Belonging to the Iceman

Icey and His Kulta

She was woken well before dawn by Kimi getting out of bed.

"What's the time?" She murmured, still half asleep.

"Just on three am Kulta, sorry for waking you, but unfortunately there's work to be done!" Kimi said, pulling his trusty Wrangler jeans on.

"Do you always get up this early?" She asked, watching him get ready.

Senna was already at the door to his room, waiting.

"Ah no, you don't!" Kimi growled at the dog. "You need to eat before you think you're going mustering!"

She watched with a smile as Kimi poured out Senna's breakfast, dog biscuits and wet dog food into his personalised bowl, he then gave him a treat by tipping out his water and pouring the rest of his full cream milk into Senna's personalised water bowl.

"Looks like I'll be having black coffee this morning," The Finn said as Senna greedily lapped at the creamy milk and then devoured his biscuits.

Shantelle smiled at him and said "you have a heart of gold Icey..." then she winked at him.

He smiled back and leaned in to kiss her as she lay, snuggled up in his bed.

"I love you, Kulta"

"I love you too Kimi!"

*

Paris, France

"Mon Amour?" He called into the empty house, having no idea his wife was in Australia, Sacha had pulled it off smoothly and was on his way back to Gstaad in Switzerland, as were Alain, Anne Marie and Victoria.

He had two tickets in his wallet for a one-way flight to Bora Bora, he was going to take his wife away for a few days to rekindle their love and marriage which had been under a lot of pressure and strain the last few months.

Shantelle's miscarriage made it a whole lot worse.

"Shantelle??" He called frowning, even Pharaoh was nowhere to be seen "where are you?"

And soon he was searching the house, everything was clean and tidy, but there was no sign of his wife, anywhere.

He then saw the note on the freshly made bed with his Great Great Grandmother's wedding set sitting neat and snug in its velvet box.

He snatched the note up in a fury and read the words his wife had written.

To my dearest Nicolas,

I think it is for the best if we go our separate ways and get a divorce.

When I first met you, you were the most wonderful, kind gentleman I had ever met and I fell so in love with you I was completely happy but now since you joined Ferrari you've changed, I am not a trophy wife that sits on your arm to make you look good, I am more than that!

Everyone has a dream they want to fulfil and I wish you all the best at Ferrari, you're on a winning streak and with any luck, you will deliver championships to Ferrari!

Best of luck my Nico

Shantelle

*

Pharaoh was at home in Switzerland.

He bounced around in the snow playing with Sacha and Victoria in Gstaad as Alain and Anne Marie watched on smiling.

When Sacha had first let him into the home his parents owned he sniffed the entire house top and bottom and even tried to urinate on Anne Marie's favourite Jil Sander raincoat, it didn't go down well with his Mother shooing the big hairy St Bernard out of the bedroom and out of the house with a broom.