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marclvsf1 · 13 days

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LITTLE PILOT // Kimi Raikkonen

Kimi Raikkonen x wife!Reader

NOTA DEL AUTOR: mucho más corto que los demás, pero tenía ganas de escribir algo esponjoso sobre Kimi y aquí está.

(El inglés no es mi primer idioma, lo siento si hay errores de ortografía, las críticas constructivas son bienvenidas).

You met Kimi in 2014 during a trip you took to visit friends and family in Finland.

You had arranged to meet your group of friends that you both had in common for a drink, when to your surprise he was there too. You knew who he was, you had heard about him hundreds of times, both on television and from your friends, but you had never met him in the same place before.

And that day, more to your luck than your misfortune, the only place left was next to him, so you had no choice but to sit next to him and try to engage him in conversation.

To your surprise, you hit it off quite well from the very first moment, and he wasn't the ice man he was portrayed to be on social media and TV.

Just three days after that meeting, you received a message from a number you hadn't added inviting you to go to his house, a number that a couple of messages later you discovered belonged to Kimi, and you decided to accept his invitation, since at that moment you had nothing to lose, and if it went wrong at least you would have the anecdote.

But after many meetings and many messages shared even late at night when you should be sleeping, you decided to make your relationship official.

And now, 10 years and many experiences later, you were at the biggest karting track in Switzerland waiting for your eldest son, whom you had just a year after you made your relationship official, to make his karting debut.

Ever since your not-so-little boy was only 3 years old, it was clear to him that he wanted to be like daddy and become a professional racing driver when he grew up. So Kimi wasted no time, and when he was only 4 years old he gave him his first kart, which he had outgrown, but which you still kept in your house as a souvenir.

You were in one of the parenting zones waiting for your little one's race to start, when your now-husband's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

-Calm down, honey, he's well trained, nothing will happen to him.-

-I am calm-

-Your grip on my arm doesn't prove the same thing," he said mockingly.-

When he uttered those words you turned your gaze to where he had mentioned, realising that you were gripping his arm with much more force than normal, as your knuckles were completely white from the force you had been exerting.

-Sorry,- you said, removing your hand from his arm with flushed cheeks. -

-I don't want you to apologise for being excited about your son,- he said, putting his arm around your shoulders and then intertwining your hands, placing a kiss on yours,-Although it doesn't seem like it, I understand you, and I even think I'm more nervous than you are.-

You were about to answer him, when the sound of the engines starting up made you turn your gaze towards the track, or rather towards a certain kart bearing the number 91.

The qualifying laps had started with your son in ninth position, but as the laps progressed he was overtaking his rivals as naturally as if it was something he did every day. He had certainly inherited his father's natural talent, both on and off the track.

The qualifying laps were over, and the race was about to start with your son in fourth position, and although he wasn't in the best position, he had a good chance of making it onto the podium, and you knew that if he worked hard, with his talent and dedication, he could do it.

The race started with your son moving up a position at the start corner, bringing a couple of tears to your eyes at his determination.

The race went on for most of the time with the first three positions the same, when in one corner the boy in front of your son made a mistake, which your son took advantage of to move into second place, a position in which he finished the race.

You wiped away the tears that had sprung to your eyes with the back of your hand as you watched your little one step onto the podium and receive his trophy.

-We are proud of you,- you said, hugging your son as he came back to you.

-Your mother is right, we are proud of you little boy. And we always will be no matter what you decide to do when you're older,- said your husband, joining you in your embrace.

-we love you little one-

-I love you too isät-

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marclvsf1 · 14 days

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I want the occasion to be repeated I want you to repeat your movements...

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marclvsf1 · 16 days

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TWO IN A PLAN SERIES

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rbr seb x jenson gf!reader x jenson ⋆ fake dating, unwanted pregnancy

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 14TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

Y/N Y/L/N and Jenson Button had been dating for less than a year, and since then, they couldn't have been happier. Since her first appearance in the paddock, Y/N not only became Formula 1's favorite wag but also the confidante of most drivers, especially Sebastian. Naturally, this only reassured Jenson that she was the one he wanted to build a life with, even though they had established clear rules, one of them being unbreakable: no matter how much they desired it or wanted it, they couldn't have children, at least not for the moment.

So, when Y/N discovered she was pregnant, it wasn't the best news. She knew she had to keep it hidden from everyone, especially her boyfriend, no matter what, until she figured out what to do.

Except from Sebastian. He could help her make a decision… or, at least, help her keep the secret from Jenson.

Sebastian Vettel thought that Brooklyn Jones would be the love of his life, especially considering the long list of romantic disappointments he had experienced in recent years since ending his relationship with Hanna. The American model seemed more than happy to share her life with the three-time Formula 1 world champion or, at least, that's what Y/N and other drivers often told him every time they saw them together in the paddock.

So, when the girl broke up with him over an unexpected phone call just a couple of days before the dinner he had arranged for her to meet his parents, he knew that the world had just collapsed on him with another failed relationship. No one, under any circumstances, should know that, once again, he had been stood up.

Except Y/N. She could help him pretend to be his girlfriend… at least in front of his parents, for a couple of days, until he figured out what to do.

Will Jenson's girlfriend and RedBull's golden boy be able to help each other keep their secrets, or will their mutual plan end up being a disaster they might not regret as much as they should?

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marclvsf1 · 16 days

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YOU ARE PERFECT AS YOU ARE // Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian vettel x plus-Size!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for over two weeks, so I think it's about time I uploaded it. By the way, English is not my first language so I accept constructive criticism and I apologize if there are any spelling errors.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety attack and abandonment. Read at your own risk

Since you and Sebastian decided to make your relationship public both in the media and in the networks, you knew perfectly well that you would receive messages of support and love, and also that you would receive messages from people who would not agree with you or your relationship, and even messages of hate. But this last type of messages had been more present and had been many more than you could have ever imagined. You couldn't believe how a person could be so evil as to constantly send hate messages and even death threats towards a person you had only seen through a screen, just for the simple fact of not having a socially normative body and dating a superstar whom thousands of people considered their idol and their example to follow.

Of course you had also received messages of love and positive messages, but although these were much more numerous than the messages of hate, the human mind tends to always stay with the negative side of things, and you were not going to be the exception, so the messages of hate made much more noise in your mind than the messages of love and support.

And there you were again. Crying in the bathroom of your room with the door closed and your back against it so that no one could enter. Even though Sebastian was away at the moment because of the races, you didn't want any of your children to see you in such a deplorable state if they woke up for any reason. Who would want to be seen in the middle of an anxiety attack, probably with the make-up you hadn't bothered to remove, looking at the hate messages sent to you by your husband's so-called fans? The answer is no one, and anyone who says otherwise really is a big liar.

After what seemed to you like hours lying on the floor of your bathroom reading and re-reading all the hate messages they were sending you, you struggled to get up and put your cell phone away before approaching the sink to find one of the worst reflections the mirror had given you in many years. Your makeup was smeared all over your face as you had expected, but your eyes were red and incredibly puffy, which gave away that you had indeed been crying for at least two hours, and you would even dare to say that you had been crying for longer.

With the little strength you had at that moment, you opened the faucet and began to wash your face trying to remove as much makeup as possible, you didn't even care if you had some remains or not.

Once you finished, you went to your bed, which at that moment was cold and lonely due to the lack of both your husband's and your own body.

You would be lying if you said you had had a nice, restful sleep, you doubted if you had been able to sleep for at least thirty minutes. But at least spending the whole night tossing and turning in the cold and lonely bed had helped you to clear your mind and your ideas. It was clear to you, that very afternoon you would leave the house, Seb deserved much more than what you could give him. Your heart really didn't want to do that, but your mind was clouded by all the bad comments you had been receiving lately.

So once the three children woke up and you gave them breakfast, you took them to Kimi and Minttu's house, which was only a couple of minutes drive from yours. Which they didn't find strange, since whenever either of you had things to do and had no one to leave the kids with, you took them to each other's house so they could spend time together.

When you arrived home after having been driving all the way home with tears in your eyes which left you with hardly any vision, you climbed the stairs to your room as fast as you could, and started to pack the small suitcase that you would take to your mother's house, not that you had much time before Sebastian arrived home, so once you had it ready, you took a sheet of paper and a pen from his office and started to write the most difficult letter you had ever written:

Dear sebsatian. I never thought that someday I would write this letter, and you don't know how it hurts me to do it. I am writing you this letter with tears in my eyes to thank you for all the moments we have spent together. We met in high school, and although I always deny it when we fought, I fell in love with you from the first moment we met, but I never thought we would get to where we are today: married and with three beautiful children. I still remember the day I told you I was pregnant for the first time, your eyes full of illusion when I showed you the test I had done days before, and you confirmed that it really wasn't any of my jokes and that I was pregnant for real. I remember how your arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to you before hugging me with all your strength as if I was your greatest treasure and would disappear the moment you let go, before filling my face with kisses while our laughter echoed throughout the room. And your reaction was no less when I told you the next two times. And I promise you that you are the best father I could have ever chosen for my children. But I am not the best mother or the best wife you could ever have. That is why I am writing this letter right now. I am leaving, but don't think that you have done anything wrong or that I am leaving because of you. I'm leaving because I can't go on in this situation, pretending that everything is fine, that nothing is wrong with me in front of the kids, I can't go on pretending that all those comments don't really affect me, I can't go on pretending that they are not over afect me.

I can't stay in this house anymore, drowning between four walls. I don't know how long I'll be gone, maybe just a couple of days, weeks, months.... I really don't know, I just want to heal my heart and mind. So, please don't look for me. If the kids ask for me tell them I love them and that I am on a work trip. I know you will be fine without me, because as I have said before, you are the best father I could have ever imagined for my children. I love you. Don't ever forget that P.S. The kids are at Kimi's house.

Once you finished writing the letter with tears streaming down your face thankful that you hadn't worn any makeup that day, you wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. You took off the ring that had been adorning your left hand since you got married, and left it on the letter, feeling that you were also leaving a part of yourself, and walked out of the house, meeting the cab you had ordered earlier for the airport.

When Sebastian arrived home, he expected to be greeted with screams, hugs, laughter and the occasional stolen kiss as your children tried to get his attention so he could play with them as he was used to every time he returned from a Grand Prix. But when instead of screams and laughter he was greeted by silence, something inside him knew at that moment that something was wrong. But the last thing he expected was to find your wedding ring on top of a letter . When he finished reading this one, he dropped it on the floor along with the ring, feeling anger and helplessness take over his body at breakneck speed. I was not angry with you, I could never be angry with you, and even less so when you were not at all to blame. He was angry at all those people who had been sending you the messages that had led you to make that decision. But he was also angry at himself for having been so blind as not to realize what was happening in front of his eyes and how it was affecting you.

The first two weeks he accepted your request not to look for you or call you, but he was getting more and more desperate for not receiving even a simple confirmation that nothing had happened to you and that you were fine. And the children didn't help either, every day they asked him when you were coming back, to which he answered that you were on a trip and that you would come back soon, which only seemed to help them until bedtime when they cried because they wanted you to take them to bed and tell them a bedtime story.

Sebastian hadn't spent any decent nights since you left. The bed felt cold and lonely without you. He wondered if that's how you felt every time he went to a grand prix.

But you'd be lying if you said you had. You had spent each and every night crying in your childhood bed missing your family, while ignoring each and every call Sebastian had made to you, while staring at the screen wondering whether to answer him or not.

(...)

It had been three months since Sebastian had come across your letter and wedding ring after returning from a grand prix, and since then he hadn't heard from you. Little by little he was beginning to lose hope that you would come home, although a part of him would really feel that you would come home when he least expected it and keep your word . Right now he was in one of your favorite bookstores in Heppenheim while the children were at home with their parents. He would really love for you to be

with him at that time and explore together all the memories you had together in that place.

He was absorbed looking at the books of his favorite section, when a voice coming from the other side of the shelf, made him come out of his thoughts. But it was not just any voice, it was a voice that he would be able to recognize blindly in a room where everyone is talking, a voice that had accompanied and guided him in his worst moments and that had never left him before, it was your voice.

At that moment Sebastian did not know how to react, he had been three months without any news about you, and now you were in the same establishment where you had met years ago, but this time in a completely different situation.

A part of him wanted to go to where he knew you were and hug you and never let you go again. But the other part of him was telling him that he should continue to respect his decision and wait for you to come looking for him.

Without knowing how, his legs had automatically moved to where you were, as if a thread was pulling your bodies together so that they would always be united.

And there you were, standing in front of each other, staring into each other's eyes but neither of you daring to say anything for fear of breaking the bubble you had created between you and of which no one else seemed to be aware.

-Not yet, but soon- you said, daring to be the first to break the silence.

-Do you promise?- Sebastian asked, raising his hand to your face as if to caress your cheek but quickly withdrawing it along the way before making contact with you.

-I promise,-you said, giving him a slight smile.

-Okay... I... miss you, but I'm glad to have seen you at least for a moment,- he said, looking down at the ground.

-I miss you too Seb, much more than you can imagine, you and the children. But I promise you that when you least expect it I'll be back with you,-you said, daring to stroke the slight stubble that I seemed to have been neglecting lately.

-The kids are with my parents, but I still don't want to leave them alone for too long. Take care of yourself, ok? I love you,- he said before looking you in the eyes for the last time and heading to the door he had entered just a few minutes ago.

-Take care of yourself too, Seb... I love you,- you said the last part in a whisper when he was too far away to hear it.

You let out a sigh and went back to your work to try to get rid of your thoughts, being away from your family was being harder than you could have ever imagined.

[...]

Two weeks after your last meeting, Sebastian had returned home after dropping the kids off at Kimi's house, as he would soon have to leave in order to practice with the new Aston Martin. But what he certainly didn't expect was to be greeted by the melody of your favorite song and the smell of his favorite dinner coming from the kitchen. With his heart racing he approached the place and what he saw couldn't have made him happier. You were there, you were back, but you were back with a much brighter aura than the one you had when you left, and that alone made all those months apart worth it for Sebastian.

-You're back,- he said from the kitchen door, startling you by his sudden appearance.

-I thought you would come back later, dinner is not ready yet, you can sit in the living room if you want.-

-Who cares about dinner, you're back,- he said, throwing himself into your arms, making you almost lose your balance, before joining your lips in a kiss full of feelings.

-I'm back,- you replied with a smile once you parted, -I promised you, didn't I? I always keep my word.-

-I can't wait to see the children's reaction.-

-I haven't missed them either, I've missed them so much.-

-so why wait. Let's call Kimi and order something for dinner. I'm sure the kids would love to have a movie night with their mother even if it's not Friday.-

-All right,- you said, putting out the fire, -but only because I feel like it too.-

-by the way , Seb... -

-Yes?-

-I love you-

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marclvsf1 · 1 month

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this is my limit. losing to saarbrücken. fine. we've been weird in the pokal lately. losing to leverkusen. ok. they are really good this year. but losing to dortmund at home? i need tuchel to leave my club TOMORROW

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So … this happened.

The Formula 1 community — and sports fandom as a whole — needs to have a serious conversation about the dangerous commodification and objectification of athletes.

And I know, I write fanfiction — what right do I have talking about any of this? But there is a reason why the cardinal rule of fanfiction is to keep it far removed from those featured in it. Because those of us who create and consume it know about the importance of boundaries.

Boundaries … that are repeatedly being crossed by so-called fans who choose to forget that Formula 1 drivers and all athletes are human beings while sickeningly violating their privacy and encroaching on their safety in real life.

Things need to change.

This is an issue of morality, dignity, and security. It cannot continue.

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A WHOLE LIFE // SEBASTIAN VETTEL

(English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes)

(There will probably be more parts to this story)

You had met Sebastian when you were both still in high school, from the first moment you met thanks to a get together with some friends in common, something inside you knew that you were destined to be together, but you didn't tell him at that moment, you didn't want to sound like a freak, but what you didn't know is that he had also felt that connection inside him, and that since then there wasn't a moment when you were not in his thoughts.

You went more than two months without speaking to each other, both out of embarrassment, but still, you spent your days thinking about each other and giving each other sly glances whenever you met in the hallways. Or well, what you thought were disguised, since you both noticed when the other looked at you, even so, neither of you dared to take the first step yet.

At least not until the last day of school before the long-awaited summer vacation. You were talking with your friends by the front door, when a more than shy Sebastian approached where you were, or rather where you were, with a smile on his face which you reciprocated.

-Hello," he said once he was already in front of you.

-Hello- you mumbled in response, feeling the embarrassment come over you-

-I… humm… I was wondering if you could… pass me your number" he mumbled so low that you doubted if you had heard him correctly.

-What? you asked to make sure that you weren't getting your hopes up in vain, and that really that blond boy who had caught your attention since the first time you saw him, and who at that moment was in front of you, was asking for your number, to you, an ordinary girl, not that you had low self-esteem, but neither did he think you were prettier or better than the rest of the girls in the school, while the whole school was aware that Sebastian was one of the most attractive guys you could find there, and that thanks to his talent, his career as a professional pilot, his career was about to take off.

-If you could pass me your number," he repeated this time louder, but still with some embarrassment adorning his voice.

You did, of course you did, you'd be foolish to waste an opportunity like that, but of course you did it without hope that he would actually write you, or at least consider doing so. You still weren't capable of thinking that someone like him could notice someone like you.

But despite all the predictions you yourself had made, that same night you received a message from a number you had not registered, and when he confirmed it was him, for the first time you felt the butterflies in your stomach that you had been hearing about all your life, and that until then you didn't believe were real. You didn't believe that someone could make you feel so many things with just a simple message that before you might have considered insignificant, like a good night message, or a good morning message without reading it.

You spent days, weeks, months… and even almost a year talking by text or call practically day and night. And although your meetings were less and less frequent due to Sebastian's demanding and tight schedule, he always found a way to send you a message to make sure you were okay, or he looked for a moment to call you even if it was only for five minutes.

You were both aware of your feelings for each other, but it wasn't until July 4, 2006 at Signal Iduna Park, in the World Cup semi-final match between Italy and Germany, that you both decided to confess your feelings to each other, albeit involuntarily. When Germany managed to score the last goal of the match, and the one that assured you the pass to the final and while you were hugging each other, without knowing how, why, or who of the two had made the move, that from one moment to another your lips were united. But what you did know, was that at that moment nothing existed but the two of you, and that you were both clinging to each other wishing that moment would never end. Unfortunately it did, though, as you both needed to regain the oxygen you had been holding on to.

You had spent the whole trip back to the hotel in silence while both of you were lost in your thoughts, while one of your fingers were intertwined with each other, and although you both realized that, neither of you did anything to break that contact, no matter how small it was.

You were about to enter your hotel room after having said goodbye to Sebastian, when a tug on your arm made you turn quickly, and before you could realize it, those lips which you had only tasted once, but which you could recognize among many others, rested on yours in a soft kiss full of feelings.

And so you ended up, confessing to each other the feelings you both had been repressing for so long in the middle of a hotel hallway. And although it wasn't what most people would categorize as romantic, for you it was certainly a unique and special moment. And unknowingly you both went to bed with a smile on your face, and thinking about what your life would be like in the future, where you would live, how many children you would have….

A year later, Sebastian finally made the long awaited jump to Formula 1, and when he asked you to accompany him to a Grand Prix, you didn't hesitate to do it. You knew how important that moment was for him, and the fact that you accompanied him made it even more special.

Although you decided to watch it from his drivers' lounge. You had never liked to draw too much attention to yourself, and that wasn't going to change at that moment when it should be all about him. Maybe he didn't finish with the best possible result, but it was his first race, plus you said he had everything he needed to achieve everything he set out to do in the future, and you weren't lying, as time ended up proving you right.

Since then you had gone to a few more Grand Prix, because you always thought that the attention should be directed to the drivers, and not to their wives or girlfriends. And Sebastian understood that, as he had always argued that a banker didn't take his wife to work.

Three years later you ended up moving into the house in Switzerland that he himself had bought years earlier.

That same year he ended up winning his first world title, while becoming the youngest ever to do so, and you ended the day celebrating the triumphs in his room in a more intimate way, although that's a different story.

That same thing happened again for the next three years, but at some point in 2013 your celebrations got out of hand.

You distinctly remember the moment you found out you were pregnant. It's not like you and Sebastian had never talked about having kids before, but at that moment, but at that moment you couldn't help but be in shock. You had been finding yourself tired, hungry and morning sickness or some smells you used to love for days.

You took advantage of a day when Sebastian had gone for an early run to head to one of the nearby pharmacies and buy a pregnancy test, before returning home as quickly as possible and locking yourself in the bathroom of your room waiting for the test result. As you watched the two lines appear on it, a variety of different feelings invaded your body. On the one hand, you were happy to hold inside you the result of the love between you and Sebastian, but on the other hand, even though you knew that he could never do anything to you, you were afraid of your reaction. At that moment he was at the peak of his career, and he didn't want you to be the one to bring him down with a baby that neither of you had planned.

You pushed all the negative thoughts from your mind as the unruly tears that had escaped your eyes with the back of your hand, and headed back to your room so you could think about the best way to break the news to him.

Contrary to all of the negative thoughts that had been rattling around in your head for the last few since you found out you were pregnant, her reaction was everything you could have ever wished for, tears had started to involuntarily invade her eyes after you handed her the test you had taken days before, along with a little redbull racing suit, before he pounced on you before you joined your lips in one of the most passionate and soulful kisses you could remember in a long time since you had been together, and once you parted he spun around as he repeated over and over again that you had just made him the happiest man in the world.

And his words were not in vain, for he spent the next few months reading every possible book on parenting, and every time you both went to bed after a long day, he would tell you everything he had learned about babies that day. In addition, whenever you were alone or he was sure that no one was watching you, he would place your hand on your increasingly swollen abdomen, according to him, so that the baby would feel him and be able to recognize him once he was born.

The last three months of your pregnancy had gone by faster and had been more stressful than you could have ever imagined. Although you appreciated that they had been during the winter vacations.

Once you reached six months pregnant and found out you were expecting a baby girl, Sebastian couldn't have been more excited.

After the end of the 2013 season he took the first available flight to Switzerland, and ended up arriving home in the wee hours of the morning, while you were already sleeping peacefully in your bed, and he did not hesitate to join you, and you were not going to lie, waking up cuddled up to his body even when you were not expecting it, was one of the best feelings you could experience.

After a couple of days of rest in which you had practically not left the bed at your request, the good times were over, as Sebastian decided it was the right time to assemble all the furniture for the baby's room, something he had been postponing every time you asked him to do it.

By mid-January, to your relief or misfortune, your daughter had decided it was time to be born, and what better time to do it than to have your water break at 4:15 in the morning. You woke up feeling a warm liquid sliding between your legs, at first you thought it was the liquid you had been having such a hard time keeping in your bladder lately, but a few moments later you realized that it really wasn't, and that your daughter was ready to meet the outside world. You woke up Sebastian feeling how panic began to take over your emotions, and although at first he did not seem to want to wake up because it was too early, once you told him that his daughter was about to be born, sleep seemed to disappear from his body all at once, and it took him less than ten seconds to take you to the car with the bag you had prepared for when the time came.

After several hours of effort, pain and suffering while you were saying all kinds of insults to Sebastian, while squeezing his hand so hard that you could break it, Irma Vettel finally arrived in the world on January 12, 2014 at 9:45 in the morning. Even though you felt like you hadn't slept for weeks, you couldn't help but feel unconditional love for your daughter the first time you held her in your arms after she was cleaned. And just when you thought you couldn't feel any more love, the sight of your little creation in Sebastian's arms while he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen made you realize you were wrong.

A year and a half later the same procedure was repeated, but this time it was your second daughter, Elba, who decided to make herself known to the outside world on October 27, 2015. But it is said that all good things come to an end, and you were not going to be an exception. After having spent his golden years at RedBull, Sebastian decided to move to Ferrari, the team he had dreamed of since he was a child, and of course you supported him in his change. But not all dreams end up being as we imagine them in our heads. After a couple of good years in the team with your friend Kimi, he was replaced by the young Alfa Romeo driver, Charles Leclerc, whom the Italians had already nicknamed "il predestinato". And although at the beginning you had not had any problems and you had both welcomed him practically as your own son, the team ended up giving the ball to the side of the new driver, offering him all kinds of advantages over Sebastian, and although he pretended that the combined favoritism With the poor results he had obtained during the last races it did not affect him and he always appeared with a smile in the paddock, during all the years you had been together you had learned to read him, and you knew perfectly well that it affected him much more than he wanted to admit. , and seeing how the shine that so characterized his eyes faded little by little only confirmed it to you. You ended up with Sebastian leaning on your body on the bed while he cried and clung to your body like he was a little child because he couldn't feel good enough to be in a Ferrari, and at that moment all you wanted was to cum. with all the people who were making him feel insufficient due to a couple of bad results, but he knew that violence would not get you anywhere, so you dedicated yourself to comforting him and convincing him that he was more than enough and that all those people were the only thing that What they wanted was to hurt him, while a part of you broke seeing him like that.

But just as the good comes to an end, the bad also comes to an end, and in 2019, after 13 years together, you decided to get married in a small and private wedding where only your closest family members and most intimate friends attended within five months. Then your third child will arrive in the world, this time a boy whom you decided to call Ibar. The following year Sebastian decided to change teams again, this time to Aston Martin, a place where you could tell they really loved him and which made his eyes regain the shine that you had missed so much during your stay at Ferrari. You both enjoyed it during that stage, until 2 years later he announced that he would retire from the sport that had accompanied him for so many years, since his goal was to spend more time with his family and be able to see his children grow and help them when they asked him to. or they really needed it. And although you had told him that it was not necessary for him to retire if he really did not want to do so, the final decision was his, and deep down you were also happy with the fact that he was going to spend more time both with your children and with you, while he looked for other hobbies to entertain yourself. You could finally live as a normal family as far as possible.

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