Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Fight For Me Part 2 | Oscar Piastri & Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by my bestie: -lechair-

Part 2 of 2, final.
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It's been three months since everything with Charles and Oscar came crashing down. Three months since I had to make that gut wrenching decision to let them both go. I thought I'd be able to move on, but life had other plans for me. 

I remember starting at the two pink lines and my heart sank. I remember sitting on the cold bathroom floor, just like that night, but this time, the weight of the world felt even heavier. A doctor's appointment confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant and I knew without a doubt that it was Charles' baby. 

I tried reaching out to him. I thought, maybe he'd want to know, maybe this would change things. But every call went straight to voicemail. My messages went unread. And when I finally checked my social media, I realized...he had blocked me. Everywhere. 

The realization hit me hard. I was cut out of his life, completely. He didn't want anything to do with me, or this child. For a moment, I wanted to scream, to cry, to demand an explanation from him. But part of me didn't blame him, I broke his heart. 

As the days passed, I realized holding onto that pain wasn't going to help me. I had to let it go. I had to be strong, not for me, but for this little life growing inside of me. This baby would be my priority now. 

When I told my family, I was terrified of their reactions. I expected disappointment, maybe even anger. But instead, I found love and support in ways I didn't anticipate. My brother Fitz, especially, stood by me through it all. Even though he knew exactly what had gone down with Charles, he didn't judge me. He just hugged me tight, told me that I wasn't alone, and promised to be there every step of the way. 

"Whatever you need, Lee, I'm here. We're all here," he said. 

That night, for the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to feel a little less lost. My parents were equally as supportive, their initial shock quickly replaced with determination to help me through this. My mom kept saying how excited she was to become a grandmother, and my dad, though quieter, gave me one of his nods, the kind that let me know everything would be okay. 

I wasn't ready for this, not by a long shot. But their support made me feel like I could handle anything. I was scared, yes, but I wasn't alone. Fitz was already planning how he'd spoil the baby, and my mom kept suggesting names, even though I was nowhere near ready to think about that. 

And so, I came to terms with it all. I had a baby on the way. Charles might not be in the picture, and that still stung, but this child was going to have a whole family who loved them. I wouldn't let the past haunt me. This was my life now. And I was ready to be strong...for me, for my baby, and for the future I hadn't expected but now embraced with everything I had.

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Fitz and I had spent the afternoon shopping at a baby boutique, trying to pick out some essentials for my apartment. It felt surreal, looking through tiny clothes, books, and baby blankets, but in a way, it was comforting. 

Each item I chose made it all feel more real and less terrifying. I picked out a stack of children's books, smiling as I ran my fingers over the covers. Fitz nudged me, laughing as he held up a onesie that read 'Baby Got Back.'

"Come on, you've got to get this. It's perfect," he said, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. 

"Fine," I agreed, handing it over to the woman at the counter along with the books.