Cardigan

Chapter Sixteen

Elle POV

"Charles?" I ask, waking up and not finding him beside me. I pull myself away from the bed, wrapping the sheet around me as I walk through the apartment.

I look out at the balcony to see him sitting there head in his hands. I slowly make my way over to him, sitting behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, which he relaxes into.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he sniffles.

"You didn't. Are you okay?" He leans back into me, his head resting on my chest.

"I had a nightmare,"

"Box, Box?" I joke, causing him to laugh a little."Want to talk about it?" I wipe the tear that had fallen down his cheek.

"We were watching Arthur race at Spa, and it was raining," I hold him tighter. "He came up to turn seven and crash," Spa race day was tomorrow. I know how hard it is for him.

"It was just a nightmare Arthur's okay," I say. "I know how hard this week is for you, and I can't change what happened, but I'm here,"

"I know. I think it's just knocked me. I hate this week so much," he turns around facing me."I know I've got you," he leans forward, planting a kiss on my lips, which I return.

"He'd be proud of you," I say when I pull away. "You've done us all proud, Charles,"

"You think so?"

"I know so both Jules and Herve," he smiles at me and nods.

"I love you,"

"Je t'aime," I reply he smiles.

"You're using your French,"

"Only for you,"

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"Charles Leclerc Wins Belgian Grand Prix," I jump up and down, clapping, looking over to Arthur and Enzo, who were both celebrating as well.  smile seeing Arthur happy for Charles.

We all rush towards the podium, waiting for him to get out of his car. Kika walks over to me, hugging me.

"He raced great,"

"He really did," she looks over at the two Leclercs

"Arthur seems happy for him,' I nod.

"Maybe this is a good start," I shrug. Charles hugs his team and walks to his brothers high, fiving both his eyes, locking with mine as he removes his helmet, his arms open, and I run into them.

"I told you you'd do it," I smile, kissing him.

"I had your words in my head,"

"I'm proud of you," he kisses me again and puts me down.

"I want to be able to see you front row,"

"I'll be right there," he smiles, walking off.

I turn looking at Arthur he doesn't look at me for longer than five seconds so much for progress.

I watch as Charles comes onto the podium, the national anthem plays. I could feel myself tear up. This win meant more to him this time, especially after that nightmare.

He gets handed the trophy, his eyes finding mine, and he blows me a kiss and winks, lifting it up. I take my phone out, snapping a photo.

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"Charles," I scream as he lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulders.

"Charles, I swear to god put me down,"

"I can't hear you, mon chéri," he says. I try to look behind me, seeing the pool he had his eyes set on.

"Charles, you'll ruin my dress,"

"I was going to ruin it either way," I roll my eyes.

"Do it, Charles," Lando shouts. I feel his grip tighten on me as he starts to run, jumping into the pool. He lets go of me, and we look at each other before swimming back up.

"You look good wet," He pulls me closer by my hips.

"Do I?" He nods "shame this is the only time you'll be seeing me wet tonight," his mouth moves close to my ear, leaving a kiss underneath it.

"I highly doubt that I plan on making the most of my night with you underneath me completely naked calling out out my name as if it is the only name you know," I gulp. "So as soon as we get home, I'm doing unmentionable things to you," he kisses me, then gets out of the pool, holding his hand out for me to take, which I do.

"What did he say to you," Kika asks when she reaches me.

"That man will be the death of me," she laughs

"I guess you're in for a fun night," I look at her.

"If you don't hear from me, call the police,"

"Deal," she smiles. "Are you all packed for next week?'

"I am are you,'she nods.

"I've never been more excited for something in my life," she says

"What are you two plotting," Pierre asks as him and Charles move towards us.

"We aren't plotting. We are just speaking about next week,"

"Ah, the tour, my girlfriend chose you over me,"

"And I'd do it again,"