Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

👶Pierre Gasly - That's Not Daddy's Car

A different Pierre story instead of the drama happening in his other one lmao enjoy it x

I walk around the paddock, hand in hand with my husband Pierre and our son Gabriel. My son loved racing, I think it's because not only is his father a racing driver, but we have a Karting track at our house too so it must have something to do with it. Pierre leads us through the maze of paparazzi and fans to the Alpha Tauri garage. "Sorry about them." he mumbles. "No its alright. They have a job to do like you and I." After I say this, our son gasps and jumps excitedly pointing at the Alpha Tauri. Pierre smirks and picks him up to bring him to the car.

"Come on. We'll go have a look." and off they went. He begins explaining each part of the car but by bit and in simple terms for his son to understand. "And yeah. That's pretty much it. What do you think?" He looks at the side of the car he was at and shakes his head. "I don't like it." Pierre furrows his brows in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" His son looked back at him with such innocence. "I don't like this car. I like the one with the bull on it." I let out a chuckle under my breath as Pierre pulls a face. "You can't like that car. That's not daddy's car. You have to like this one!" The little boy shakes his head. "Well I like Max and Alex. I like their car. Can you bring me to meet them?" he asked excitedly. "Not until you say you like my car." Gabriel turns his head to me. "Okay moma? Can you take me to see them?" The crew around Pierre begin laughing as they catch onto what's happening.

"If daddy says it's okay then yes, I will." "You have to say you like my car just a little bit and then I'll let you okay?" The child in his arms begins thinking before shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I'll wait then." and with that, he jumped out of his arms and ran back to his mother. "Aw Pierre. Just let him like whichever car he wants to like." "But I drove for Red Bull and they kicked me out. It is this team I belong in." "But he is so little he doesn't understand that. He saw you drove for Red Bull and liked the car so please just go with him?" He glares jokingly and walks over to his son. "Okay. We'll go meet Max and Alex then." I've never seen him jump so quickly. As they rounded the corner tout of the door, the wave and walk on. I look outside the pit wall and watch as Pierre walks closer and closer to the Red Bull garage.

Pierre's pov
How could I be doing this? Why am I doing this? I stroll up to my old garage and let out a frustrated sigh. Oh god. I'm really doing this. "Pierre!" I snap my head around to see Christian and Helmut walking towards me. "Hey how are you?" I ask trying to be polite because let's be honest, Y/n was watching. "We're doing good. What are you doing here? Looking for a seat?" Christian joked. I laughed uncomfortably but shook my head. "No, my son likes this team so here we are. I was wondering if he could maybe go and have a look?" Christian looked down to the little boy and saw his bouncing to get in. "Yeah but you stay out here. We don't want our tactics getting sabotaged." Christian walked away talking to my son and left me alone standing in the pits but not for long. Max spotted me and walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked grabbing my hand. "Gabriel is having a look around the Red Bull garage. He doesn't seem too fond of Alpha Tauri at the moment." I chuckle. "He'll get there. He's just so used to you being in the Red Bull garage that he isn't used to Alpha Tauri." Max replies. "It's been a year since I left. I thought he'd know the difference by now." It did get me a little bit. I saw all the other drivers that ha dkids walk around and their little kids loved their cars but mine not so much, he was so focused on the car I drove for half the season. "Look mate, he's only little. He doesn't know what is going on so just give him time. He'll come around." Max said before taking a sip of his Red Bull. "Uncle Max!" We both turn to see Gabriel running towards us with a Red Bull hat on. Oh how I wanted it to have my name but I guess I'd just have to wait- the number ten? Why is the number tne on it? That's my number. "Look daddy! I got your hat." I look over to Christian who is smiling. He must have known something was up. "That's great buddy. Did you say thank you to Christian and Helmut?" Gabriel turns around and whispers a small thank you before he grabs my hand and pulls me back to Y/n in Alpha Tauri.

Back to Y/n's pov
Oh dear. A Red Bull hat. Gabriel was smiling and so was Pierre so it must have gone reasonably well. Gabriel and I locked eyes and his smile grew double the size it was. "Mama! Look! I have Daddy's hat! Christian showed me the hat and gave it to me! How cool is that?" He jumped into my arms showing me his new hat excitedly. "That's brilliant isn't it? Did you meet Uncle Alex?" He nodded. "And Uncle Max too! I saw his car but I between you and me mama," He pushed my hair aside so he was whispering in my ear, cautious not to let Pierre hear. "I like Daddy's car better." I pull away and give a shocked expression. "No way!" I gasp. "Yes way but shush! Don't tell daddy!" Pierre smiled at his son. It was like at that single moment, he knew he had done it. He knew he had everything he ever wanted. The wife, the child, the family, the racing. He had it all and he was happy with it and didn't plan on letting it go.