Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

Late night

Lia sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the soft glow of a table lamp casting long shadows across the space. The house had settled into an unusual quiet, the kind that comes only in the deepest hours of the night. She glanced at the clock, its hands inching closer to 2 a.m., and sighed. The older drivers—Fernando, Checo, Kimi, and Mark—were still out, and though she knew they were seasoned enough to handle themselves, she couldn't help but worry.

She stretched out on the couch, her thoughts drifting between the chaos of the day and the uncertainty of the night. Just as she was about to convince herself to head to bed, she noticed Max lingering near the doorway, his presence a quiet but noticeable one.

"Max, why aren't you asleep or at least in bed yet?" Lia asked, her voice gentle but laced with concern. She studied his face, searching for any sign of what might be bothering him. "Are you alright?"

The Dutchman simply nodded, his expression guarded but calm. "I'm fine, just waiting," he replied, his voice soft.

Lia had a feeling she knew who he was waiting for. "Checo will take some time, you know. He's out with his friends," she said, trying to reassure him.

Max didn't seem fazed by the information. Instead, he curled up deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "I know," he murmured. "I just want to wait, to be sure he gets back alright."

There was a determination in his tone that Lia recognized all too well. She knew better than to try and convince him to go to bed. Once Max set his mind on something, there was little anyone could do to sway him. A soft smile touched her lips as she walked over to him, understanding his need to look out for Checo.

"Alright," she conceded, "but be aware that he might not come back for some time. Yes?"

Max nodded again, his eyes already half-closed as he settled into the cushions. Lia leaned down, pressing a gentle, motherly kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Max. Try to get some rest."

With that, she turned and made her way upstairs, the quietness of the house now more comforting than before. She couldn't shake the small pang of worry that lingered, but she knew the drivers were in good hands—after all, they were with each other.

The next morning, Lia was one of the first to wake. The early morning light filtered through the curtains as she descended the stairs, her mind still on the older drivers who hadn't yet returned. The house was eerily quiet, the usual morning chatter and activity absent. Her heart quickened slightly as she reached the living room, her eyes scanning for any sign of them.

As she stepped into the room, a small smile crept onto her face. Max was still lying on the couch, but he wasn't alone. Checo had returned at some point in the night and was now curled up next to Max, his head resting on the Dutchman's chest. Max had one arm draped protectively around him, both of them lost in peaceful sleep. The sight was tender, a testament to the bond they shared, even if it wasn't always spoken.

Relieved that at least two of the drivers were safe and sound, Lia continued her quiet search for Fernando. She checked his room, but the bed was untouched, the room as neat as it had been the day before. Concern creeping back into her chest, she decided to check Logan's room, suspecting that the older Spaniard might have sought out the young American.

Pushing open the door to Logan's room, Lia's worries eased completely. There, snuggled into the bed, were Fernando and Logan. Fernando was curled up on one side, his arm wrapped around Logan, who was clutching the small plush rabbit Fernando had given him earlier. The two were fast asleep, their breathing slow and steady, comforted by each other's presence.

Lia stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the peaceful scene. The older drivers had all found their way back, and in their own ways. With a soft sigh of relief, Lia quietly closed the door, leaving the two to their rest. She headed back downstairs, the worry that had weighed on her all night finally lifting. The morning was still early, and she knew the house would soon come to life again, but for now, she cherished the silence, knowing that everyone was safe and where they belonged.