Formula 1 one shots

Champion - Mick Schumacher

Requested by: patylovesf1. I hope you like it!

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He did it. Your boyfriend, Mick Schumacher, won the F2 championship. You were so proud of him. It was a close call between the top 4, they could all win, but Mick did. He brought the big trophy home. Because of the whole pandemic that was going on, you couldn't be with him to celebrate. You had to wait until he got home.

Today was finally the day that he was coming home and you were so excited. You had cleaned the apartment twice, just because you couldn't sit still. Now you were waiting for him to come home. Mick texted that he was on his way, so it would be minutes before he got there.

Finally, you heard the door open. Mick walked in with a big smile on his face.

'You're here,' you said as you jumped up from the couch and ran over to Mick. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Mick let his suitcase fall to the ground as he kissed.

'Hi, I missed you,' you said as you pulled back from the kiss.

'I missed you too. How has everything been here?' He asked.

'No, I want to hear your stories first. They're way more excited than mine. I cleaned the apartment twice and stayed home all day, so nothing to tell. How was your flight? How was the ceremony? How did it feel to win? Ho-.'

'Alright I get it,' Mick laughed. You both sat down on the couch as Mick began to yell you about how he won, how he cried when he won, how it was to say goodbye to his team and everything else that happened after the race.

'It sucked that you couldn't be there and my family, but I'm glad to be home and not have COVID test every few days,' Mick sighed.

'Yeah, I wish I could've been there, but you're going to F1, there will be more trophies. I'm sure of it. Maybe even an F1 championship.'

Mick laughed. 'I hope so. Lewis will be tough to beat, and there are Max and Valtteri - there are many guys who are better and faster than me. Maybe in the future, but we'll have to see how it goes.'

'When the time is right, you will be an F1 champion. I will bet on it if I have to. Lewis wasn't a champion at first, neither were all the other guys who have ever been a champion. They all started somewhere. You just gotta do the best you can.'

'I will, but for now, I'm having a break. I'm going to lay in bed for the next month and do nothing at all,' Mick said and leaned against the back of the couch.

'That sounds like the best idea ever. Should we start now or after dinner?'

'Are we cooking or ordering in?'

'I thought we should order in. I was planning to make our own pizzas, but I'm in no mood to get up from this couch,' you said and cuddled more against Mick.

'Me neither. Ordering in it is.'

'And we're allowed too. It's a celebration dinner. Well, sort of.'

You ordered some food, and for the rest of the night, the two of you talked about the past week and then watched a movie until you both fell asleep.