F1 oneshots

Baby Seat ≪◦ ❈ ◦≫ Charles Leclerc

IngridBorromeo, hope this is somewhat what you were wishing for!

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"So this is for Monaco?"

"Yes, baby, the team want me to update my garage to keep it up-to-date with Ferrari's cars."

I roll my eyes with a grin: "You boys just look for excuses to buy new rides."

Charles chuckles while changing lanes to overtake a slower car. We've been driving for almost an hour, but it's worth it.

Getting to see Charles be this excited isn't a daily thing. But whenever it had anything to do with Ferrari, he'd get extremely excited and couldn't wait for whatever the team had planned.

I reach out and gently caress the back of his neck, and Charles smiles, pressing a soft kiss on my arm. We're in a peaceful part of our lives. Our families are coming to visit us next week for the engagement party.

Charles proposed almost a year ago, but now that we're actually planning the wedding, we wanted to throw an engagement party with our friends and family.

Racing is going well; he's currently in third place in the championship and is determined to make it to the top. He's confident that this year the car and team are strong enough to push for the win.

He has many reasons to fight for the number one spot, but one of them is still shielded from his eyes.

I place my second hand on my lower belly, and a feeling of serenity overcomes me. I just found out a couple of days ago, and decided that today was the perfect day to tell him.

Today it's just him and me, and I can tell him privately, away from all the cameras and fans. I can speak to him, heart to heart.

It doesn't take long for us to arrive at the Ferrari dealership, where Charles parks the car, and takes no time to think before opening my door for me, and holding my hand for me to step out.

"Thank you, handsome," I thank him, as always, with a kiss on his cheek.

He grabs my hand and grins as we make our way inside the building: "I'll never get sick of that."

I make sure to hold onto my dress as we step up the staircase into the Ferrari office. It's a pastel pink, which goes perfectly with the occasion.

While Charles had a team meeting last week, I went to the Doctor's office to try and see if I could find out the baby's sex yet. And wonderfully, I had the answer just before Charles and I went to bed last night.

"Charles! Good to see you!" the men greet Charles in their office, offering him and me a seat to speak about what will happen now.

While they explain that Charles will leave the garage with his new car today already if he wishes, I can't help but glance at the mirror next to the table, which opens a view into the factory itself.

You can see the cars being built right in front of you, and I marvel at the detail and precision of the work being done.

Only at Ferrari.

Before I know it, the men are standing up again, getting ready to head down to the garage. Charles signed a few documents and agreed to give back the car we drove up in. Ferrari would take over the technicalities with the insurance.

"Allons, chérie," Charles says, grabbing my hand. I follow him and the men back down the stairs and through the building to the garage, where there are dozens of marvellous Ferraris hiding from the sunlight. Each in its own scarlet cover.