Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'Hey, wake up for me angel.' Charles whispered, climbing into bed besides me later that night.

George had taken me up to my room after I'd thrown up as much as I physically could, and Lando had sat on the sofa until I passed out. This was the first time I'd woken up since I fell asleep, and it seemed to be a long while later.

'What time is it?' I frowned.

'Just gone 1am my love. How are you feeling?' He asked, pulling me close, leaving my head resting on his chest.

'I feel better. Where did you go?' I asked him.

'I had to have a meeting with the board after I punched up that fucker.' He explained, clearly getting angry just thinking about it.

'Hey.' I said quietly, moving my hand to his chest, running my finger along it softly, smiling when I felt him sigh heavily in relief.

'I didn't know you got into a fight.' I said, looking him up and down for bruises and cuts.

'It wasn't a fight, love. I hit him as many times as I saw him lick his lips at you, and left before someone had to pull me off of him.' He responded.

'How many times was that?' I asked, my throat dry, not really wanting to know the answer.

'7.'

'I don't want you to keep getting disqualified over this.' I sighed.

'I'm not. They agreed that he should be suspended until further notice and I'm in the clear. Mia, I was not going to let him do what he did to you and not hurt him.' He said in a duh tone.

'I don't like it when you fight.'

'I know baby. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were sick too. I sent George after you.' He said kissing my head softly.

'Why not Lando? Or my brother?' I questioned.

'Lando was busy threatening that mother fucker and the second Danny heard the commotion all the way from the Mclaren garage he had to be kept away for a few hours.' He explained.

'You're all crazy.' I yawned.

'That ring on your finger. Take it off.' Charles said, shifting topics so fast i almost got whiplash.

'What?'

'Take it off. Im going to get you a new one. Next time a fucker wants to run his finger over it he can appreciate the fact that I put it there.' He explained.

'You said something similar about a necklace a few months ago.' I teased.

'And you think I didn't get you one?' He asked, eyebrows raised.

I didn't respond. I'd kind of forgotten about it until now.

'Mon amour. It is custom made, on its way over from Italy, and is estimated to take 6 months to perfect. I didn't want to just give you any old necklace, that's what I was replacing after all.' He said, making me look at him in disbelief.

'Charles. I didn't want anything expensive. You need to stop spending so much money on me.' I insisted.

'You don't even want an expensive engagement ring?' He asked, making me freeze.

'That's the ring you're replacing it with?' I asked him.

'Keep getting your nails painted in colours you'd be happy to get engaged to and we'll see.' He teased.

I rolled my eyes at him, Pulling him closer and smiling into the cuddle as I felt him press kisses all along my face.

I fell asleep the second I closed my eyes, and i was sure Charles did too until I woke up to see him staring down at me, moving a hair out of my face to look deeper into my eyes.