Daughter of a Wolff | Formula One

74. Pregnant

"Danny?" I woke up on the sofa with arms engulfing my body. I felt bad because I knew they weren't the arms I had gone to sleep in... and deep down I kind of wanted to wake up to him.

"It's me baby, how are you feeling?" Charles soft voice settled my thumbing heart but did nothing to calm the swirling sensation in my stomach. I looked down to see I was in fresh underwear and a towel had been laid out underneath me, that however did nothing to prevent the bleeding from my body. I felt warm and sticky and disgusting.

Shit did Charles know, did Daniel tell him or had he overheard my breakdown.

I pulled out of his arms and tried to stand up. I knew there was a small bathroom opposite this room and I needed to wash the blood away. Everything was hurting, "I'm fine, just want to wash up"

"Why did you get so upset last night"

"I didn't, I'm fine"

"Olivia I walked in when you were falling apart in Daniels arms. What's going on"

"nothing ok" I snapped and pulled completely away from him and left the room. I thought he would follow me and demand to know what was going on, I wanted him to be angry and force me to tell him everything but he didn't he left me to wash up.

I went back into the back room and Charles passed me some spare clothes that I'm guessing junior had given him for me to use. The tension between us was thick and suffocating, it was all my own doing but I couldn't find the words to say everything that needed to be said.

The next few days passed slowly, we were just pushing through the tension and trying to find a sense of normality again. I knew that everyone was worried about me, I'd gone back to pushing them away and trying to work through my pain alone. The bleeding was pretty much gone and I was just spotting... somehow that made things hurt more. It was gone, any trace of my baby was lost. The longer I left things the harder it seemed to become to tell Charles what was going on, I couldn't find the sentences, even when I found the guts to say something my heart gave out at the last second. The longer I left it, the bigger the fall out was going to be. For everyone.

A group of us flew out on Max's jet to Japan and before I knew it we were heading to the track for FP1. "Carlos asked if we'd meet him before we do anything this morning, he wants to talk" Charles announced as we jumped out the car and headed toward the paddock. I had my fingers linked around his, my knuckles whitening at the force I was holding onto him. I felt like a I was in a constant state of floating, like since hearing the news from the doctor I couldn't find my feet in the world, I gripped him to force my mind to ground. He looked at me with the same sadness he has had for the last week and brought my hand to his lips.

"Ok" I said quietly, I didn't feel much like socialising but I knew that I was going to have to get back into the routine of being here again. "I'm going to watch with my dad today, is that ok?" His eyebrows drew together and he looked at me with confusion.

"If that makes you happy baby, you can watch from wherever the hell you want. I just want to see you smile." I forced a little smile out and nodded to him. The only reason I came to Japan at all was because I had comfort in knowing I could be with my dad and Susie, I was so happy she'd decided to come that I near enough cried when she told me. I didn't want to stay home alone because I didn't trust myself enough.

We couldn't find Carlos when we headed into the Ferrari motor home so Charles carried on with his commitments for the morning. By the time we finally caught up with him it was almost time for the guys to get ready for the practice session. "Hey" Carlos greeted us and moved to let us into his drivers room. Isa sat on the sofa and smiled as I made my way to her.