Kevin Magnussen X Nico Hülkenberg - Tiny Miracles

racing incident

The race had barely started, but Kevin could already feel the anxiety gnawing at him. Something was wrong-he couldn't shake the sense of dread that sat heavy in his gut. He was in the garage, but his eyes flicked constantly between the screen and the clock, trying to stay focused while his thoughts swirled. Nico had been doing fine up to now, fighting his way through the pack, but halfway through the race, everything changed in a heartbeat.

Kevin's eyes widened as he watched Nico's car veer off the track. One of the tires had blown, sending him spinning out of control. The car collided with the barrier, splitting apart, pieces of debris scattered across the track like broken dreams. The pit was tense, but it only took a few seconds for panic to set in. He could hear the frantic voices of the engineers calling out to Nico over the radio, trying desperately to get a response.

"Come on, Nico, answer us!"

Silence.

Again, they called, the desperation growing in their voices, but still no answer. Kevin's heart pounded in his chest, and the room around him blurred as he focused on the screens. Medics swarmed the wreckage, pulling Nico from the car, his tall frame slumping between them. Kevin's breath caught, his hands instinctively wrapping around his stomach, protectively cradling their baby.

The world around him faded into white noise. He didn't even register when one of the women in the garage gently guided him away, telling him he needed to get to the hospital. All he could think about was the image of Nico-his body limp, his face hidden by the helmet-and the crushing emptiness that followed. Somehow, Kevin ended up in the waiting room of the hospital, his hands still firmly pressed over his belly. He felt disconnected from everything, like he was floating outside of his own body, watching the world collapse around him.

The team had to stay behind to pack up and figure out what went wrong with the tire, and the other drivers were still on track, so Kevin sat there alone. He didn't want to move, didn't want to talk-he just wanted Nico to be okay. His hands stayed glued to his stomach, as though letting go would make everything vanish, the baby, Nico, everything they had.

Time stretched on, but after what felt like an eternity, the doors opened, and familiar faces began to trickle in. McLaren, Red Bull, and Aston Martin drivers were the first to show up, all bringing food and offering hugs. Lando, Max, Checo, and Fernando, all trying to lift his spirits. It felt good to have their support, to feel like he wasn't alone anymore, but no matter how much they pampered him, it couldn't ease the gnawing fear in his chest.

He didn't want to move his hands from his belly. He was terrified that if he did, everything would slip away, and he would lose Nico and the baby both.

When Kevin walked into the hospital room, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of Nico sitting up in bed. He was pale, his eyes slightly unfocused, but he was awake. That alone made Kevin feel like he could finally breathe again. For a moment, he just stood there, gripping the edge of the chair to steady himself, the relief almost overwhelming.

Nico's gaze locked onto him, a flicker of recognition softening his features. His lips quirked into a weak smile, but his expression quickly shifted to confusion as his eyes traveled lower-to Kevin's stomach. His brow furrowed, and his eyes darted back up to Kevin's face.

"Kev..." Nico's voice was rough, barely above a whisper, "Why are you... why are you... pregnant?"

The room went silent for a second. Kevin blinked, unsure how to respond. The drivers who had gathered around the bed-Max, Checo, Lando and Fernando-exchanged amused glances. Nico's face was scrunched up in genuine confusion, his hand hovering in midair as if he was debating whether or not to reach out and touch the bump.