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Unplanned - part two

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: part one here; George bonding with his son + the little bonus at the end

Warnings: none, maybe some curse words

Word count: 2,1k

A/N: Had this in my mind after I posted the first part, but this morning I decided to give into my imagination and I got carried away. Cried when writing the beginning. I'm not a pro in skiing, actually I can't do that, so I'm sorry if the description of that is shit. I tried my best for the plot. :D Enjoy!

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“Mom! The mail is here!” Will shouted from the entrance of the door of your apartment, you sighed, walking from the kitchen, where you were preparing the cake.

There stood a man with a huge bouquet of flowers, a box and an envelope. You signed the papers for the courier and got the things in your hands. Will followed you to the kitchen, his face frowned in confusion.

While you ran your gaze through the letter in the envelope, you smiled.

“Is it from dad? Did he remember my birthday?” Will sounded so hopeful, he still held on that idea of his father not forgetting about him.

After that day at the karting circuit, you told George that you decide when he’s getting to know Will. And you took your time. But George didn’t want to miss another birthday of his son.

Turning around to face Will, you took in a sharp breath.

“Will, sweetheart… you know, that mommy always wanted the best for you, right?” You got on your knees to get on his level to look him in his eyes. He just took in your little distress, since he was the only man in the house, he always tried to comfort you even though he was now only seven years old.

“I know, mom. You’re the best mom in the world.” He smiled, and hell, he so much resembled the smile of George’s.

With a nod, you reached for the box on the counter, giving it to him.

“Open it. It’s from your father.” You looked into his eyes, trying to catch all his emotions. Will’s eyes got wide with excitement as he carefully opened the box. There was a small racing helmet, perfectly crafted for Will to wear, with some special engravings and design, and a small logo of Mercedes on the side. He gasped in shock, looking at it, his small fingers tracing along its sides like it was the rarest treasure in the world.

“Mom-“

“There’s a note, look at it.” You encouraged him, holding your own emotions at bay.

William took a note, reading it loudly.

William, you deserve the best. The next season you’ll be racing under the Mercedes junior academy. Also, you need a new helmet. I hope you like it. Love, dad

He looked at the note and turned it around, there was a number 63 on it. Gasping more, he looked at you, his eyes wide, because he was a very smart boy, he figured it out.

“It’s a gift from George Russell, mom. He’s- is he-“

You took him in your arms, embracing him tightly to contain his overwhelming emotions. He still clutched the helmet, but he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, the thing he was doing all those years, when he was seeking comfort.

“Mommy-“ he choked on his tears, sobbing softly into your shirt.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it out.” You whispered, your own tears running down your cheeks.

After a while he pulled away from you, wiping his tears, looking at you. You tried to read his expression, your heart clenching at the sight of his puffy eyes.

“Are you upset that I haven’t told you?”

He shook his head, looking at the helmet again.

“This is the best birthday gift ever. I knew that my dad would never forget about me. And he’s George Russell. Hell, mom, the boys will be soooo jealous!”

William grinned, having that proud gleam in his eyes, while you bursted into soft laughter.

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The doorbell echoed through the apartment again, this time it was you, who rushed to the door. Opening it, there he was. George. All smiles, wearing his best clothes, like a gentleman, not that teenage boy you remember.

"Oh, you're here on time."

"Like I said I will be."

He was nervous, it was apparent, but you only smiled a little amused, gesturing for him to get inside.

William was in the living room, playing with some toys, when he looked up and saw you along with George, walking into the space. His small hands dropped the car toy, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes going wide.

"Hey, buddy." George said breathlessly, his nerves getting the best out of him, his palms sweating.

William started to walk towards him, George getting down on his knee, to be on his level only for Will wrapping his small arms around his neck with a giggle.

"Hello, daddy." he whispered, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

You just watched it from behind, your eyes glistening with tears. This was something you imagined for those years.

Will pulled George to his room, where he showed him all his toys and karting trophies, his helmets, etc.

Then you all sat in the living room, eating cake you baked earlier that day.

"It's delicious. I didn't know you could bake." George took another bite with a satisfied smile.

"It was one of things I needed to learn, when Will came to the spotlight." you chuckled, looking at Will, who was chewing his bite and also preoccupied with his new car toy.

———

That's how George became part of your life again. Spending as much free time with Will as possible, taking him also to his own races around the world. Even though you insisted on not getting to the public, George was making sure that Will is not exposed that much.

While you were living your life, meetings with George was inevitable, sometimes even with his longtime girlfriend. He met her a while after you practically vanished from his life back then. She was good to Will, he also was fond of her, but that feeling that her boyfriend already has a kid was creating a tension between them.

As William got older, now being a moody teenager, George was around much more often than before.

And that's how you ended up agreeing to spend some time at the mountains with them both.

You weren't much of a skiing type, you actually hated that, but seeing that pleading eyes of Will's, you just said yes.

"Mom! Come on, it's gonna be fun!" Will pouted, already wearing his winter clothes. George was sitting nearby, watching you two.

You let out a frustrated sigh, putting the winter jacket on.

"You're insufferable, William. You know how I hate skiing."

"And you know how I love it."

It was true, when he was at high school, George took him secretly on this skiing trip along with his boss Toto Wolff, and ever since, Will couldn't stop ranting about his new hobby.

When you got to the skiing centre, you took a sharp breath, trying your best to tighten the bindings of your ski.

"Let me help you." George was on his knees immediately, helping you, and it was exactly what you needed. You didn't see the smug smile William had on his face, while he was already on his way up the mountain through the cableway.

"See you up there!"

You looked up to see that your son left you alone with his father.

"Guess he doesn't need us that much anymore." George shook his head in disbelief, smiling softly, getting up to get onto his ski.

"George, don't leave me alone while I'm tied to this stupid thing." you let out a desperate sigh, pointing to the ski.

He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't hurt yourself."

As you got to the cableway, there was a nagging question you wanted to ask him from the beginning of this trip.

"What is your girlfriend thinking about you spending this much time with me? Yeah, I'm in that strange package with your son, but still."

George sighed a little, shifting in his seat, when he looked at the sun, which was shining over the slopes.

"Well, long story short, she couldn't deal with me being a father anymore, so we broke up."

You hated yourself for asking, it was such an intimate topic and you were nosy.

"I'm sorry, George. I, uh, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay, I don't have a problem talking about it, even with you. Really." he said, while you arrived at the top of the mountain, he got from the seat of the cableway, holding a hand for you to help you get off.

George tried to explain to you, what is the best way to get into skiing. You just nodded, your face frowned in worry, because you really didn't trust yourself to make it happen without an injury.

You tried your best, pushing yourself down the slopes slowly, while George was carefully following you. Suddenly, you started to go down a little bit faster, your mind panicking, completely forgetting about anything George said to you earlier. He noticed and tried to call after you.

"Buckle your knees! Put your tiptoes together!"

You only managed to scream in panic. "Fucking help me, George!"

Without hesitation, he got on his way, sliding down, catching onto your speed, getting in front of you so you'd crash into him. You did and it knocked you two off to the ground, George holding you tightly, to make sure you're alright.

You opened your eyes carefully, seeing his face close to yours, his eyes observing you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, thank you."

It felt comfortable being held by him, his muscular arms wrapped around you, a distant memory of being like this sneaking into your brain.

"You're not shaving your face every day anymore?" your gloved hand ran over his cheek with a chuckle.

"Nah, it gives me older vibes." he let out a soft laugh, shivering a little under your touch he deeply missed.

"You're also wearing the same cologne."

"It's the one you gave me for my twentieth birthday."

His blue eyes were now looking into yours with intensity, your breaths mingling together, tension from the past years palpable between you.

"We should.. we should get up from the snow, George." you whispered, not really wanting that.

"We should.. but I want something else."

In a moment, his lips were on yours, sealing them in soft but yearning kiss. It was something you missed, you craved and ached for. Only he could make you melt completely.

"I missed you, George." you managed to whisper between the kisses, breathless.

"Tell me about missing. I'm not gonna let you go again." he parted from you for a moment, to take in your blushing face.

Then somebody just stopped beside them, clearing their throat. It was Will, his smug smile on again.

"It took you long enough to finally fall onto each other. I thought that I'd go crazy."

You turned to look at him, George still holding you tight.

"What?"

"I was trying so hard to set you up for a long time."

"William Russell! You-"

Will just laughed, going down the slopes again, leaving you cursing in anger, while George was laughing hard.

———

Little bonus

Getting married in the middle of the racing season was definitely crazy. But you and George were used to do crazy things, especially after you got back together after that skiing trip.

William turned eighteen, when he started his Formula one season getting the seat in Mercedes team after his father's retirement.

You were watching the final race of the season at Abu Dhabi, sitting in the garage, George beside you. Holding his hand tightly, you held him glued to his seat, because he had tendencies to wander around and talk with teammates of his son, to make sure that everything was smooth.

William needed to get a few points from this race to win a championship. George was already sitting on the edge of his seat, squeezing your hand hard, while you both watched how your son made it through the finish line, finishing second and securing his first championship for himself. You couldn't even contain your happiness, screaming in unison with your husband, both of you on the verge of crying.

Standing under the podium, watching Will proudly, him being absolutely out of himself with joy and happiness, sending you a kiss, George had his hand over your shoulders, keeping you close to his side. While they played the British national anthem, you shoved your hand to your purse, getting something small out, leaning to whisper into George's ear.

"I have a surprise for you."

George still held his wide smile, his eyes welled with tears, when he turned his head to look at the object laying in your hand. It was a positive pregnancy test.

Placing his hand over yours with the test, he kissed your temple, taking in the sweet scent of your skin, whispering into your ear with excitement in his voice.

"God, I love you so much, darling."

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Please don’t use my writings without permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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