Pit Stops (Book I-F1 Series)

Chapter Sixty Four

Anne

Imola is canceled and it's the Monday before Monaco GP and I can feel my nerves tensed as I know this is important to Charles, Arthur, and Marck.

Last week has been pretty hectic from the karting event of Richard Mille, which at first I refused to go to but Tante persuaded me to come sinceI'm a Mille after all. It ended up being pretty fun since it was like the old times competing with Charles.

Then the Monaco Charity Cup which Charles hilariously faceplanted himself on the ground with just 90 seconds on. I was there and then I just could help but laugh at his skills. I love him but he is just unconsciously funny.

After the game, we ended up bantering at each other because he knows I play football well. He's just thankful that I am not allowed to play since it's an invitational game.

I forced myself to be preoccupied with everything and every event that Charles was in, i was happy with them, especially with Charles beside me. But there will always be nights when I go to the spare room and look at the baby things they've bought, I cry and think about the baby that I've lost.

It still hurts knowing that a baby grew inside of me but it's suddenly taken from me. Everyone was so excited, and I was ready for him, but the baby wasn't. He had complications, his heart was weak and the moment I got so stressed and hurt, he finally lets go. I know it isn't my fault but still it hurts a lot knowing that we grew to love him.

"Bud?" Charles muttered as he entered the spare room. I know he heard my sobs because he went to me and hugged me. "Don't worry, let it all out." And i did. I cried in his arms every night i felt sad since i came back here in Monaco.

Monaco has been pretty busy and hectic since the GP is this weekend, there's an influx of tourists which made going out and getting groceries hard.

Sadly Collette won't make it to the GP since the due date is just around the corner and walking around Monte Carlo is not a good idea. Dad and Jacque are already there at the house and I'm here waiting for Charles to come back from Maranello since he decided to train there for a bit since he'll stay here for a bit before going to Spain GP.

My phone rang and I looked at it and saw its Janelle. I still couldn't believe that Janelle and Pierre are together, and they even managed to hide it from us, but I don't blame her, I'd been disconnected from everyone for months before.

"Bonjour, mon amour." (Good morning, my love) She greeted me and I lost grip on the apple that I'm holding onto after I bit it.

"Don't tell me that Pierre calls you mon amour," I said as she chuckled.

"Girl, that's the sweetest thing someone ever called me." She grunted and laughed. "Oh, plus the accent. It's killing me! You didn't even tell me that French accent is so damn attractive." I laughed as I looked at the clock and saw Charles will be here any minute.

"Wow, as if the first Frenchman who you got attracted to played with you," I expressed and she groaned. "And I don't notice any accent whenever they speak."

"Honey, it's because you are surrounded by French people, from your Mom to your boyfriend now," she spoke out and she is indeed right. "Don't you dare change my
mind about Pierre, he's the cutest and loveliest."

"Im surrounded by Monegasque Nelle, not French." I reminded her and she laughed. "They

I laughed as I shook my head delighted that she finally found someone that could handle her, and it's only a plus that it's one of my best friends.

"By the way are you free right now? I'm dying to go out since Pierre is so busy and I'm stuck here at the hotel since I don't know where to go here in Monaco," she complained and my eyes widened.