My Girl➛Mick Schumacher

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Keeping their relationship a secret from absolutely everyone but their families was a struggle, to say the least. It had been at least 2 months since they had made it official and having to sneak around the paddock or even the hotels were difficult for the both of them.

Chanel smiled brightly as she stood on the balcony of her and Arthur's apartment in Monaco, the sun shining down and creating a warmth she'd dearly missed when she was away from home. Mick was asleep in her bed, his blonde hair ruffled in a perfect kind of way and his scent lingering on the sheets he was tangled up in.

Nikita had been on them like flies, watching their every move and every interaction in hopes of getting a glimpse of their relationship so he could report them to the FIA. He knew it would absolutely crush Chanel's reputation as the only female on the grid, and after all the stunts she pulled last season, he didn't care in the slightest.

A home race for both Leclerc's was on the cards this weekend, nothing screamed sibling rivalry like trying to win your home GP against one another. 

After soaking up the sun for around 10 minutes, Chanel walked back into her bedroom and knelt on the edge of her bed whilst admiring Mick. He stirred when he felt her hand on his abdomen, fluttering his eyes open and immediately smiling at her bare-faced beauty in the sunshine. 

"You're beautiful, schatz." He spoke lowly, hand grazing her cheek softly as if she were a porcelain doll he didn't want to break.

She just smiled, a rose colour appearing on her cheeks before the Monegasque moved her hands to cover her face in slight embarrassment. Mick immediately pulled them away, gently resting his hand on her cheek once more before pulling her into a sweet good morning kiss.

"I hope you guys aren't naked 'cause I've made breakfast!" Alice beams as she walks right in, the couple pulling away and looking at her with delight.

"Porridge with a little drizzle of chocolate, I promise not to tell." The curly-haired ginger hands it over, winking at Chanel before leaving her room.

"I thought only you and Arthur lived here?" Mick questions, scooping some porridge onto his spoon.

"It's just a communal living space at this point." Chanel laughs a little, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

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Nikita eyed Chanel and Mick like a hawk as they entered the paddock, both dressed in their respective team wear before they parted ways to enter their hospitalities. Nikita quickly dashed to follow Mick, catching up with him in hopes of asking him where he stayed last night given Guenther had told him he didn't need a hotel.

"Where did you stay last night?" Nikita questions as they reach a table, both sitting down even though Mick just wanted peace and quiet.

"In the hotel." Mick shrugged, focusing more on his phone than Nikita.

"That's funny, I was told you didn't need a hotel room." The Russian shrugs, hoping to get a reaction out of Mick but he was simply ignored. 

Just before he could interrogate him further, Michael entered the hospitality and embraced his son with excitement, the 7-Time World Champion winking at Nikita to acknowledge him. Mick grinned, patting his father's arm before his phone lit up with a message from Chanel.