Belonging to the Iceman

Romantic Paris

Nicolas had mentioned that his parents had a large house in Paris, a chateau in southern France and a holiday house in Switzerland and Shantelle undoubtedly believed him, she knew his Father's career and successes.

"I must be going insane!" She growled as she hurried to the boarding gate to catch her flight from London to Paris.

She had her whole career ready for her in front of her, she hadn't planned to fall in love with the most wonderful Frenchman she had ever met, there was no time or room for any setbacks, and there was no time or room for failures.

She had run from Kimi not wanting to be in the limelight as the wife of a Formula One Driver, travelling the world, supporting him in his career and ultimately throwing her own dream away, to be one of the greatest Stonemasons in the world.

That was her dream since she was just a little girl, twenty years later it was finally coming true and she hurried down the ramp to board her flight, to get to Nicolas.

And yet here she was, running to a Formula One driver.

*

Paris, France

Alain lay on the lounge sleeping, Nicolas was watching over his Father, worried for the fifty-nine-year-old.

His index and middle fingers on his right hand were taped together tightly. Not only had he busted open the knuckles on those fingers, but he had also broken his middle finger.

But that's not what Nicolas was worried about, the media and the world were having a field day, stalking Alain and his family after the Professor had been seen by millions punching Kimi.

"What's on your mind, Nicolas?" Sacha asked, handing him a glass of whiskey.

"Everything Sacha..." Nicolas said, sipping the strong liquid "Shantelle, Papa, Räikkönen, Formula One..."

Sacha watched Alain sleeping "He never hit anyone Nico, he didn't even hit us!"

"I know Sacha, is Mama coming back soon?" Nicolas asked "We can't live our lives normally...people HAVE to know what we are doing every day! Can't they just butt out?!?"

"Are you worried that may drive Shantelle away Nico?" Sacha asked, still making sure Alain was still asleep.

Nicolas gave his brother a look and said "He's probably not even sleeping, you know what he's like Sacha!"

Sacha grinned "he looks asleep to me..."

"He's got his eyes closed! Anyone can do that Sacha and pretend that they're asleep!" Nicolas argued.

"Talk to me, what's bothering you about Shantelle?" Sacha asked, changing the subject.

Nicolas sighed and said "that beautiful, strong-willed woman doesn't want to lose sight of her dream! Her dream is her career and here I am saying 'I want you to be there at all my races!'"

"Yes, so?" Sacha asked

Nicolas rolled his eyes "What if she has her whole life planned out and she has no room for a husband and children?"

Sacha gave him a look and said "Nico" looking at Alain to see if he was sleeping still "we live in Europe, we were born in France, how many stone cathedrals, churches, monuments, mausoleums, cemeteries are around us? Shantelle would get a job as a stonemason over here! Don't let her go and DON'T let that moron of a Finn take her from you!"

"Nicolas, Sacha...keep it down please!" Alain said suddenly.

"See! I TOLD you he wasn't sleeping!" Nicolas growled.