𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍, 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, charles leclerc

╰┈➤ ❝𝟎𝟏𝟓. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.❞

 ❝𝐎𝐡, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐲
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲.❞

I got a call in the middle of the night from my mom. 

"(Y/n). Your father and I want to get a divorce." My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. 

"M-mom. What?" I whisper, sitting up from the bed. Tears fell as I bite on my hand to not make a noise and wake up Charles who had his arm draped around my waist as he slept peacefully on his stomach, dressed in only shorts. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I tried. I tried stopping him, but he just constantly says things that makes me want to cry so I let him make the decision." I could hear her voice breaking. 

"Mamá, I know he isn't the best, but try. Please. I need both my parents. I need you both." I choke. 

"He is set on the divorce. I tried stopping him, cariño."

"No, please. You love him right?" I beg.

"I love him, amor. I really do." She sobs. 

I wish I was with her right now, but the 3 boys here need me too. "Mamá. Does Carlos know?" 

"Yes. Your father called him." She answers softly. 

I let out a wheeze as I try to catch my breath. "Mom, I can't breathe." 

"You're with Charles. Wake him up. He'll help you." She answers, obviously trying to change the subject. 

"No, he has slept properly in days." I let out a strangled breath before slowly sliding out the bed and going to the bathroom to close the door. I slide down and rest my back against the bathtub wall. "I'm so sorry, mom. I'm really sorry." I whisper as I bite down on my bottom lip. 

"It's not your fault. I love you. Listen to your music to calm yourself down, I know it help." Her voice was tired. 

"Yeah, bye Mamá. I love you too." I cut the call without another word and knot my fingers in my hair. 

I pull my knees closer to my body and tuck my head in. I cry silently as I think of everything. I don't want 2 birthdays, I want 1. I don't want 2 christmas', I want 1. I don't want to go to 2 different houses when I come back from my races, I want to come home to 1. I want to call one place home. I want that home to have both my loving parents. I want it to have my caring brother, and I want us to do those special dinners every month where both sides of family come together and each bring a dish. I don't want that to stop. If they divorce, I won't be able to see my favourite cousin, Alexander, from my dads side, because I sure as hell would pick to stay with mom even though I'm an adult. 

"(Y/n)?" I hear a tired voice. My head shoots up as I hear the door slowly open. "I heard crying, you okay, baby?" 

"Charles." I sob. 

"What happened, chérie?" He asks as he slowly sits down next to me, yawning. 

I wrap my arms around his neck as I cry into his bare chest and he hugs my waist, tangling our legs. 

"What's wrong?" He whispers. 

"My dad. He- he wants a divorce." I never thought those words would leave my mouth. Watching my parents together as I grew up, I always wanted my love life to be like theirs. 

"Fuck. I'm so sorry, darling." He strokes my hair as I shake my head in disbelief. 

"It can't be true." I hiccup. 

"Just breathe, everything will be okay. It all works out in the end." He whispers. "Does your mom want the divorce?" 

"No." I cry as I shake my head, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. He scoots closer and holds me tighter.