Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mia's POV:
As Lewis had promised, George had dealt with breakfast. He had set out bowls of fruit, some cereal, and done a mini English breakfast, only for me.

'Where the fuck is mine?' Lando asked, slowly, looking around the kitchen.

'Are you growing my niece or nephew?' George asked, raising his eyebrows.

'No..'

'So shut up.' He responded, putting the plate down infront of me and squeezing the tops of my shoulders, before sitting down at the other end of the table.

I looked around at them all and smiled. Half of my boys were all here right now, and had flown last minute to be here.

'What are you grinning at you weirdo?' Danny asked, taking a bite of his food.

'I should announce news more often, you all got here to fast.' I laughed.

'Genuinely came straight to the plane, packed 2 days worth of clothes. Got to get my assistant to pack my case for our next race and send it right there.' Lewis laughed.

'It's going all the way to America so I hope they know what to pack you.' George added.

'And what did you do? Mr Russell? You left at the same time.' I laughed.

'Bag was packed.' He shrugged.

'Of course it was.' Lando muttered.

'He's an Aquarius.' Arthur said, as if that all made it make sense.

'So, when does the world find out about baby Leclerc?' Lewis asked, changing the subject.

'Hopefully no sooner than I want them to.' I laughed.

'They're crazy you know. Saw someone tweet about you being pregnant last month because of your skin complexion.' Lando added.

'And they were right.' Charles laughed.

'They always are. You can never get away with anyone when you've got the public acting as crazy as they do.' George responded.

'Mia and Charles are the only ones to have ever gotten away with anything, the fake engagement? You can pull this off no problem.' Arthur teased.

I rolled my eyes and Charles smacked him, Lando bursting into laughter at the comment.

'He's not wrong.'

'What're we doing today boys? Before I kill you all.' I asked, getting up from the table and loading the dishwasher, sighing dramatically when Charles took the plates from my hands and began to put them in himself.

'Let's go down to the beach!' Lando said, cheering for his own suggestion.

'I can't.' I said, in a duh tone, looking down at my stomach.

'Well then what do you want to do my darling sweet boring angel?' Lando asked, sitting back down at the table.

'I'll ignore the boring.' Charles muttered, from the sink.

'Okay. Let's go to the beach. I'll wear a hoodie and joggers and I'll be caught out instantly.' I responded.

'It's not that noticeable.' Lando argued.

'It is.' Everyone else interrupted.

'But you're only meant to be 3 months pregnant.' He muttered.

'And she's also approximately 2 ft tall. It's gonna show.' Lewis said, grinning at the face I pulled at him.

'It does just look like bloat guys, let's not be dramatic.' George chimed in.

'I will go to the beach, however, if anyone starts a pregnancy rumour I will murder you Lando because this means a lot to me.' I said, making sure he knew I was serious.