Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Mama y Papa | Carlos Sainz

Author's Note: I identify as Mrs. Carlos Sainz, thank you and come again!

Done in Carlos POV.
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I was in the middle of a dream, when I felt tiny hands patting my cheeks. At first, it was gentle, almost sweet, like he wasn't quite sure if he should wake me up. Then, it became slightly harder. I cracked open one eye discreetly, enough to see my son sitting on my chest, his brown eyes studying my face.

A smirk threatened to pull at my lips, but I closed my eye quickly and let out an purposefully loud snore. I felt him stop, his eyebrows furrowing and then he giggled softly, his little hands patting me again.

"Papa," he whispered, leaning in close, against my face. "Papa, wake up!"

I felt a wet kiss land on the tip of my nose and that was my undoing. With a loud roar, I sat upright, scooping him off my chest and into the air. His laughs were enough to warm my heart, man I loved seeing my little boy smile.

"Papa!" he squealed, his small hands reaching for me as I brought him back down and into my arms. I kissed his cheek, extra dramatically, making a smacking sound just to hear him laugh again. He squirmed in my arms, but I wasn't letting him go just yet.

"And why are you waking me up exactly, hmm?" I teased, raising an eyebrow as I held him close to my chest.

He smiled, his little face lighting up with excitement. "Do you know what today is, Papa?"

I pretended to think, tapping my chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me guess...is it race day?"

"No!" he said, shaking his head, his giggles getting louder.

"Ah, of course! Is it pancake day?" 

"Nooo, Papa!" he said, getting impatient. "It's my first day of school!"

I nodded, pretending to be shocked. "Ah, that's right! How could I forget such an important day?" I kissed his forehead, my chest swelling with pride. "My little man is going to school for the first time. Are you ready?"

He nodded fiercely, his excitement contagious. I knew today would be one of those moments I'd always remember...not just for him, but for me too. My little boy was growing up and I was lucky enough to be right here, seeing it all happen.

"Let's go find Mama," I said, setting Emile down.

The second his little feet touched the floor, he was off, a whirlwind of energy bolting across the house. His laughter echoed down the hallway and I followed him. He ran into the kitchen, and I walked in just in time to see him run up to Chiara, who was standing at the counter, carefully decorating his pancakes with a smiley face made of fruit.

She turned slightly as Emile came to a stop beside her, his hands reaching for the plate. "Not yet, tesoro," she said softly. "It's not ready yet."

I paused in the doorway for a moment, taking her in. Her hair tied loosely back, a strand falling across her cheek. There was something so peaceful about the sight of her, so steady, so full of love. I was on lucky man.

I walked up behind her quietly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. She tensed for a moment not expecting it, then relaxed into my hold, her body melting against mine. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, letting my lips linger there for a second longer than usual.

"Good morning, amor," I whispered into her ear, watching the way her lips curved into a small smile.

"Good morning," she whispered back, her hands still busy cutting slices of banana for Emile's pancake smile.