Finding Immy (Sebastian Vettel)

The Offer (1)

"Immy, Immy, wake up. We're here."

Immy slowly opened her eyes. Her hand immediately went to her neck which was stiff from the position she'd fallen asleep in. She'd never been fond of sleeping in cars for that very reason.

Looking out of the window she saw a white palatial looking building. She could see a man in uniform heading towards them. Seb pressed a button on his door and his window opened. He proceeded to converse with the man in Italian.

Immy didn't have a clue what they were saying. The only word she recognised was Ferrari. She undid her belt and opened her door, climbing out to stretch her legs.

Several seconds later Seb climbed out of the car and went round to the boot. He opened it and took out the large silver metal suitcase they were sharing for the weekend. He slammed the boot shut.

"You got everything?" he asked her. She reached back into the car and picked up her phone and her charger, as well as the bottle of Sprite she'd been drinking.

After she'd shut the door Seb handed his keys to the man who Immy assumed was a valet.

"Come on, he'll leave the keys at reception," Seb told her. He grabbed hold of her hand, and they headed towards the entrance to the hotel.

Inside, Immy was awestruck by how fancy it was. The lobby was massive! There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a wide, extremely fancy staircase. She spotted four people dressed in Ferrari team gear gathered around chatting to each other.

Seb led her over to the reception desk.

"Buonasera Signor Vettel, è bello rivederti," said the pretty blonde woman sat behind the desk.

Seb answered her. Immy bit her bottom lip, irritated at how the woman was looking at Seb.

After a few minutes Seb picked up the keycard to their room and led her over to the elevator.

"She was eye fucking you." Seb laughed.

"Jealous meine schneeflocke?"

"You're mine," she muttered. Seb leant in and kissed her cheek.

"That's right, yours," he replied smugly. It boosted his ego knowing Immy was possessive of him. He felt the same way about her. He'd walked out of a restaurant before ordering the week before, all but dragging Immy with him when he'd noticed the waiter ogling her.

The elevator doors opened. They walked in and Seb pressed the button for the fourth floor. It was the top floor. The hotel was not as big as some of the hotels in Milan, where most of the Ferrari team were staying, but it was far more luxurious, and more importantly, private. He'd stayed here when he was a Ferrari driver, and when his old teammate, Charles, had texted him to invite him and Immy to the Italian Grand Prix weekend he'd immediately known this was where he wanted to stay.

The elevator started to move. Seb let go of Immy's hand and placed his hand on her bump. It had grown quite a bit over the previous weeks. She had reached the halfway point of her pregnancy the day before. The following week they'd be going to the hospital for another ultrasound. He couldn't wait to see Squeak again.

"We must call your parents as soon as we get in our room," Immy said.

"Noah will be fine," Seb said, knowing that she was worrying about their son.

"I know, but I can't help worrying. The only time I left him before was when either he was in hospital or I was in hospital, and I got to see him every day anyway."