The DILF (Sebastian Vettel)

Prologue

Monza, September 2020

Seb winked at his press officer, Britta Roeske, as he passed her on the way to his driver room. Quali had gone well and he was in a good mood.

It hadn't been the best of seasons so far, the car Ferrari had given him and Charles this season was awful, to put it bluntly, so to qualify fifth for the following day's Italian Grand Prix was an excellent outcome. Charles had qualified in eighth, so the Tifosi were relatively happy.

He opened his door and went inside, closing and locking it behind him. He was knackered, and he wanted ten minutes rest before heading back downstairs to speak to the engineers.

He sank down onto the small sofa that, besides a small table and his fold up massage table, was the only furniture in the room.

He unzipped his backpack and pulled his phone out. Looking at it he saw that he'd had five missed calls from his mother. He frowned and wondered what that could be about. His heart sank as he began to worry that something had happened to his father.

His father normally came to Monza with him every year but this year he'd bailed out at the last moment because he didn't feel very well.

Seb unzipped his red racesuit, he pulled at the collar of his fireproof top, trying to get some air to his skin.  

He hit dial on the phone and waited for his mother to answer.   Every second felt like an eternity. 

"Sebastian!  Thank God, I've been trying to get hold of you...."

"Mother, I just got back from the media pen.   What is it? Is it Father?" he asked anxiously.

"No, no. Your father is fine. He just has a head cold.  You know what he's like when he's ill.  He makes a mountain out of a molehill."   Seb sighed with relief.  So if it wasn't his father than why had his mother been trying to get hold of him?

"So what did you want Mother?"

"Well, I had a call from Martina..."

Seb shot upright.  Martina was the mother of his girlfriend, Harmony, his three children's other grandmother. 

"Oh no, it's not Robert is it?" he said, assuming that something had happened to Martian's husband.  

"No.  Sebastian, I'm so,so sorry."  He could hear the emotion in his mother's voice.   What could have happened that had made her sound so upset?

"Mother?"

"It's Harmony."   Seb felt his blood running cold.  His heart began racing. 

"No, not Harmony...no, no," he gasped. "The kids..."

"Sebastian, she's ok."

"Then....?" 

"She's left Sebastian.   She's left you," his mother said quietly. 

Seb felt a sob rising in his throat.   Then he felt anger.   He wasn't surprised to be honest, things hadn't been great between them for a long time, not since her affair with their gardner.

What really made him angry though was the thought of her taking his children from him. Five year old Myah, Heidi, who was just a month away from turning four, and his eight month old baby boy Oliver, were his world.  He didn't know if he could survive losing them.   If Harmony even thought of keeping them from him he'd drag her through every court in Switzerland.   

"Well, Martina had a call from Maddy.  She told her that Harmony had gone.   She'd loaded her cases into her car and driven away."  Seb sighed.  Maddy was the children's part-time nanny.