My Girl➛Mick Schumacher

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Abu Dhabi, finally.

Chanel felt like the season had been much too long this year, she didn't know why, but she was so glad to be at the last race of the season. She'd arrived late on Monday after coming straight from her P2 in Brazil where she had secured her second-place spot in the Driver's Championship.

It was now 5 am on Thursday and she was wide awake and ready to take her last track walk of the season, but something felt off. Mick wasn't in bed with her, which is unusual considering he always got up later than she did.

"Mick?" She calls out quietly, a loud sob coming from the bathroom at the call of his name. Chanel scrambled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, her blonde fiance sitting on the tiled floor with his knees to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

"Mon amour, what happened?" She kneels in front of him, eyes flicking left to right to see if he has hurt himself. Mick stayed quiet and let out another sob, the brunette's heart shattering as she manoeuvred herself to wrap her arms around him.

"Gorgeous, hey, look at me." She hums softly, tilting his head up with her fingers, his eyes bloodshot and face bright red. He'd been crying for a while.

"Talk to me mon amour." It came out barely a whisper, the concern evident on her face. Mick didn't want to tell her, she'd be so disappointed in him, she'd leave him, she wouldn't want him anymore.

"Hey, I can see your mind working baby. Talk to me." She stops his rapid train of thoughts as the German mustered up the courage to speak.

"I lost my seat."

It went quiet, a little too quiet, and it sent his brain back into overdrive. She felt her heart shatter again at the state that team had left him in, crying on the hotel bathroom floor at how heartbroken he was.

"I'm so sorry." He cries again, head dropping back down as she scoots closer to him and cuddles him that little bit tighter.

"Baby, you don't need to apologise to me, ever. That asshole Cunther Steiner will be saying sorry to me later on though." She speaks, a little chuckle coming from him.

He lifts his head back up to look at her as she carefully wipes his tears away, hands resting on his cheeks, her thumb grazing the stubble on his face. Her whole body ached in pain with him, knowing just how much the seat meant to him, and for him to lose, it caused nothing but pain.

"I hate to say it, but at least you're away from HAAS." Chanel speaks after what feels like hours of silence.

"I know, it was just... a stepping stone." He sighs, stretching his legs out either side of his fiance.

"Who did they sign instead?" Chanel questions, grabbing the glass of water from the side to take a sip.

"Hulkenberg." Mick speaks, not expecting Chanel to spit out her water and nearly die from a cough attack.

"Are you okay?" He laughs a little as she uses her shirt to wipe the water on her chin.

"They signed Hulkenberg? The guy with the Guinness World Record for the most amount of races without a damn podium?" Chanel's eyebrows raise, and it 100% cheered Mick up to see her reaction.