One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

85. - Carlos Sainz

For the lovely leag42 💖

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"You know, I was thinking, maybe we could go to the Christmas party together." You were watching some football game on TV with Carlos, the both of you lying on the couch of his apartment. Your head was on his shoulder and his arm around you, stroking the bare skin of your arm.

"The Renault Christmas party?" Your voice was tired. Carlos had begged you to watch the match between Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, but it was surprisingly boring and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Until Carlos' sentence.

"Yeah."

"You know we can't, Carlos. We'll go, but not together." You had this conversation too many times already.

Carlos' body turned stiff and he took his arm away from your shoulders, making you raise your head.

"I'm tired of being your secret." He stood up from the couch and started pacing in the living room.

"We talked about this before. I can't tell my dad about us yet. All my life he told me to never fall in love with a racing driver, so what do you think he'll say about me dating one of HIS drivers?"

"I know all that, Y/N, but we've been together for 8 months! I want us to go out together, I want to hold your hand in the paddock, I want you to kiss me good luck and hey, I even want to have dinners with your father! I want all of you, Y/N. But I feel like I'm just a burden for you at the moment."

You winced. He was right, about everything. The sadness in his voice was heart breaking and you were almost expecting him to break up with you right there. He didn't say anything anymore, just went to bed without even looking at you.

On the next day, Carlos was already gone when you woke up. You had a bad night sleep, you kept thinking about your argument and what you could do to make it better. Grabbing your phone from the bedside table, you opened a text from you father. He was asking if you were bringing a plus one to the Christmas party. You sighed, debating what to do, and finally you answered him. Yes, you were bringing a plus one.

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A couple of days later, you had found your dress, thanks to your mother who went shopping with you. You told her about you and Carlos, which she wasn't so surprised about, and you asked for advice on how to break the news to your father. She reassured you and you thought you should have told her sooner, instead of waiting months and stressing about it.

Carlos and you were talking again, although his words were still echoing through your mind. You loved him with all your heart and you didn't want him to think you were keeping him a secret. You put the gorgeous black and yellow dress on, wanting to pay a tribute to Renault's colours. Who knows, maybe your dad will take the news better that way!

Once your makeup and hair were done and black heels were on your feet, you joined Carlos in the living room. He was already dressed in a black suit.

"Are you taking your car or do you want me to call you a cab?" He asked after telling you how beautiful you looked.

You came closer and put a hand on his chest, the other slipping a small yellow rose – matching your dress – in the pocket of his suit.

"You can call a cab, for the both of us." You smiled and bit your lip expectantly.

"You mean..?"

"Let's go together. I told my mum today, so if you're still ready, we can break the news to my father and the whole team tonight."

"Really?" His smile was brighter than ever and you felt like he was holding himself to spin you around. "What changed your mind?" You shrugged.

"You were right, it's about time. Besides, you'll be a McLaren driver next year, so I guess there's no conflict of interest anymore. Ready to face my dad?"

"Sure, can't wait to tell Alain Prost I'm having sex with his daughter." You chuckled at his frightened face. He wanted this, he better take it upon himself, now!

When you stepped out of the cab, Carlos grabbed your hand, slipping his fingers through yours. He put a small kiss on your lips, asked if you were ready, and you made your entrance after taking a breath. There was no turning back.

Everyone was staring at you two. Of course, the whole Renault team was curious to see one of their drivers with the beloved daughter of Alain Prost. Carlos whispered a few comforting words in your ear when he felt you were embarrassed and on the edge of running away. You greeted some team members, including some who knew about you two – Carlos' physio, for instance – and soon people started to look away. In the room, you spotted your mother and father talking to Cyril Abiteboul. Finally, your father was left alone and you joined him with Carlos.

"Salut papa!" You exclaimed nervously, your fingers still intertwined to Carlos'. You could feel his thumb draw soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Y/N, so glad you made it!"

"Of course, wouldn't miss it." You paused, waiting for him to say something about Carlos, anything, but he didn't. Did he even understand? "So, I wanted to officially introduce you to my boyfriend."

Carlos' grab on your hand was tighter, making you feel his tension. He handed your father a hand for him to shake.

"M.Prost."

"Come on Carlos, you never called me like that before!" He laughed and patter your boyfriend's shoulder. "Hey, at least now I won't have to act like I don't know about you two."

"Wait, you knew?" You asked in disbelief.

"Sorry to break it to you kids, but you are not exactly discreet. I've known since June! I was just waiting for you to tell me."

"I thought you wouldn't approve." You said, now embarrassed to have feared this moment so much.

"Why wouldn't I? Carlos is a great guy! As long as he makes my baby happy, I don't have anything to say. Excuse me kids, I'm going to find my wife now. Behave, alright?" You nodded, still startled by what just happened. You expected a scene, shouts and maybe cries, but there was nothing of that. Carlos was as surprised as you.

"I guess it went ok!" He shrugged.

"Ok? It was more than ok! And you know what? For the first time, you have the right to kiss me in public, in front of your team, your boss, and my dad." You faced him and slipped your fingers behind his neck.

"Oh really? Lucky me!" Carlos leaned in and kissed your lips passionately, holding your waist close to him. He fell in love with his idol's daughter and he couldn't be happier about it.