Kevin Magnussen X Nico Hülkenberg - Tiny Miracles

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The next few days passed in a blur. Kevin threw himself into work at the factory, using the noise and busyness to drown out the thoughts swirling in his head. But it wasn't enough. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind kept drifting back to Nico. Every time they crossed paths, Kevin felt the tallers eyes linger on him a little too long, felt the weight of his presence whenever they were in the same room.

It was like Nico could sense the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Kevin caught himself more than once, his hand slipping to his stomach in those quiet moments when no one was looking. His body was beginning to change, small shifts that only he could feel for now. His chest felt tighter, his emotions more erratic. It scared him how quickly the reality of the pregnancy was sinking in, how attached he was becoming to something he hadn't even been able to say out loud yet.

One evening, after everyone had cleared out of the factory, Kevin stayed behind, staring blankly at the engine in front of him. He could hear the echo of Nico's voice in his head, the concern in his eyes from the last time they spoke.

He hadn't been able to shake that look, the way Nico had reached out to him, offering understanding without even knowing what Kevin was dealing with. It was that thought, more than anything, that tore at Kevin's resolve.

Was he a coward for not telling Nico? Maybe. But was it wrong to protect himself too? What if Nico didn't want this—didn't want him? He'd never been sure where they stood, even before the pregnancy. Hooking up had been easy, a distraction. But now? Now, it felt like everything was hanging by a thread.

"Still here?"

Kevin jumped at the sound of Nico's voice, his heart lurching in his chest. He spun around, finding Nico standing at the entrance, his figure cast in the fading light of the factory. There was something calm, almost gentle, about the way the other blonde leaned against the doorframe, his eyes studying Kevin with that familiar intensity.

"I, uh—yeah," Kevin mumbled, wiping his hands on a rag as if he could wash away the nerves creeping up his spine. "Just wanted to finish up."

Nico's eyes flicked to the engine Kevin had been working on, but Kevin knew he wasn't really looking at it. His attention was elsewhere—on him.

"You've been staying late a lot," Nico said, stepping further into the room. His tone was casual, but Kevin could feel the unspoken question hanging in the air. "Everything okay?"

Kevin's pulse quickened. How many times had Nico asked him that question now? How many times had Kevin brushed it off with some half-baked excuse?

"I'm fine, Nico," Kevin said, but his voice lacked conviction. He could feel the lie unraveling even as he spoke it.

Nico didn't say anything at first. Instead, he walked over to where Kevin stood, his steps slow, deliberate. When he was close enough that Kevin could feel the warmth radiating from him, Nico stopped. He looked down at Kevin, his gaze softer than Kevin had ever seen it before.

"Kev," Nico said quietly, his voice almost a whisper, "you're not fine."

Kevin's chest tightened, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thick. He wanted to deny it, wanted to push Nico away with some snarky remark, but he couldn't. Not this time. Nico was too close—physically and emotionally. Kevin could feel the pressure building inside him, the fear, the uncertainty, all of it threatening to spill over.

"I—" Kevin started, but his throat closed up. His hand instinctively went to his stomach, resting there for just a second before he realized what he was doing.