𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri

PART THIRTY NINE

I've stayed up way too late writing this chapter, it may be my favourite so far and has made me question if I do want this story to go down the path I have planned, but then I remembered I'm an evil little shit.

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You've waited long enough for this x

Word count; 2,604

Tomás

I wasn't surprised that P was awake. In fact, I'd almost expected it. And she didn't even care that she was caught, maybe because she knew it wasn't her mother that would come in and check on her, and for some reason that made a world of a difference. Nevertheless, peering my head through the door, her eyes glimmered, as if she'd almost planned it.

"You're supposed to be asleep." I warned with a smile, stepping through the threshold, Oscar close behind.

"Don't tell mummy." She chimed, resting the book she was reading on her lap.

I crouched beside the bed, "What's this?"

"From Annamaria." She beamed, only for the expression to morph into a deep frown. "But I can't understand any of it."

I raised a brow, picking up the book. No wonder she couldn't; it was all in Italian. Oscar noticed too, unable to contain a light chuckle - the fact Annamaria had expected the kid to understand a language she didn't even know.

"Do you want me to read it to you?" I offered.

She bobbed her head vigorously. We were our own enemies in the fact I would do anything to please her, and she knew I'd never say no.

"Turn on the light, she'll hurt her eyes like this."

Oscar obliged, switching on the lamp next to her bed.

"Will you sit with me?" She asked sweetly.

I grinned back, "Only if Oscar can."

And she agreed, because over the past few days she'd gotten to know the McLaren driver, predominantly because they'd always share icecream together after dinner. Vanilla, because no-one else would choose it, though I was quite sure Oscar only had it because some icecream was better than none.

P shifted in her seat, allowing a space for me beside her, taking no time in snuggling against my chest the second I sat down. Oscar climbed in next to me, wrapping his arm around the both of us. I opened the book.

"Oggi primo giorno di scuola." I translated, "Today is the first day of school."

"I hate school." She whined.

"Hush." I grinned, mainly because I knew Oscar was stifling a laugh, and that in itself made me want to giggle. "That goes for you, too."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Pay attention." I settled, readjusting my grip on the pages. "Passarono come un sogno quei tre mesi di vacanza in campagna; those three months of holiday in the countryside went by like a dream."