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109: The Abu Dhabi title fight

Saturday, quali time.

Maeve's point of view

The thoughts have been growing with the hours, so it's time to rip off the band-aid.

I have been puking for this entire morning --> morning sickness. Fatigue --> body working overtime.  Sore boobs --> creating milk. Cramping and peeing --> because of the child in my stomach.

'So what if you are?', Sienna is eating a granola bar, that looks amazing.

'I don't know, Sienna', I sigh. 'I mean, Max and I just got together and I don't think we are ready for a child relationship and career-wise'.

I look over at her granola bar, I'm fucking drooling for it.

'Maeve, it'll be okay. Whatever you do we are here for you', she hands me the granola bar and I smile in disbelief. 'Here, predator'.

'We'll even drive you to the clinic in case you don't want to keep it', Luciana smiles.

'Thank you girls', I stand up and grab my cup. 'Be right back'.

The test is out of the cup and we're waiting. We have been waiting. I don't want to wait anymore.

'Isn't this fucking nerve wrecking', I hiss.

'You do have the pregnancy symptoms, cranky bitch', Sienna laughs.

The timer goes and Luciana nods. 'Take a moment for yourself', she smiles and tries to leave the room.

'No fucking way, I'm staying. I'm in deep', Sienna points out.

I flip over the test.

'Oh fuck', I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

'What?', Luci asks.

'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck', I smile.

'Is this good or bad?', Sienna asks Luci, who pushes her elbow into Sienna's side.

'Guys, I'm-', A smile forms at my mouth. 'Not pregnant'.

Luciana and Sienna also take a deep breath.

'Well thank god, Jesus', Luciana pants.

They walk towards me and we embrace each other in a hug.

Emotions fill my head. 'Fuck, is it wrong that a little part of me wanted that test to say positive?', I cry.

'No, baby. Of course not, but that does mean that you are sure things are right between you and Max. I'm so proud of you Maeve, but to be honest, let's be happy that you aren't pregnant because you should not be racing in those conditions', Luciana brushes a hand through my hair.

'You're right, thank you for being here for me guys', I thank them both.

'We always will be', Sienna smiles. 'Now go and get ready for quali'.

(if you are wondering why such a weird topic would come up and then get knocked down, all I can say is, stay tuned)

Qualifying

Qualifying day is here, and everything feels more intense, more vivid than any other weekend. I can feel my heart pounding as I step into the paddock, the sound of engines, the smell of fuel, and the murmurs of fans mixing into a heady rush that only heightens my focus. Today, every fraction of a second counts.

I'm glad I did the test this morning, I'd rather not have to think about anything else right now other than securing pole. Max and I are tied in the championship, 162 points each. Knowing that adds a razor-sharp edge to every corner, every straight, every bit of rubber I lay down on this track.