The Proposal | a sebastian vettel fanfiction |

a l y 's p e c u l i a r d e m a n d s

Alyona had grown to the point where she couldn't cook, move or do business.

Seb had come second in the championship. But he didn't exactly care. The sooner he was finished, the better. His wife-to-be was overly demanding. He had to somehow indulge her.

He had even learned to cook spaghetti which was way beyond his abilities.

The cutest thing though was when he was writing her emails.

Seb discovered his wife-to-be was a grammar nazi and was obsessed with punctuation.

She growled so hard when he put a semicolon instead of a comma, that Seb squeaked and stood away from the laptop.

She glared at him. "Sit down, Sebastian. We are not finished here."

"You know I love you, but no need to scare me, I'm your fiancé not your secretary."

Alyona growled and grabbed the hem if his shirt, pulling him forward and down to her. "You're giving me ideas, Seb. Terrible ones. I want to bind you on that chair, over there," she pointed on the armchair across the study. "And fuck your brains out."

Seb's breath stopped.

"But I can't. Your daughter has been insanely moving today. And these fucking kicks."

Seb smirked, kneeling down, hands on her belly and making stupid faces. "My baby wants to drive," he sniffed."You're gonna be the best, going to put those fuck-faces in their place, show them how the Vettels kick asses."

Alyona sniffed too and pulled him up, giving a quick kiss. "The baby's gonna take my place in the corp."

"Jamesetta?"

"We're not naming the kid like that!"

"Second name. Themis Jamesetta is the name. You said you liked it. Don't go back on your word."

Alyona groaned. "My dad and you are the worst duo in the world. I can't believe we'll call her Jamesetta. Who's naming their kid like that, uh?"

"Why? It's grown on me."

"Of course it has, especially after dad gave you the Michael Jackson signed guitar."

Seb rolled his eyes.

Alyona crossed her arms over her chest. "And your voice is terrible."

"My voice is terrible? You don't even sing in the shower. Who doesn't sing in the shower?"

"I don't. I sing like a toad and I have decided not to share it with the world. Unlike you, of course." She stood from her chair. "Last time it was like you were sacrificing a cat."

"What! I'm very talented."

"Seb, I love you, you know that, but your voice is the worst."

"No, it's not. And I'll prove that right now."

"Oh, really? How?"

"I'll sing, of course."

"You'll do what?"

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Sebastian was crying.

Alyona was so exhausted after delivering the baby that she couldn't even think. But Sebastian was crying.

He was holding their daughter in his arms and he was crying.

Themis was so much better than he had thought. Or maybe it was because Alyona when she saw her, looked at Seb and huffed.