Just Him ❤

60. Barcelona baby?

As Seb parked the car in the secure compound Chloe quickly put the pregnancy test into her rucksack. She then checked Instagram using her fake fan account, as she'd feared pictures of Seb running down the street carrying a pregnancy test were already circulating. It had taken less than twenty minutes and already they were going viral. Baby rumours were spreading like wildfire. She jumped a little as Seb put his hand under hers and turned the phone so that he could see what she was looking at. He let out a big sigh as he saw the pictures of himself, some people had even zoomed in on what was in his hand. "We say nothing, ok?" He said softly, she was glad he wasn't yelling at her. She felt like this was all her fault and he had every right to yell if he wanted to.

"Of course." She nodded her head slowly. Antti was glad they had reached the circuit, he bailed out of the car as quick as he could and left them to it, choosing to enter the paddock alone. "Seb, I'm so sorry. I feel like such an idiot." She put her phone away.

"What's done is done." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Let's just find out for sure."

"Yeah." She swallowed and undid her seatbelt. She went to open the door but Seb put his hand on her arm to stop her.

"You know that whatever it says, I'm here for you." He looked into her eyes and she nodded in response feeling a small bit of relief. They got out of the car and they left the safe area of the compound. As soon as they had scanned in at the gates the cameras were there. Seb kept his pace with hers as they walked, his sunglasses shielded any emotion he might show from them as the questions started.

"Is Chloe pregnant Sebastian?"

"You were pictured carrying a pregnancy test Sebastian, who's the lucky lady?"

"Chloe, are you having Sebastian's child?"

"Can you confirm anything about the baby rumours guys?"

"What does Mattia think to the news?"

"Congrats on the baby!"

He placed his hand on the small of her back as he ushered her into his driver's room at the back of his garage, ignoring the amused looks of other team members. "Fucking hell." He leant against the door, rubbing his face as Chloe put the rucksack down and got the test out with shaking hands. "I really don't need this." He growled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean....." He stopped as he looked at her anxious face. "Please, go and do it." He pointed to the box in her hand.

"I'm not sure if I need to pee." She whimpered.

"Oh come on. I haven't got time for this." He stepped over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Drink it." He threw it at her and she dropped the test to catch the bottle. She couldn't blame him for being like this. The press had wound him up. She sat on a chair gulping down the water while he stood and glowered at her from the door. After a few minutes he lost what little shred of patience he had left. "Go and try." He muttered.

"I can't just piss on demand." She snapped back.

"I haven't got time to be hanging around waiting for you. Now go and do the test." He bit back. He was feeling just as anxious as she was and seeing the panic on her face made him feel bad for snapping. "I'm sorry, I just need to know. I have a briefing before FP3 and I want to see how the work on Lina is going before that. " He said more softly. Just as she was about to head into the bathroom there was a knock on the door. "Oh for fucks sake." He muttered as Chloe froze. Looking agitated he opened the door.

"Ah Sebastian, can we borrow your lovely PA for a short while?" Silvia, a press officer for the team, stood there. She'd hated to ask him as she'd seen his thunderous expression when he'd walked in.