Another World

Esteban Ocon

Esteban was practically bouncing on the sofa in the Williams motorhome, Lance raising an eyebrow at his friend as he entered the room.

The Force India driver ceased his bouncing as the baby was brought closer to him, the grin still wide on his face.

Lance's face was still flushed from the fever he'd suffered through during the past week. Luckily his temperature had fallen and his fever broke, meaning he could walk around the hotel suite. Sergey didn't want him in the paddock until he had fully recovered, afraid something will set the illness off again.

The Canadian settled himself on the sofa next to his friend, Ember settled in his arms.

Esteban leaned over to have a closer look at her, the bright amber eyes blinking up at him.

"She's adorable" he breathed, and Ember turned her head to look at him.

"Sergey and I were wondering if you and Sergio would like to be Godparents?" Lance looked at the Frenchman.

Esteban's mouth dropped open.

"Close your mouth, you'll get flies." Lance snorted, bumping his arm.

Esteban's mouth snapped shut.

"Is that a yes?" The Canadian pressed, Ember's tiny hand grabbing his finger as she started to cry.

Lance placed Ember in Esteban's arms as he headed towards the mini kitchen area of the room to heat some baby formula.

"Yes!" Esteban yelled over the sound of the microwave as Lance propped himself against the doorframe.

The microwave binged and Lance brought the baby bottle into the sitting area, handing it to Esteban.

Esteban took the bottle and looked at Lance. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Do you want to?" Lance settled himself back onto the sofa.

The Frenchman nodded and settled back in the sofa with the baby in his arms, gently running the rubber nipple of the bottle over her lips, the baby latching onto it.

He felt a weight on his shoulder and glanced over to see Lance had planted face-first into his shoulder blade, fast asleep.

He chuckled quietly and lulled Ember to sleep as well.