𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮, maisie

❝ sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture, and save it from the funny tricks of time. ❞
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"What time are you leaving?" I ask as he gets undressed to go take a shower, throwing his clothes in my laundry basket.

He does the laundry anyway.

"In half an hour." He informs me. "Come on, won't you change your mind?" He turns again, walking over to the bed. "Come with me." He leans down, reaching for my lips.

I smile as he kisses them, biting my bottom lip, leaving me wanting more. I chuckle at his attempt and push him away afterwards.

"I'm not butting into your family lunch." I sigh, throwing my back on the pillow again, relaxing and looking at him.

He frowns, "It's not butting in if you're family."

I raise a brow, a slight grin on the corner of my lips. "Are you saying I'm your family?" I put my hands down on the mattress, sitting myself up again.

He jumps next to me again, facing me. I bring my feet up, holding them for him to sit right in front of me.

"Well, you're my everything so I guess you'd be considered family." He says, his hand tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He always does that.

I blush. I can feel myself blush.

There is no way this man is real. There's just no way.

"Okay, very cute." I act nonchalant, looking down at my feet, that I'm holding as a distraction. "But I'm still not imposing my presence." I shake, looking up at him again.

"I want you there, Maisie." He insists, holding my cheek warmly.

My right hand moves up and I place it over his. His hand makes mine look like a baby's. "Meeting your family is a big step, Charles. Do you really want that?"

"You already know Arthur and Mads. You've seen Lorenzo around the paddock. There's only mom." That's true. But meeting the parent is always the hardest.

"Yeah, that's the scariest member." I force a chuckle.

He disagrees, "She's going to love you, baby." He gives me his nod that can convince anyone of anything.

"I don't know..." I hesitate, mostly afraid of how she'd react to me. I'm the one fighting her son on track every weekend to death for the same dream he and his father — her husband — thought of everyday.

If we were to meet, it should at least be on a quiet occasion. Today is her youngest's birthday. She'd want to enjoy that with her family.

"Come on, please..." He begs. "I met your family. You don't want to meet mine?" He's starting to make me feel bad

"I do. I'd love to." I tell him, holding his hand and bring it down as I draw soft circles with my thumb on his palm. "But it's your sibling's birthday. How 'bout next week? When it's not an occasion." I offer.

"Listen, Freckles." He brings his other hand over the two of ours. "I would rather not go and stay with you here than go without you. So, I'm leaving you the choice." He poses. "We can either go together, or stay together."