Charles Leclerc one shots

Unexpected baby

Warnings: none

Summary: you had a one night stand with Charles and end up getting pregnant

Isa was your best-friend, had been since your first day working for Ferrari.

You were smart and could handle yourself. You were proud of your work, didn't let your emotions or personal life stop you from doing your job, but you always made time for your family and friends. That's the type of kind hearted and loving person you were.

So, when she hadn't seen you for over a week at work she began to worry. She worried even more when she realized you were not only avoiding her but Kika and the others. They were your family, you would never run away as quick as what you had been doing these past couple of weeks.

"Spill!" Isa demanded as she stepped into the elevator after you, making you jump.

"What?" you sighed a little, recovering from your scare.

"There's something you're not telling me. So, spill." Isa crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at you stood in front of the doors so you couldn't escape.

"You're crazy." you scoffed.

"Are you serious, right now?" Isa frowned. "I haven't seen you for a week. You haven't text, or called, you haven't even emailed me and I'm, the crazy one. You're supposed to be my best friend, aren't you?" you nodded, your gaze on the floor. "So, tell me, what's wrong? Or, am I not as important to you as you are to me?"

You nodded again, tears stinging your eyes. "I, can't tell you." your words were barely a whisper. "I'm sorry ".

Isa shook her head. "No, not good enough. Tell me! You're nearly in tears, for crying out loud! Fuck, y/n, you're like my sister. Talk to me. If someone's hurt you then I can help."

"I'M PREGNANT!"

The two of you stared at each other in silence as the words echoed in the elevator for a second.

You hadn't used those two words yet too scared to admit that that's what you were and they were the last words Isa thought you'd say.

"You're-"

As tears slowly began to fall Isa pulled you into her arms, holding you as tight as she could as you cried into her arms.

"I'm sorry-"

"Shhh...It's fine. It's okay." she gently stroked the back of your head, soothing you. "I'm here, okay?"

"Charles?" Isa looked as white as what you did when you found out you were pregnant. "When did you sleep with him?"

The two of you were sat in the kitchen with a mug of tea each as you talked about your news. Your tears had stopped by now, so had Isa's and now the two of you were just holding hands, gently rubbing your thumbs over each other's hand.

"Remember the night everyone had drinks after he won the race?" you spoke.

Isa thought back to almost a month ago when everyone was drinking and celebrating what had happened. Charles had taken the spot next to you, automatically placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

"Hey, you okay?" you leaned into him.

He nodded letting out a deep sigh.

"Better." he smiled softly, making you blush a little.

The alcohol flowed, jokes were made, hands caressed and lips were kissed.

"Shit." Isa gasped. "So, have you, you know ... Told, him?"

You shook your head sighing a little "I'm scared, Isa. It shouldn't have happened." you sighed.

"The two of you having sex?" she asked.

"No- yes-no, I don't know. It happened, once and, we've said nothing since-' you shrugged.

"To be fair, you have been ignoring everyone. I'm sure, if you told Charles-" you scoffed cutting her off.

"How? How the fuck, do I tell Charles, I'm pregnant?" you snapped as you stood up and began pacing. "Oh, hey,Mr Sexy-hot formula 1 driver-beef cake-Leclerc, just to let you know, after our one time thing, you knocked me up!"

Isa silently stared at the door behind you as you huffed. "Hmm...I think, you just did." she cringed as she pointed behind you.

Your eyes widened with fear, not believing you had just put your foot in it. You shook your head slowly as your bottom lip began to tremble. "N-No."

Isa offered you a sorrowful look before she quietly excused herself from the kitchen.

You didn't know if he was there or not, a part of you hoped he'd just left so you didn't have to say it but you knew you had to. He deserved to know, well, in more words than 'knocked up'.

"Do you regret that night?" you closed your eyes as a chill ran down your spine, a tear falling down your cheek as you felt him behind you.

You slowly shook your head with a deep in take of breath. "No. Of course not, Charles." you whispered. You leaned forwards and placed your hands on the work top as you tried not to cry. "Do-Do you?" you were terrified to ask but you had to know.

Charles didn't say anything right away and that silence made your heart break but only for a second.

He stepped forwards and slipped his left hand along the length of your arm before he laced his fingers with yours You felt the warmth from his chest press against your back as he slipped his right arm around your waist and pull you closer to him.

"That night meant more to me, than any memories from before this-" he squeezed your left hand as he spoke"-happened." he sighed softly as he pressed his face into your hair. « Were you going to tell me?" he asked.

"Yes!" you sobbed, your right hand flying up to your mouth. "Of course I was. I just- I didn't know how to tell you, without, scaring you. »

Charles sighed deeply as he tightened his hold on you. "Oh, hey, Mr Sexy-hot formula 1 driver-beef cake-Leclerc, just to let you know, after our one time thing, you knocked me up... Was probably not the best way, Chérie." he smirked against your hair making you giggle a little.

"I know that, smart-ass." you raised your foot and tapped his shin. " I'm sorry that's the way you found out. " you gently placed your free hand over his that was laid over your stomach "Are, you okay, with this? You don't have to be involved, if you don't want to. I can be a single mother. I don't want you to sacrifice your career  if it's too much because you've come so far-"

Charles ripped his right hand from under yours and cupped your face, turning your face so he could kiss you over your shoulder. It was soft and gentle but full of- love?

"I can do this, y/n . We can. Together."