Auto Racing One Shots

Spitting Images - Nelson Piquet, Jr. (Formula E)

"Nelson, how long has it been since you and Y/N broke up?"

Nelson frowns just at the mention of your name. You broke his heart, blindsiding him when you told him that you fell out of love with him.

"Gosh, three, four years ago, now."

"Interesting..."

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, don't freak out with what I'm about to say, okay?"

"I can't promise you that. What is it?"

"Let's just say that there's a just recently turned four year old mini Nelson out there."

"What?!"

"And a mini Y/N, too"

"Dude, what in the Hell are you talking about?!"

"Let me just show you. You've never been good with words."

Nelson glares at his buddy while he's swiping around on his phone.

"Okay. Here it is."

He hands Nelson his phone, and on the screen was a picture of two adorable kids, celebrating their fourth birthdays.

"Swipe through; she posted a few."

As Nelson looks through the few photos, he sees himself in the kids' eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that he was their father; the eyes, the dark hair, the olive skin. One of the captions she posted on one of the photos was an homage to him; Happy Birthday in Portuguese. He doesn't know how to define his emotions at that very moment; they are scattered. Should he be angry at you for keeping her pregnancy a secret? Should he be livid that he didn't even know these two existed? Should he be sad that they may not even know about him either? Should his heart still ache all these years later, still unable to mend the pieces back together? He needs answers. First and foremost, he needs to know that, despite that their resemblance to him is uncanny, they are, in fact, his children.

Nelson wakes up the next day, on a mission. He gets himself on the best flight out of Miami to the major airport just outside of Y/N's hometown. He knew that when he got there, he'd be able to get some help finding you through your mother, who absolutely adored him while you two were together, them always privately thinking that they'd become one another's in-laws one day. Your father built the home they lived in from the ground up, and knowing that they'd never leave it because of that very reason, he was even closer to seeing you again because of them.

Nelson could make the trip from the airport to their home with his eyes closed; the number of times he made that very drive was exhausting. Pulling up in the driveway, not much has changed in the last four years; sure, the front door was painted a different color, the large oak tree in the front yard no longer had a tire swing tied to it, and your father must've finally parted with the old pick-up truck that your mother hated because it was no longer parked out front. Taking a deep breath, Nelson gets out of his rental car, and makes the short walk towards the front door. When his feet touch the doormat, his breathing becomes shaky, no amount of talks to himself could get him to calm down. He reaches the doorbell, and pushes it, hearing the familiar sound of the chime coming from inside. The opening of the door felt like it took forever.

"Nelson?! What are you doing here?!"

"Mrs. Y/L/N."

"Oh, Nelson, please, please come in!"

Your mother was always the best at giving hugs, and with this one, he could feel the hurt coming from it.

"We've missed you. How have you been?"

"I've missed you, too. I've been okay. How about you?"

"I've been busy."

"Oh, I believe it."

"Can I get you anything? A water, coffee?"

"I'm okay for now, but thank you."

"You sure?"

She was always such a great hostess; so welcoming, so accommodating.

"Yeah."

"Come on in here. Let's chat."

Nelson follows her into the kitchen, where they take a seat across from each other at the island.

"So, Nelson, what's brings you here? It's sure been awhile."

"It sure has. I was hoping that you'd be able to tell me where I could find Y/N. I've some questions for her."

"Oh, Nelson... I'm afraid that's just not possible."