Formula 1 & 2 One Shots [requests closed atm]

Lewis Hamilton | 16, 75

"I want a divorce"

"completely frustrated"

After a more than exhausting season with less wins than ever before with Mercedes and only a 4th place in the championship, Lewis flew back to your house in L.A.

You knew that the last weeks and months had been difficult, also for your relationship with him. He was so unrelaxed that you two could barely talk, not mentioning that he had not been home for the last five months. You two had a young son called (Y/S/N) who was 5 years old and missed hugging his father more than anything.

"Is Daddy coming home today?", (Y/S/N) asked. He was wearing his Mercedes shirt like almost everyday with Lewis' cap in anticipation of seeing his father again after such a long time. He was his father's greatest fan, sitting in front of the TV each race, cheering for Lewis.

"Yes he is! He should be home in a few minutes. He wrote me that he is on the way home from the airport.", you answered.

As you two heared the sound of the door lock 10 minutes later, (Y/S/N) was jumping up in excitement, running towards the entrance door of your house.

"Daddy! Daddy!", your son was screaming, running into Lewis' arms.

"Hey my little one!", Lewis answered with a bright smile on his lips. But you could see his eyes didn't sparkle, too.

As you wanted to kiss him, he just gave you a quick kiss on your mouth before hugging you shortly. Something wasn't alright.

That you son now wanted to know everything about the car and how the last race was caused Lewis raising his voice.
"Not now. I just came home, leave me alone."

He usually never got loud, certainly not in front of his son.

"Lewis!", you said. "Calm down! He just wanted to know how the race was. Our son saw you for the last time almost half a year ago. What do you think?"

"Mum, I'll go to my room, playing with the cars", (Y/S/N) mumbled.
He was very sensitive boy and always tried to have his own space when there was any tension in the air.

"It's ok.", you said.

"Lewis can we talk? Now." You just had to know that was wrong in his head. You had never seen him in such a "I don't care" mood since you got together.

"Mhm...", he just said.

"What's wrong with you Lewis? I don't recognize you anymore? I know it's been a difficult season but that not a reason to have such an awful mood."

"I'm just completely frustrated. I can't live that life with my racing and the family anymore. I need time for myself. I just want to relax now."

"Everytime you got home, you spent every minute with us, realxing WITH us as a family, not without on your own. What's next? You, telling me 'I want a divorce because you are just getting on my nerves'? Lewis! What's wrong?"

"I don't know."

"I understand that this long season had been exhausting ok? But (Y/S/N) has not seen you for half a year, you just wrote a message twlling him happy birthday, you didn't even call him. Now our son is alone in his room, escaping from your bad mood."

"He will be back downstair soon."

"Do you even get the problem Lewis?! It's you, not our son."

"I know, I know. But I just need to find my self again. It's all getting too much. The stress at work, the bad results from the races...it's a burden."

"Are we a burden for you, too?", you honestly asked him, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Well, it would be easier to have no family sometimes. But I would never want to miss you. You are so important to me. I couldn't live without you, really.", your husband said.

You held your breath as Lewis answered. You two were well aware that this couldn't go on like that.

"This was my last season in F1.", Lewis told you out of nowhere.

"What?", you couldn't believe what you just heared.

"I won't race anymore. There are more important things in life. What is stressing me so much is that I always have in my mind that I could die when I'm racing. That's my problem. I couldn't sleep well the whole last months because I couldn't deal with the nightmares I had when it was race day. I...I'm just too old, ok? I don't want this life anymore."

Well that was a rapid change. You didn't really belive it nor did you know what to answer. But Lewis continued to speak before you could respond.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry. The whole flight home I thought how I could tell you. I was afraid you would be disapointed or what. And that our little man wouldn't idolize me anymore. I was so in my thoughts that I raised my voice. I'm deeply sorry. But this is so much weight on my shoulders, I can't go on like that."

Of course you and your son were happy about Lewis' decision to spend more time with you, but it took a few days before you could really believe it.

Requested by: Ella262726