"My number one?" "Your number one."
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"Seb! Five minutes!" one of them shouted, I couldn't see who it was. But it caused what I had been waiting for all morning.
He stepped into the garage, holding his helmet in his hand, the balaclava stuffed into it. His expression was focused. He was staring at the car, looking at every detail.
Once he made his way towards the car, he turned around to ask something to his engineer and finally spotted me.
Immediately his expression softened, and with two steps he stood in front of me and smiled down at me.
"Hi," I said quietly, intimidated by his towering figure. His laugh made my heart melt, though.
"Hello, Princess," he said, leaning forward and kissing my cheek.
"Are you ready?" he asked when I blushed.
I frowned: "Me? It's your race."
"Yes," he said, leaning back into his upright position, "but it's your number one racing."
My heart was beating like never before.
"My number one?"
"Your number one."
I felt the blush creep up my cheeks and badly stain them red. Seb laughed, grabbing his balaclava and handing me his helmet.
As I held it in my hands I realised how big it actually was. And how heavy. And then I realised that this thing in my hands is ultimately the one thing that keeps my fiancé from dying every race.
I felt the nervosity reach me and decided to look back at him, immediately calming down.
"What is it?" he asked.
I smiled at him: "You're gonna win this race, Seb."
He chuckled, gently grabbing the helmet from my hands and putting it on.
"And how is that?" he asked, positioning his helmet correctly and strapping it shut.
I stood up and looked at him through his open visor: "Because I just know it."
I don't know how but I could see the smile on his face. He put his hands on my cheeks like he wanted to do something the helmet wasn't permitting.
So I grabbed his helmet and pulled it down a bit, pressing a kiss to his forehead just over the visor.
He squeezed my hand one more time before turning around, putting his gloves on and talking to his race engineer.
I went onto the balcony and watched the race from above. And sure enough, as I had foretold, Seb won the race. And the team was unimaginably happy with his results.
When he came back into the garage, I stood there, excitedly waiting for him. His reaction was the same because he ran directly towards me and picked me up, twirling me around in the air.
I laughed as I held on for dear life until he put me down and quickly removed his helmet.
"You're the best anyone could wish for, Y/n," he said.
I smiled: "Anything for my number one."
He chuckled, grabbing my waist and kissing me deeply while the team around us cheered.
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A/n: sorry for the delay, I was watching Lando's livestream yesterday and got carried away🤭
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