Finding Immy (Sebastian Vettel)

Take A Chance On Me

Seb took a step towards Immy. He couldn't help himself.   He needed to touch her to make sure she was real, to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.   Had he really found her?

He took another step, not once breaking eye contact with her.   His body had come alive, it felt like an electrical charge was coursing through him.  He wanted her so much.   He paused as he reached the sofa she was laid on.   All he had to do was lift his arm, reach out slightly and he'd be touching her. 

He hesitated.  Something in her eyes warned him that she wasn't ready for him to touch her yet.  There was something in her eyes that told him she was nervous, maybe a little afraid.   He sunk to his knees on the carpet so instead of looking down at her he was looking slightly up at her.  

"Hey," he said softly.  She looked away, breaking their eye contact. 

"Hey," she mumbled. She lowered her head, looking down at the duvet that was bunched up in her hands.   Her glossy, dark hair fell down, half covering her face.  Seb couldn't resist the urge, he reached out and tenderly brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. 

To his dismay she flinched as if his touch repulsed her.

"Don't touch me," she stammered.  Why did she sound scared of him? Surely she didn't think he'd hurt her?   He'd never given her any reason to think that he would. What on earth had happened to her to make her feel that way?

He pulled his hand back, respecting her wishes.    He remained knelt by the sofa, looking at her, silently willing her to look at him again, desperate to see a sign that she still wanted him.   

Immy continued staring at her duvet.  She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.  If she did she'd be lost and she couldn't afford that.  It wasn't just about them any more.  She had Bubble to consider.  She knew that not telling Seb wasn't an option.  She had to tell him, but how?   Would he be angry?  She knew he had a right to be angry.   She should have told him before, but there had been so many factors that had swayed her decision to keep her pregnancy a secret.  

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.   Once again she wondered how this man had such a deep affect on her.  

"Immy," he said softly. "Immy, it's so good to see you.  How have you been?"

"Why are you here Sebastian?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

"I had to see you," he replied.  "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Does your wife know you are here?" she asked, a bitter tone to her voice.  

"I'm separated from Juliet Immy.  We are getting divorced."    Shock slammed into her.  He wasn't with Juliet any more?  Was he here thinking he could take up where he left off with her? 

"Oh so you thought you'd come and find me and try your luck?" she said accusingly.   She looked up at him, and saw hurt in his eyes. 

"No! That's not why I'm here.  Do you not think I could find someone easily back home if sex was all I wanted?"

"What do you want then Sebastian?"

"I want you."

"No, you want the idea of me.   You can't want me.  You don't know me.  I don't know you."