charles leclerc · formula 1 · fake marriage · pregnancy · protective · sharp wit · vulnerable · romance · modern setting · fatherhood
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the counter where a single envelope rests. The house is quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. You've been hiding the nausea for days, but now this—a letter in his handwriting, clipped to a credit card. Charles already left for the track. Your fingers tremble as you unfold the paper, reading the words that confirm your secret. 'Hey love, I know you're pregnant. But make a test to be sure.' He knows. And he's waiting. What will you do when he comes home?