𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

030 || Only me

The Monaco Gp.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was light, and people were everywhere. The energy was electric. This morning, Max insisted on Clemmie being dressed in a Red Bull shirt, saying that he wanted her to know what the best team was from an early age.

His exact words had been, "I don't want my daughter wearing any Ferrari crap or Mclaren nonsense."

I too, had been dressed in his shirt. I didn't mind it, though, because the deal was that if he wanted me to wear it, he would have to put it on me. But then tragically, the first one was ripped off me, so now I was wearing his spare shirt, his number branded above my heart.

I missed this.

Being in the padock brought back so many memories, good and bad. I got some dirty looks, some happy waves, some excited fans, all of it. I remembered how amazing it had felt to drive.

God, I missed it.

This was my home.

"Are you okay?" Layla asked me for the third time in the last half hour.

I knew that she was just being nice. I knew she was worried about me. But the constant, childlike treatment from her was beginning to grate my cheese.

Pity.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I gave her a small, reassuring smile. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but decided against it.

Clemmie was fussing a little in my arms. Her tiny hands grabbing at my shirt. I saw a camera zoom in on me. The WAG cam. That's all I was now.

I felt Max's presence in the garage before I saw him. The mechanics parted for him like the red sea for Moses. They may as well have been bowing to him. He was smiling widley, his eyes shining as he made his way across the garage.

I watched him, admiring the way he moved, the way he commanded attention without even trying. He walked over to me, his eyes scanning over Clemmie before they finally met mine.

"Hello, love." His features somehow lit up more when he said those two words.

I loved it when he called me that.

"Hello, my other love." He grinned, stooping down a little to kiss Clemmie on the head. She giggled.

I could see him looking at me, searching my eyes for something. I felt my heart begin to speed up. For some reason, when he gave me thoes eyes, I wanted to cry. Or kiss him.

I smiled. Relaxed.

"Hey, you." I greeted him. He smiled, tilting his head to the side as he looked at me.

"You alright? You seem a bit pale." He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined me. I forced a laugh, trying to play it off.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a bit nervous, that's all." I lied, trying to make my voice sound more convincing.

The truth was, I was terrified. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I knew he could see it, sense it.

He bit his lip.

He moved a little closer. I could feel his warmth. I could smell him. It was intoxicating. His hand reached out and ran gently up my arm. Layla quickly took Clemmie out of my arms so that he could move even closer. His body was brushing against mine.

"You look lovely." He murmured. I grinned, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Simply, simply loyely." I teased him, my hand finding his chest.