F1/F2/F3 One Shots

I'm gonna be a dad - MS47

At the point this is set, I didn't watch the F2 races or pay that much attention to it so I'm sorry if any parts are inaccurate :)

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Your leg bounced restlessly. You looked over at your boyfriend, the F2, soon to be F1, driver. Your news could end his career. You darted your eyes from the floor to the TV, over and over again, debating what to do. It didn't sit lightly on your mind. The pregnancy test was stuffed in the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing, Mick's hoodie.

Mick noticed the anxious look on your face. You knew he would eventually but you struggled to hide it.

"Are you ok, Y/N?" he asked. You nodded, not diverting your gaze. You weren't really listening or in the mindset to say something right now. It felt like opening your mouth would make the world around you collapse. The pair of you had just turned 20 in the last 3 months. How would his family react? How would your family react? How would the fans react? the press? God, not the press. The sky group were absolutely lovely but some of the other, tore through you like you were some circus animal, their to do tricks for them.

"Mick, I need to say something. Please don't be angry at me." you said. His head swivelled round at the sound of your voice. He had a confused look on his face. You rarely phrased things like that and if you did, you were serious. 

It got him worried about what you would say. He never would get angry at you, he couldn't imagine it but he knew you were always scared how he might react, even though you'd been dating for just over 2 years and known each other for most of your lives.

"Ok, you can tell me." he said, calmly and gently. You looked up, your eyes teary and your head full of nerves. You took a deep breath, trying to balance yourself. You tried to convince yourself that it was Mick, it would all be fine, you knew him.

"I'm pregnant." you told him, you anxiety reaching its peak as you waited for his answer. Your face scrunched up, expecting the worst. "I'm going to be a dad!" he shouted, full of happiness. Not the reaction you had expected. His smile lit up the room as his joy was unparalleled.

"Mick..." you said, quietly, not wanting to dampen his joy. "Is that a good thing?" he asked, calming down, judging you had mixed feelings on the idea. His judgement wasn't wrong.

"I don't know. We're 19, you've got what, 4 months left in F2 before your schedule gets so much busier. Can we look after a baby? They're hard work and if we're going to have one, I want them to have a life they deserve not one where I'm never home, you're never home and where we can't provide them with a good childhood." you said. Mick took a deep breath.

"If you don't want to keep them, we don't have to. It's completely your choice. You don't have to decide now either, we've got time." he said, making your heart feel so much fuller. His words were so kind, so gentle, so patient. You knew how much he loved kids and you knew how cute a mini Schumi would be.

You took a deep breath.

"We're going to be parents." you sighed, a smile coming over your face. The positive side of it and all the ideas about what your life would be like, their name, what they'd look like flowed round your brain. There was all so much to think about.