love at first sight?

monza

*Ivy*

I wake up to a shooting pain in my ankle and sit up straight as the pain shoots through my body. My hands find their way to my foot and hold it to try and reduce the pain. It doesn't work though. I quickly take the packet of pain killers from my nightstand and take one of them. This pain is killing me. "Mon cœur, are you okay?", Charles quickly opens his eyes and sits up next to me. "My ankle hurts very bad", I say trying to hold the tears back that form in my eyes due to the pain. There's a concerned look on Charles face immediately. "Alright, I'll take you to a doctor. This has to be checked", he says caressing my cheek. I just nod and can't stop a few tears falling from my eyes. "It's okay, Ivy. The pain will stop soon, okay? I just need you to put on some comfy clothes and then I'll carry you to a doctor. I'll be with you the whole time, I promise", Charles cups my head in his hands and kisses my forehead. "But your race", I say wiping the tears away. He can't miss this race. It's already 9am. He has to be at the track in 2 hours and I'm sure this will take long. "I don't care about the race, Ivy. It's my fault this all happened and I'm feeling incredibly bad right now, so just let me come with you please. I'm sure this won't take long and I can still drive the race", he helps me get up and kisses my temple. Charles takes out one of his sweatpants and a hoodie for me. He helps me put it on and then gets ready himself. "Okay, let me carry you", Charles lifts me up from the bed after he helped me put on my sneakers. He somehow manages to open the door with me in his arms and carries me into the elevator. "What happened?", that's Pierre's voice. "Ivy's ankle got worse, I'm taking her to a doctor", Charles explains to him. "Alright, good luck. I'll tell the others", he says before the elevator door closes. "Thanks", I smile at him.

When the elevator door opens again I can already see some people in Ferrari gear wait in front of the hotel entrance. "Charles, there are fans", I say to him. "Don't worry, We'll walk past them", he says but I'm still worrying. There will be pictures later. We make our way outside and some fans immediately swarm around us and ask for pictures. "I'm sorry, but right now is not a good time", Charles says apologising. I try to cover my face because I really look bad. "What's with Ivy?", "Is she okay?", "A picture please" the people around us are asking loudly. When we finally arrive at the car that was given to the drivers to get to the track I let out a big sigh. "I'm sorry, mon cœur. Now it's only us again. The photographers are gone", he says and kisses my hand. "Can we please just hurry up? This pain is killing me", it might sound a little annoyed but I can't think straight because of this shooting pain. I guess Charles is a little overwhelmed by my attitude because he just starts the engine and speeds to the doctor without talking to me. "Are you upset?", I ask him a little confused. He doesn't answer until the car is parked and the engine's off. He takes a deep breath and turns around to face me. "I'm scared", he admits and looks out of the window. "Why?", I ask him without any attitude. "That it's something serious and I couldn't forget myself that because I know it's my fault", he says finally looking at me. I feel bad for him because I know he thinks about it a lot. "Charlie, I'm sure it's nothing serious. Please don't worry about me", I take his hand and squeeze it. "Are you sure?", he asks. "Very sure", I smile at him. He returns the smile and shortly after opens the door for me and carries me into the doctors office. He explains the situation to one of the nurses in Italian and she leads us into a room. Charles sits me down on the doctor's couch and then stands next to me. He seems nervous. It's cute I think. The doctor comes in and Charles gets even more nervous. "Good morning", the doctor nicely says and shakes our hands. We greet him and then Charles explains how I twisted my ankle in Italian again. It's way easier because his English isn't the best. He takes a look at my ankle and bandages it afterwards. Then he explains what's going on with my ankle to Charles and gives him some medicine. "Thank you", I smile at the doctor before he leaves. When the door closes I look at Charles. "He says it's nothing serious, just a normal contusion but you should keep an eye on it. You have to take this medicine three times a day to reduce the swelling and against he pain", he explains to me and helps me get up. I can even walk a bit better with this bandage. "See, nothing serious. You don't have to worry, Charlie", I get on my tiptoes to kiss him. He blushes a little. "Yeah, I know", he says and smiles a bit. "Can you walk?", Charles asks. "Yeah, I think so. Just not so fast", I chuckle and intertwine my fingers with his. We walk out of the doctors office and into the car. We drive back to the hotel and get ready for the race. "You didn't eat breakfast yet", I notice. He needs to eat before the race. Otherwise he will collapse. It's getting warmer now and it's definitely hot in his car. "You didn't eat either", he says and raises his eyebrow. "I'm not hungry yet", I say because I really am not hungry. I'm feeling a little nauseous because of the medicine. "Are you sure, mon cœur?", he asks wrapping me in his arms. I nod and kiss him. "I missed this", Charles smiles against my lips. I know what he means. Yesterday was a lot on our relationship and definitely a threat. Being happy with him now feels even more beautiful. He deepens the kiss and his tongue asks for access which I give him. "Charlie, we don't have time", I chuckle and pull away from him a little. He puts on a sad face. "I don't want to leave you", he says brushing over my hair. "I'm coming with you", I laugh at his comment. "I know but I'll have to leave you for the race", he says. It's cute how he always wants to be by my side. I know it has a lot to do with yesterday but it's still very cute. "I'll be waiting for you in the garage the whole time and I'll cheer for you when you're on the podium", I grin because I know he loves when I support him. "Oh, the podium?", he playfully says pulling me closer to his body. "Yeah, my boyfriend is the best driver on the grid you know?", I go with his playfully tone and grin. He kisses me and my knees get weak. How I love this man. "We really need to get ready now, Charlie", I pull away from him and laugh. "But I want you now", his voice is full of lust. It attracts me so much. My knees get weak again. But we really need to go. He can't be late. "You can have all of me later", I wink at him. "Ivy, don't do this to me", he groans pulling me closer again. "Charlie, you know we have to go. We're going to be late already", I tell him again. I'm feeling like a mother but he knows I'm right. Fred is going to fume when he's late. "Alright, alright. Just one last kiss", he demands. I chuckle and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. Just a quick kiss. I take his hand and drag him out of the room and into the elevator. "Shit, I forgot my phone", Charles blurts out hysterically searching for his phone in his pockets. "No, I have it", I say and take it out of my purse. "How do I deserve you", he says and presses a kiss on my forehead. I just chuckle.