Gone Wrong

Chapter 8

As it was the summer break and the boys decided to stay with me for a bit. I was a bit annoyed that my house was going to be packed for three weeks but Arlo was absolutely ecstatic about it.

Me and Charles had been getting on better and had decided to take Arlo to a theme park.

"Look Charles are you sure we should be taking Arlo to a theme park? He's still quite young and it could be dangerous-" Charles cut me off by putting a finger to my lips.

I stared at him and then looked down to his finger.

"It will be fine! Also the theme park has a whole section for children." Charles explained to me as i nodded. "Ill go and make sure Arlos ready."

Charles came running down with arlo in his arms two minutes later.

"For fucks sake." I mumble as i look at my son in a Ferrari set and a Ferrari cap. I then looked down to his shoes. Where did they come from?

I walk over and hold up arlos foot as he giggles.

"Where did these come from, Leclerc?" I asked as he gulped.

"I just thought that they would look good with the outfit." Charles shrugged as i sighed.

"Lets just go."

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We arrived at the theme park and it was very busy.

I felt arlo cuddle into my leg as he looked around.

I picked him up and held him close.

"Baby don't worry, you're safe with me." I tell him as he nods still clutching onto me.

Charles goes to say something when a group of girls come running up to him.

"Oh. My. God. Are you Charles leclerc? Like actually him? I am your biggest fan! Can I get a picture?" The girl screamed as my eyes widen. I mean I get he has fans but I didn't realise girls were this crazy over him. Hell, if they really knew him I don't think they would be that crazy over the twat.

"Yeah sure." Charles chuckled and awkwardly smiled in the picture.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Sorry about that." Charles ran his hands through his hair as I nodded.

"Mama! Can we go on that?" Arlo pointed to the carousal.

"Of course we can." I bounced him up and down in my arms.

Charles walked in front of Arlo looking unimpressed on his choice of ride, "don't you want to go on something like that?" Charles pointed at a massive rollercoaster.

Arlo swallowed hard.

"He's four Charles." I scolded him and walked over to the carousal.

After taking Arlo on the ride he told us he was hungry so we decided to go and get something to eat.

On our way to getting some lunch Charles was stopped multiple times by people asking for photos and autographs.

I could tell Arlo was getting tired of stopping and waiting so I decided to walk on and get his food.

"Wait up!" I turned my head seeing Charles jogging up to us.

"Sorry Arlo didn't want to wait around so I just took him to get his food." I turned to look at my son as he happily ate some chips.

"No, no it's my bad." Charles smiled as I smiled back.

After lunch we went on a few more rides and then decided to head back.