F1 oneshots

𝐵 for Botanical Garden [GR63]

B for Botanical Garden

Birds chirped as the warm spring breeze blew through my hair, causing it to wave to the trees that were waving back. I breathed in the fresh air as George and I slowly walked through the garden.

A long sigh came from my side and I looked up to see him smiling. He noticed me staring and diverted his gaze to me with a smirk.

"What is it?" he asked cheekily, half expecting a joke.

"Nothing," I lied.

He nodded but knew he'd get the answer out of me at some point. We continued through the gardens, passing hundreds of species of flowers and plants. The sun shone brightly on them, reflecting the warm day's colours. 

We reached a tall glass building surrounded by fields of white roses. A sign to my left read: "Tropical Greenhouse"

I looked up at George excitedly and he grinned: "All right, beautiful, let's go see if they have them."

He grabbed my hand and we quickly walked towards the large structure. It seemed empty; the early hours of the day had not yet attracted many people.

What we were looking for was a peculiar little plant. The so-called Mimosa Pudica.

It's not very well known around the world, but growing up it has defined many core memories in my life. The plant is very simple; you would probably not notice it if you passed by without looking for it.

The only special thing about it is that its leaves, when touched, quickly react and fold, producing something you'd think you'd only ever see in an Avatar film.

But George loved seeing me look at nature with wonder in my eyes, and it reminded him of how beautiful our world is.

As we passed into the glass building, humid air rose to our faces and almost blurred our vision for a split second.

I was taken back to 2022, to the moment when George won his first race in Brazil, the heat and humidity intensifying the feeling of victory, the vivid colours of the country electrifying the sensations I was having.

How he got out of his car; how he raised his fists to the sky- a victory well-deserved.

The Mimosa Pudica reminded me of that day. It reminded me of the journey we've had together since then.

It reminded me of how happy I am with George.

We looked around to see if we could find it, going past the mango trees, and heading further and further back into the greenhouse.

"There," George suddenly said, squeezing my hand and pulling me after him.

I slightly jogged to keep up with his large paces and we soon reached the little pot.

I was grinning and it made George chuckle: "You know you look like a child right now?"

I laughed: "At least I look like a happy child, no?"

He nodded: "You're right, you do."

Neither of us hesitated to lightly touch the plant with our fingertips; the leaves folded instantly.

I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding and looked up at George, who still stared down at the plant.

I smiled to myself; this man is perfect. He's sweet and caring, compliments me and makes me feel secure in my own body.

I reached up and caressed his hair, his gaze averting to mine: "What?"

He lightly smiled, wrapping one arm around my frame.

"Nothing," I answered, "I just love you so much."

He smiled, letting his other arm join the first around me, embracing me in a tight hug as he placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, too, Y/n," he whispered, gently swaying back and forth.

He placed another kiss on my temple, moving down to my cheek and finally reaching my lips with a deep yet gentle kiss.

I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, wanting it to last forever. It was moments like these that defined who the two of us really were.

After a while George let go and we held hands as we left the greenhouse to continue our round in the park.

We passed by hundreds of types of flowers, dozens of species of roses and George even found a small daisy, picking it and sticking it in my hair.

It made me chuckle and blush, realising that although we had been together for more than two years, the excitement and nervosity of when we first started dating was still around.

"So where are we going now?" I asked as we left the park, heading back to the car.

George shrugged: "Where do you want to go?"

I thought about my answer and finally decided that it didn't have to be fancy. It didn't  have to be exciting or new.

"How about we just go home?" I eventually said.

George looked down at me with a frown: "You sure?"

I nodded and smiled: "Yes."

As he drove I couldn't help but stare at him again. His blue eyes and wavy hair we so dreamy, I couldn't think properly.

I didn't realise I was staring for that long until he said something.

"So... are you going to tell me why you've been staring at me all day?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

I grinned: "There might be a little something waiting for us at home."

"What is it?" he asked.

I shrugged: "You'll have to wait."

He frowned: "You're really not going to tell me?"

I laughed: "No, silly, you'll have to wait."

I smiled and sighed, taking in this moment forever.

*****

All right, I know this took a while but it's finally here!

There is something I have to tell you, my dear readers, and it's something that I will cherish forever and simply want to share with you because you deserve to be a part of my excitement!!

Last weekend I had the greatest opportunity of my life and went to the Italian GP in Monza!!!

I can't tell you all how great it was to be there, to feel the power the Tifosi hold over the track, how you can smell the history and feel the legacy of Ferrari anywhere near the circuit.

And seeing Charles win- Ferrari came home.

What a beautiful podium (I was happy of course, my Papaya boys were up there hehe) and a great celebration.

I would go back there any day. If any of you have been wondering whether or not to go to a race-

do it.

And go to Monza. Invade the track to watch the podium. Go feel the thrill. It's worth all the money in the world.

I promise.

x

Brooke