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Just drive

warning: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when your water breaks but he doesn't know how to drive to take you to the hospital

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a typical summer day in Madrid, the sun was shining brightly, and the heat seemed to increase by the minute. You, nine months pregnant, were relaxing on the couch with the fan on, trying to ease the discomfort of the final stretch of your pregnancy. Your big belly was proof that Amala was almost here, and you already felt a mix of anxiety and excitement at being so close to meeting your daughter. Jude, attentive to your every move, approached you every few minutes, asking if you needed anything, if you wanted water, if everything was okay. Even with his anxiety and care, he couldn't hide his nervousness about the upcoming birth.

—Honey, I'm fine, stop looking at me like I'm going to explode at any moment!

You laughed, seeing your husband's worried look.

—It's not that, but... what if it explodes? I mean, what if... —He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. —What if your water suddenly breaks?

You laughed more, already used to his exaggerated concerns.

—I'll let you know, don't worry.

But ironically, that's exactly what happened moments later. You felt a strong contraction and then...water running down your legs. Your water had broken.

—Jude...

You called, trying to stay calm as you felt the wave of pain increase.

Jude, who was in the kitchen, dropped the glass of water he was holding when he heard the serious tone in your voice. He ran into the living room and found you with your eyes closed, breathing deeply, trying to deal with the pain.

—Is...is it now?

He asked, his eyes wide.

You nodded, still breathing deeply.

—Yeah. She's coming.

That was enough for Bellingham to panic. He started pacing back and forth, grabbing his cell phone, putting his hands on his head, clearly not knowing what to do.

—Okay, breathe, Jude, breathe! I just need to take you to the hospital, that's all! I just...uh...where are the car keys? I'll drive!

Between contractions, you looked at him and noticed the despair on his face. It was true, he didn't know how to drive. In the rush of moving to Madrid and with the intense routine of games, he had never taken the time to learn. You were the one who always drove, which wasn't a problem... until now.

—Jude... you don't know how to drive...

You said, with a mix of concern and pain.

—But you can't drive like that! Not when you're... with... with Amala coming.

He started gesturing, trying to find a solution.

The pain increased, and you grimaced. Even in the midst of the chaos, you tried to stay calm.

—Babe, I'll guide you... you'll have to... you'll have to try.

With a mix of desperation and determination, he helped you get up and, together, you walked to the car parked in the garage. You, still in pain, sat in the passenger seat, while Jude took the wheel for the first time.

—It's okay, honey. Just… just stay calm.

You said, trying to focus between contractions.

Jude took a deep breath, adjusted the seat and the steering wheel, but his hands were shaking. He started the car and looked at you as if waiting for some confirmation that everything was okay.

—Jude, step on the brake before putting it in gear. That’s it, that’s it… now take it easy, don’t rush, just go.

The car moved slowly through the garage, and you tried to hold back your laughter, mixed with the pain and the surreal situation. With every meter traveled, Bellingham concentrated as if he was about to score a decisive goal.

—Babe, just… go straight. It’s not that hard, just relax…

You said between contractions, trying to stay calm for him.

Jude murmured softly to himself, a kind of mantra to keep from panicking. You finally reached the street, and he accelerated a little more, but with the same excessive caution of someone driving for the first time.

—Jude, can you go a little faster… I… I need to get to the hospital before Ama…

You said, trying to breathe between words.

—Okay, okay....I'm going.

He sped up a little, but any slower car seemed like an insurmountable obstacle to him. It was as if he was facing the biggest match of his life.

Halfway there, a new wave of pain took over you, and in reaction you squeezed your boyfriend’s arm tightly. He looked at you quickly, worried.

—Sweetheart, are you okay? I… I’m driving as fast as I can.

—Jude Victor, focus on the road, please! Just… just get there.

After a few streets, you finally saw the hospital. With one last awkward turn and a somewhat crooked parking lot, Jude managed to stop the car in front of the emergency entrance. He ran out of the car, calling for help, while you tried to keep your breathing under control, already relieved to be there.

Nurses arrived quickly, putting you in a wheelchair and starting to guide you inside. Jude held your hand until the last moment, making it clear how much he was with you, even without knowing how to deal with the situation.

—Sorry, Y/n… I didn't know driving would be so… so complicated!

He said, his voice still shaking.

You smiled, despite the pain.

—Jude, you did a great job. Now… go ahead, come meet our little girl.

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He’s such a cutie omg 😭

Love his smile😍😍

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spot the difference level: impossible

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a fan in the stadium died, that's why the Südkurve has been silent from the third minute onwards. rest in peace ❤️

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WHY are there still fireworks????

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Wait omg

Dayum

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another embarrassing loss

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I really though Kamala had this one…

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I’m so scared and I don’t even live in the US

genuinely feel like throwing up all day today because of 🦅USA’s🦅 elections. funny world we live in.

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"Baby, bitte mach dir nie mehr Sorgen um Geld, gib mir nur deine Hand, ich kauf dir morgen die Welt...[...] Also pack dir deine Zahnbürste ein"

- Cro, echter Schwabe. Geld ist kein Problem, aber die Zahnbürste isch no gued, die wird mitg'nomma, da kauf mr koi neue!

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WAIT WDYM WE FIND OUT WHO WINS THE US ELECTION TMMR

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pookie.

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I often think about how Lewis said he personally called so many drivers in 2020 and personally asked them to kneel for BLM. I think about how he said he personally tried to explain the protest to them and answer all their questions. I think about how he felt when so many of them still declined. I think about how he was fined for wearing shirts for BLM. I think about how F1 stopped him from wearing a shirt that simply said "Justice for Breonna Taylor." because F1 wanted to 'de-politicise' the sport. I think about how when they asked Stefano Domenicali, the CEO of F1, about Lewis' activism, he said F1 is not racist and he does not "Percieve" the racism Lewis is talking about.

I think about how Nelson Piquet, who was fined $1 million for racially abusing Lewis on video was *banned* from the paddock. I think about how he just showed up to the paddock today clearly wearing a paddock pass and hanging out outside of Red Bull, not even hiding inside.

I think how this is all so symptomatic of how rotten to the core F1 is. How Lewis being the most successful driver in the history of the sport did not spare him from this.

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Oh baby 😶😽