next she was utterly hysterical, pain shooting through her body. Being poked and prodded by one of the paddock Doctors was not how the y/h/c woman wanted to spend her Saturday afternoon.
"I'm so sorry Alex" Y/N whimpered into the tall man's shoulder, softly trying to wipe her tears away before they could dampen his shirt. "It's okay it doesn't matter now." The Thai driver comforted the tired young woman brushing her y/h/c hair soothingly. "I was horrid to you." Y/N mumbled guiltily, her tone uneven and sore. "You were just having a bad day sweetheart, it's fine." He'd meant it sweetly of course he did but Y/N couldn't help but roll her y/e/c orbs gently she was very aware how horrible she'd been at the F1 NBA free throw challenge. Just remembering her attitude towards Alex and poor poor Max who'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time made her cringe.
Releasing a shaky breath Y/N hadn't realised she'd been holding "You know I think I've changed my mind" the y/e/c eyed girl stated quietly resting her head on the tan man's shoulder playing with his lean fingers she currently held in her y/s/c hand. "About what?" Alex questioned the girl tenderly. He enjoyed moments like this. They were moments he relieved in his dreams, moments that left him feeling weightless in the best way possible. "About starting a family." Y/N started hesitantly half expecting Alex to jump away from her like she'd burnt him. "Sounds rather nice actually." the young Horner sniffed slightly as she roughly palmed the remaining tears away. Running a thumb over the girls y/s/c hands Alex smiled "On one condition." Noticing the girl's confused expression, the driver couldn't help but laugh "You tell me about what's going on up there rather than storming off." He continued delicately tapping the girl's forehead. Tilting her head Y/N pretended to ponder the man's light-hearted demand "I think I can deal with that."
"We're going to have to send you off to the local hospital to get you checked over. It's just a precaution." The Medic said reassuringly, noticing the nervous looks that fell over the trio.
"Alright let's get your stuff and go" Christian announced from his spot next to the on-site Doctor, his arms crossed anxiously.
"No! I'll go. No offence Christian I know she's your little girl but she's carrying my little girl... or guy." Alex replied giddily, his dark eyes sparkling at the realisation of what he'd just said. He liked it. It sounded right. "It's my turn to take care of my family." Alex added assertively from his spot next to the young Horner shooting a reassuring smile to the older man. "Dad, please just go the team needs you." Y/N groaned in faux exasperation at the sight of her father just hovering helicopter parent style. "I'm in safe hands." the y/h/c young woman continued lovingly gesturing at her hand linked with Alex's. "I know I know... but it's my job to worry about you Y/N/N." Christian defended himself quickly, backing away from the young couple. "Send me updates" the Red Bull Principle demanded pointing a harsh finger at Alex, the older man's eyebrows finally relaxing from their furrowed state, the built up stress finally extinguishing.
