Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

World, Hold On | Ollie Bearman

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: AestheticallyDaisy

Done in 3rd person POV.

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The British Grand Prix was one for the books this year. The air cackled with anticipation of which drivers would be end up on top. Would Max Verstappen hold his tight grip on first place or would another emerge victorious? Everyone was eager to know if the Redbull driver would squeeze his way back to P1 from P4, zooming past the three hometown heroes at the front row. 

Natasha Sargeant was waddling, yes waddling, through the paddock with her brother Logan towards the track. She was eight and a half months pregnant, supporting her big brothers race as well as her boyfriends F2 race. She was dressed in a comfortable summer dress, covered in little daisies. The media loved seeing her in the paddock and the paparazzi were snapping a million photos of her. 

Now typically she wouldn't be spotted in the paddock this pregnant, but she couldn't miss the opportunity to support her boyfriend at his last home race in F2, especially when it overlapped with her brothers F1 race. Two birds, one stone she thought to herself.

From the Prema garage she watched as her boyfriend sent it as the lights went out. He was starting from pole position and was extremely confident in winning his race. He had pulled away from the others, only Kimi Antonelli hot on his trail. She adjusted her headset, letting her listen into Ollie's radio.

Natasha intertwined her own fingers together, silently praying for good results. Logan had been able to join her for a bit since the F1 drivers parade was directly after the F2 race. With ten laps to go, Natasha was bouncing up and down, her anxiety seeping through. 

"C'mon baby, you got this" she whispered to herself.

She heard a cackle over the radio and only paid attention when she heard her name. "Tash? This ones for you love, and our baby. I love you both so much."

Tears spilled from her eyes as she watched Ollie speed past the checkered flag. He had done it! He won at his home race!! She removed the headset and could hardly stand back up from her chair. She felt a slight pain in her stomach but decided to ignore it as she attempted to make it over the podium ceremony for Ollie. 

She proudly stood under the podium, a tear slipping down her cheek. Watching the love of her life and there father of her child standing up on the first step, was emotional. Ollie lifted his trophy, pointing to Natasha in the crowd, then throwing his fist in the air. He looked and felt like a million bucks. With him joining F1 next season, he was eager to end his F2 career with a bang.

Following the podium celebrations, Ollie had to report for media duties so Natasha and Logan made their way back to the Williams garage. Logan had to change into his team kit for the drivers parade and Natasha made sure to sneak in a quick snack before the chaos began. 

She was a proud sister watching Logan during the drivers parade, it was low-key her favorite part of the weekend. She knew he would probably feel some type of way in the UK, since most of his hardcore fans were American and oddly Canadian. He held a smile and waved to the grandstands as the drivers made their way around the track.

Just as he came back, he saw Natasha chatting with some of the Williams employees, who all adored her. Sometimes Logan thought they liked her more than him, but who wouldn't? Natasha was a heart of gold and a ball of energy. Everyone she met adored her and Logan was extremely protective of his little sister. 

Logan's neck snapped toward Natasha who winced in pain and hunched over in her chair. "What's wrong Tash?"

"I'm...i'm not sure. It felt like a sharp pain but I think I'm fine. It's noth-"