Formula 1 | One Shots

Happiness is a Butterfly | Carlos Sainz

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: Sonam8888 

Done in Carlos POV ❤️  
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I blinked slowly, waking up. I turned to my side attempting to wrap my arms around my girlfriend, only to find her side of the bed empty. I slowly sat up scanning the room and the bathroom to see if she was in there. When I couldn't find her, I heard the soft sound of music coming from the kitchen and I grinned. I quickly threw on a shirt and laughed at the dress and bra thrown on the chair. Last nights events flashed back through my head.

As I made my way to the kitchen I saw Genevieve (Vivi) swaying her hips to a Bad Bunny song, wearing nothing but one of my Ferrari shirts and white socks. My eyes shamelessly grazed her entire body. I could see the outline of her perky breasts through the shirt and I groaned a bit knowing she wasn't wearing a bra under my shirt. I leaned against the frame of the door watching her dancing around and making breakfast. After about 2 minutes she spun and froze in her spot, cheeks flushing bright red. 

"Bebe, how long have you been standing there?" she asked, slightly flustered. She was so cute when she got all shy.

"Don't stop because of me, mi amor. I quite enjoyed the view." She walked towards me, jumping up in my arms and wrapping her arms around my neck. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but you woke up. I made your favorite pancakes" she said while placing a delicate kiss on my lips. I set her down and walked towards the stove.

"Ouuu I have a really good recipe for pancakes" I said, imitating myself. She laughed and slapped my arm, motioning for me to sit at the island barstool. She turned off the music and began plating our breakfast. I watched her with heart eyes as she carefully set the pancakes on two plates, dressing them up with fresh strawberries and raspberries...my favorites. As she set that in front of me, I watched her bring over an espresso placing it next to my plate. She kissed my cheek and took a seat next to me on the barstool.

I was too mesmerized watching her, to eat. The way her hair fell in front of her as she leaned over the plate and trying not to spill, made me smile. When she took a bite of a strawberry I watched as the juice trickled down her lips. Although we had only been dating for a year and a half, I felt something with Vivi that I had never felt before. Everything was simple with her.

As she took a big bite of her food, she turned to me with her cheeks full, confused as to why I hadn't started eating. "Mon amour, is something wrong with the food?" she asked me, her accent flawlessly rolling off her tongue. I pushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed her nose. 

"No, I just wanted to soak you all in this morning. I love waking up in the morning with you. You cooking for me, in my shirt...looking too sexy." I watched her scrunch her nose and her cheeks blush. It was cute how confident she always was, yet she became shy when I complimented her. 

I knew she was trying to cheer me up after news broke yesterday that this would be my last year driving with Ferrari. While we had already knew about it, the news circulating sooner than it was supposed to, hurt more than I cared to admit. Thankfully there was two weeks in-between races, so I spent the first one with family and did some training in Maranello, then flew to her apartment in Monaco to spend a week here. 

"I have a nice day planned for us, so let me clean up here and you go relax before we have to head out" she said to me. I didn't listen to her as I collected the empty dishes and walked towards the sink. 

"No hermosa, you go get ready while I clean up. You made breakfast, the least I can do is clean up." She stood on her tippy toes kissing me quickly before thanking me and heading towards her bedroom. I wasn't sure what the plan she had for today was, but I would go along with whatever she wanted, despite not feeling myself fully.