Rêveries

Chapter 99.

Just like previously stated, I am not doing Mia any favors. After the Japan Grand Prix I'm pretty sure she's working overtime trying to keep up with the media and coming up with ideas of how I can deal with it all. I'll need to remind Charles to give her a big bonus for dealing with articles like:

'Charles Leclerc's picture perfect girlfriend' with a picture of me barfing into a trash can.

A lot of people felt bad for me, which was awkward in itself. But after that day at the paddock, people might really think I'm crazy. There's one photo taken of Daniel grabbing me, there's millions of me crying which is just as embarrassing, but not too weird, and then the pictures of me barfing with Pierre holding my hair back, grimacing. And while people seemed relatively understanding to what drove me to all of that, I still looked like I was having a mental breakdown. No matter how many times Charles told me it didn't look that bad, I was still embarrassed.

Oh lord what emotions make you do.

Then there was that obvious new rumor. The one that really couldn't come at a worse fucking time. As soon as the first picture of me randomly vomiting, people started speculating why I might've vomited so suddenly, and people were quick to assume it was that pregnancy sickness.

Evie, Pierre, Charles and I were on a plane back to Europe. Evie and I to return to our mental health journeys we apparently need all of a sudden. God, I miss being 19. And the boys to rest up before another race, the next round in Texas. I would usually go, but because of the previous Grand Prix weekend, I had decided against it, and no one fought it.

"Tell them you tried Charles' cooking and people might understand," Pierre suggested.

"It's not that bad," Charles immediately objected. I plead the fifth to not incriminate myself and offend Charles. "Besides, she was fine all day, so when would I have had the time to cook."

"Yeah, it did come out of nowhere," Pierre laughed as he thought back, "one second you were smiling and the next one you're just barfing."

I want to punch him for laughing, because I certainly didn't think it was as funny. Evie uses the back of her hand to slap his chest and he forces himself to stop laughing.

"You didn't feel sick before?" Evie asked.

"No, I felt fine, I finally got to relax a bit and then I just..." I explained and shook my head, turning to look out the window instead.

"Maybe you should take a pregnancy test?" Charles suddenly suggested. The whole plane went quiet as the three of us all looked at him, all looking a little shocked that he had thrown that out there. "What? You suddenly feel sick, your moods go up and down, you've been randomly getting new cravings and you toss and turn all night."

"All of those can be explained by other things," Evie replied instantly.

"I'm not pregnant," I added, shaking my head, looking at Charles who just looked between Evie and Pierre.

"Isn't it better to be sure? I mean... what if?" He asked with a little chuckle, looking at me again. He opened his mouth to keep speaking, but Pierre cut him off.

"Yeah, what if?" He asked, looking at Charles instead of me, "what would you do?"

Charles stared over at Pierre, and as they just looked across, right at each other for a moment, I felt like they were talking with nothing but a look. I don't know what Pierre wanted to get across, but Charles seemed to tense up. I couldn't stand it very long.

"Let's not talk about a hypothetical situation, please," I interrupted their staring contest before exchanging a look with Evie across from me. "I am not pregnant."