The Proposal | a sebastian vettel fanfiction |

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Sebastian had gone insane.

Waiting in the lounge of the hospital was the worst thing. He had been walking from side to side, refused James' words and coffee and was just going insane.

She had been in the surgery room for more than three hours. Seb was going mad. His guts churned as he remembered the sickening sound of the bullet.

James huffed. "If you love her as I do," he said. "You are going to sit down and relax. This hospital is mine, the doctor in there is the best in all Switzerland. She's going to be fine. Her health will rebound and you're going to marry the soonest possible."

"Don't give me hope," Seb stopped and say on the chair beside James. "Don't make me believe. If I lose her-"

"It won't be just you, Sebastian. I'll be losing a daughter and a grandchild and Tiana will be losing a mother and a sibling."

Sebastian admired James' resolve, he hadn't lost his wits not even a moment. "I know. I'm sorry, I just..." He sobbed in his hands.

"This is terrible. And I'll pull any strings so he would never be free again. I'll make sure of that."

"How do you do that?" Seb asked. "How do you remain unfaltering even in this situation?"

"I lost the love of my life, Sebastian. And I wasn't even there keep my daughter safe. You can't imagine how much I loved that baby even before she was born. I went to bed every night thinking of how I'll raise her. Of how I'll show her both to be compassionate and powerful. Good and unyielding." He sighed. "I never got to show her anything. True pain is not this, Sebastian. True pain is waking up and having everything but no one." James patted Seb's shoulder. "She will be fine. I know that much. Because if she won't, I'll fire every motherfucker inside that room."

Seb sobbed again. "I love her so much, James. So much."

"I know, son. She's going to be okay. And you're going to give me lots of grandkids to spoil. Of course you're going to marry in the family chateau and I hope you won't be too bothered by my friends. The marriage of my daughter is the one of the little things I could enjoy with her."

"I'd have to ask her first, James. She might not say yes."

James Morrison laughed. The old rascal laughed. Head thrown back and hand clenching the lion on top of his walking stick.

"Spoken like a true man in love." He laughed a bit more. "Us Morrisons are a tough caste. Stubborn as hell. We feel too deep, love too hard, never forget and always hold a grudge. When I say she loves you, you should believe me."

Seb was going to talk when the Doctor came out of the door. Seb and James both stood from the chairs.

"How is she, Doctor?" Seb asked the overly stern man. Seb was getting very worried when the Doctor didn't say anything.

"Speak, you fool!" James said sharply shaking his head.

"Miss Van Dijk's health is stable," he said and Seb fell back in the chair sobbing in relief. "She's going to be awake in a few hours. The bullet, though, was magically stuck on her hipbone, but we don't know exactly the state of her pregnancy. It's too soon to say, we are giving the embryo a forty percent chance of survival. Which is more than usual, if the bullet had hit her a few millimetres to the left, the embryo would be dead and she'd essential be unable to have children."

Seb covered his face with his hands and sobbed. He sobbed so hard that he didn't know what was going on around him, he didn't know if the doctor had left or if James had sat beside him.

She was alive, his wonderful Alyona was alive. That was all that mattered to him. Maybe if the baby wouldn't survive they'd have another chance, a chance where they would do everything right. Marry, travel around for a bit, meet the whole family, and then settle and have a bunch of blonde, blue-eyed babies.

But he hoped -he prayed- the baby was still alive and well. He had grown so fond, the past week, to the idea of being a father that he would never change it for anything.

"See," James said and smiled. "She's fine. I told you. Give the baby my name, okay? You've both worried me too much for nothing."

"Hang on for a sec, what if it's a girl?"

"Jamesetta. I like it."

"That's the worse name I've heard."

"Well, get used to it." James laughed.

"What about Aly's mother?"

"No," James' voice became too stern and dark. "That name belonged to her. And for me it's cursed. I won't live with the burden of her name in a daily basis."

"I just hope it survives."

James sighed. "It's half a Morrison. Of course it will."

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