Double Sided Tracks

Bun In Oven

Angela hands her the pharmacy paper bag and Nora passes Isa to her like an exchange.

"Do you need some water?" Angela asked, Isa on her hip.

She shook her head, "No, I drank a lot."

The worst time to find out whether or not you are pregnant with your second child is when your husband just started a very demanding and stressful season where he has a chance to win his 10th title. It would be a breeze to do it with any other team, but Ferrari is a cult. It's a tradition. It's a legacy.

As she was about to step into the bathroom, one of the PR assistants greeted them. "Session is about to start, can we get you guys in the garage please?" she asked with a polite and timid smile.

She was about to open her mouth when Angela stepped in, "can you let her piss please? Do I need to fill a form of absence for her to miss one freaking practice session?" she scoffed and rolled her eyes when the poor assistant just walked away.

She giggled wetly, then let out a small sob. "Angela, I can't– I can't bring another baby into this." Nora whispered. Slightly hysterical.

Angela rubbed her back gently, "I know babe, but you don't know yet. You might not.."

Nora shook her head, "no, I have a feeling I am."

Twenty minutes later, Isa is getting fussy in her arms, keep babbling asking for Lewis. "Okay, flip it please." She requested.

Angela did as asked and sighed. "I'm sorry," she offered weakly.

She took a shaky breath. Being a wife and a mother is hard enough, but having no support as your husband's work meddles into your life is even harder. Now they are bringing another soul into this. Angela gently guides her away from hospitality and into Lewis' motorhome.

"You should go back, we'll be fine." Nora said, holding Isa sideways. He's falling asleep playing with the collar of her blouse.

Angela shook her head, "I'm staying."

"I love Lewis," she started. "I love that he's chasing his dreams. But I feel so–" she looked around the room and settled on Isa's face in her arms. So peaceful, curly hairs slightly damp from the heat, his eyelids fluttering. Probably dreaming about Paw Patrol. She wanted to say she feels alone, but she has Isa. Feels unfair to say she's lonely.

"It's okay to feel alone," Angela supplies. As if reading her mind. "You didn't sign up for this." She added.

Did she not? She married a Formula 1 driver, she knew who Lewis was and yet she still married him. So did she not sign up for this?

"Nora, you didn't sign up for this." Angela repeated. "He agreed to retire after, you were generous enough to stay while you were pregnant with Isa. You also did not sign up for that." she added.

"Lewis didn't know but I couldn't feed Isack, the stress dried them." She tried to joke but it fell flat as Angela sighed and gave her a pity look. "Angela, I physically cannot deal with Ferrari. I'm not built like an F1 driver, I'm not built like my husband who can withstand Ferrari's criticisms and scrutinize– they told me to shut my baby up when he's crying in the garage. Not because of the noise, but because it'll look bad on camera." she scoffed, rocking Isa gently in her arms. Mainly to calm herself down.

Angela moved to sit on the couch beside her, rubbing her shoulders gently.

"I don't know how to do this," she whispered.

"Do you want to keep the baby?" Angela asked.

Nora nodded, "yes." She answered with no hesitations. Keeping their unborn baby was always the only option.