Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Tiny Miracles | George Russell

Author's Note: I think the photo of George eating watermelon will always be my faveee
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Carolyn paced nervously in her living room, her hands resting on her swollen belly. She was 8 months pregnant and was feeling some pain. She thought she was experiencing Braxton Hicks, which had started earlier that morning. With each passing minute, her contractions grew stronger and more frequent. Feeling a surge of panic, she was sure it was just false labor. She wasn't due for another 3 weeks, so she shook it off and continued folding the laundry in the living room.

An hour later, when she was making herself some tea in the kitchen, she felt liquid pour down her legs and pool onto the floor. She gasped out loud and starting freaking out. Her water just broke. 

She waddled her way to her bedroom for her cellphone. Her husband, had just left yesterday for Mercedes headquarters. It was the summer break, but Toto had called the boys in to run some important updates for the rest of the season. He would be at least two hours away by flight. She panicked and called their best friend Alex and his girlfriend Lily, who lived in their building.

As the contractions intensified, Carolyn called Alex, trying to keep her voice steady despite the rising panic in her chest. 

"Alex, it's happening. The baby's coming and George is in Brackley," she said, her words coming out in short gasps as tears brimmed her eyes. 

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Lily's voice filled the receiver, filled with concern and determination. "We're on our way up, Carolyn. Just hold on. Alex will bring the car around and call George on the way."

With trembling hands, Carolyn hung up the phone and focused on breathing through the pain. Minutes felt like hours as she waited for Alex and Lily to arrive, each contraction bringing her closer to the moment she had been anticipating and dreading all at once. Using a copy of their apartment keys, Alex rushed through the door. 

"Let's go love, Lily is waiting in the car upfront." I nodded appreciatively and he grabbed our to go hospital bag. 

Meanwhile, George raced against time, his heart pounding with worry as he navigated through the Mercedes building. He could hardly believe that he had been so oblivious to Carolyn's impending labor yesterday, so consumed by his work. 

"Toto, hey. I need to get back to Monaco! Carolyn's going into labor!" 

The team principle noticed how freaked out his driver was and offered a solution. "Take my private jet, it will get you to Nice faster and I can just fly back commercial." 

He patted him on the back, wished him all the best, and to send Carolyn his congratulations. George was so grateful, as he was stressed trying to quickly find flights to get back in time. 

As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with thoughts of Carolyn and the baby. He prayed for their safety, willing himself to get home as quickly as possible. Once he boarded Toto's small jet, he sent a note to Alex to update him on his arrival. If all went well between landing in Nice and driving back to Monaco, he should arrive at the hospital in three to four hours. He hoped Carolyn could hold off long enough until he arrived.

On his flight his anxiety was through the roof. This was everything he ever wanted. He and Carolyn met through his mutual friend's girlfriend. Charlotte introduced them and it was like George's whole world flipped upside down. He had just joined Mercedes at the time and he wasn't looking for anything serious. He convinced himself having a girlfriend would be distracting, especially while racing for a top team. He couldn't help himself but gravitate towards her. Every time she appeared at the paddock in the Ferrari garage, or joined nights out in Monaco, he was infatuated with her.