Broken Speed | Verstappen & Leclerc

11 | cup of tea

-|- Monaco -|-

After showering the kids, making them some dinner and bringing them to bed I also washed myself before I went to my bedroom. It wasn't late or anything, but I was just too exhausted from the day, the playground, lunch and of course the gym.

Immediately I felt the tears shooting into my eyes as I thought back at the moment where the men came in. How they shouted at Charles, and the kids. And all I did was standing next to it while a stranger, or rival, defended my kids like I should have done.

But the men had been right, the gym wasn't a place for kids and also I should be there in my current state. He was so right that it hurt me and I started feeling the tears running down my face.

A cold shiver ran over me and I quickly pulled over a sweater before cuddling underneath the blankets. With my legs pulled up to my body, my arms hugging them, I then started crying heavily.

It was all too much and today at the gym, it just showed me that maybe the life we had lived over the last weeks was the better one. Just staying at home and only going out to grab food or for a little walk.

The world outside there wasn't ready for us as much as I wasn't ready for it. My phone vibrated again, like I had a couple of times over the last hour but I didn't wanna hear it. It was probably Charles, asking if I was fine, if the kids were okay, but I didn't wanna hear it.

He shouldn't be worried about them, he shouldn't care for them, that was my job and until I hadn't fixed that, there shouldn't be anyone else trying. So without looking at any of the text messages, I just turned off my phone.

I had no idea how long I was laying awake, starring at the ceiling but for some reason I couldn't sleep. Suddenly I then heard a quiet knock. Thinking that I probably were Luka or Lio, I stood up from the bed, walking over to my door.

As I opened it though, there was no kid in front of it and the moment I wanted to go back to sleep I heard another one, clearly coming from my front door. Confused at who it might be, at that time, I walked over, automatically pulling the sleeves over my skinny wrists.

As I wasn't quite used to people knocking as I didn't had any visitors over the last weeks, I opened the door instead of looking through the tiny hole first.

"Hi, I hoped that you weren't sleeping already." the Monegasque said as I opened the door, my jaw slightly dropping as I hadn't expected him here.

"W... What are you doing here?" I stuttered, panicking slightly as I knew I must look horrible.

My hair surely were a mess and my eyes tired, still blinking as I tried to adjust them to the light on the corridor.

"I just thought after what happened in the gym, you need someone." he said, instantly adding as he saw that I got uncomfortable, "Not to talk, I mean not if you don't want to. No, just to... I don't know... to be around, to not be alone."

It sounded more like a question at the end but his words still caused me a warm feeling, even a tear was running down my cheek. How could he be that cute, that concerned about not only the kids but also me.

And I didn't even manged to bring out a word, too overwhelmed, so I just opened the door a bit further, humming that he could step in.