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Three Little Ducklings

Pato O’Ward x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions/references of smut, dad!Pato, uncle Felix for the win, Nashville race - that is a warning in itself, mentions of pregnancy and birth (nothing explicit), tooth rotting fluff basically.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: The fact that there is no Pato content is a crime. This has been sitting in my drafts for too long and in honour of the end of indy season, here we are. -- this one’s for my girlies in the ben hate club <333

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September, 2018.

His debut with Harding had been a success. You’ve watched him grow since you two were barely teenagers. Pato was your first love and clearly on his way to being your only love by the looks of it. The two of you grew up together, high school sweethearts at that. You were fortunate enough that Pato took you along with him as he went through his career.

You and his family were his grounding point.

Somehow, the boy had managed to convince your parents to let you come with him across the country as the season went.

You two were all but 19 years old at the time.

Pato had crossed the finish line, your heart beating out your chest and your face hurting from how big you were smiling. Pato had won.

Your Pato had won Indy Lights.

He’s being hoisted up onto the shoulders of the mechanics, the trophy in his hands. You smiled at the sight, snapping a photo. His name being cheered by the crowd, the smile bright on his face.

You let him bask in his moment; he had worked so hard and it was well deserved.

Pato was beyond happy, happy to win, happy to be there, happy to be loved, but especially by you.

His eyes found you off to the side, his gaze fixed on you. His cheeks had a reddish hue from the kiss you just blew him, though he can play that off on the heat.

You had snuck off down the back pathways back to your boyfriend’s motorhome and he noticed. He excused himself for the moment, under the guise of needing to change out of the sweaty clothes but he really was on his way to find you. The team was too busy celebrating, the cheers and drinks being passed around and they had barely even noticed that he was gone.

“Hi you,” his arms wrapped around you, hugging you from behind.

“Hi!” you turned to face him, smothering him with a kiss and Pato can't help but laugh against your lips.

“Someone's excited,” he mumbles, as you push him back to sit on the couch. You’re on his lap, your hands making quick work of the velcro and zipper on his race suit.

He quickly figures out what your plan was.

Pato looks at you, brows raised. “Here?”

“Don’t tell me the champion is turning down some victory sex?”

“Of course I do.” He says, his lips finding yours again.

His hands resting on your ass, your lips on his as you undo the rest of his race suit, you are trying your best to go as fast as you can before someone comes and interrupts the two of you.

“Patooooo!” His press officer shouts, coming through the door.

The man freezes, seeing you both half naked, Pato’s arms around you with you on his lap. “Sorry!” He turns around, “everyone is looking for you,” he tells you two before leaving.

Pato groans, his head pressed to your shoulder. “Do we really have to go?” He asks you.

“Yeah,” you get off his lap, fixing your shorts. Your boyfriend gets up, changing into his t-shirt rather than his fireproof top.

“Go on,” you give him a shove when he comes over to kiss you.

Pato brings you out with him, he tries his best to rush through all the media and press, making small talk and talking about how happy he was and what a big win it was for the team. At some point, he manages to pull himself away from the media duties, the team reconvening and getting in their last championship hurrah before the drivers head out for the night.

The drive back was quiet, Pato’s hand on your thigh the entire ride. Your hand rested over his, fingers slipped between his. You held his hand in the elevator ride up, letting him unlock the room door.

The room was quiet but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, undoing the strap on your sandal but Pato stopped you, undoing it for you.

“I should be taking care of you,” you tell him, watching as his hand slides up your leg. “I mean, you are the champion after all,” you hum, your hands on the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you.

“Does that mean I get a prize?” He pushes you back on the bed, getting on top of you. “Depends, what do you think your prize should be?” You smile at him, kissing him.

“You,” he mumbles against your lips.

The tensions had been high since you two were in his motorhome, both of you practically itching to pull each other’s clothes off. Now you had the chance and you were.

Pato was on a high; he won Indy Lights, he had his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, alone, in a hotel with no one to bother them for the rest of the night.

Heaven on earth.

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A Month & A Half Later - November, 2018.

The test on the counter was staring back at you. “Well?” Pato asked, sticking his head into the bathroom.

You move to sit on the edge of the bathtub, the test in your hand now. Pato sits beside you, his hand resting on yours before you turn it over.

Positive.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Yeah,” you whisper back, unsure how to react.

Pato has a smile on his face, his arm around your shoulder. “I’m happy,” he tells you, looking over at you. “Are you?”

“I’m scared.” You admit to him.

Pato nods, “me too.” His other hand resting on your thigh, “we’ll figure it out.”

The next few weeks were somewhat of a living hell for the two of you.

The plan was never to become parents at the age of 19, it happened and well, neither of you were shying away from the fact that it did. It was safe to say that neither set of parents, yours nor his, were pleased with the fact that you were expecting a baby.

You were about a month along when you found out that you were pregnant, and by time you hit the third month, you started to realize that your bump was a lot bigger than it should be. Out of concern, you went back to the doctor before your scheduled appointment to figure out what was going on.

Imagine your surprise when you found out that you're not having one, nor two, but three babies.

April, 2019.

Pato is the most supportive boyfriend on the planet.

Throughout your entire pregnancy, he was by your side trying to be there for you as much as you can between racing and being home. He was racing part time with Carlin after his deal with Harding fell through.

His birthday was in a few days and you were still very much pregnant with triplets. You two celebrate at home, his parents and sister coming over as well. His parents told you about all the things to expect when you gave the babies and Elba was more excited to meet her niece and nephews than anything else.

Elba and Pato would fight over who gets to feel the baby kick but you remind them that there are 3 babies, which means 6 little feet. More than enough to go around.

Pato’s birthday passed just in time for the babies’ birth.

He was set to leave on Tuesday afternoon for his race but just as he was walking out of the door, your water broke. Pato refused to leave your side.

You insist that he should go to his race, that he can't throw his race over the birth of your children.

He insists that the birth of your children is more important than the race.

Seems like a true if you were at a crossroads, once again.

In the end, Pato won; calling and letting them know that his girlfriend was in labour and that he thinks that he should stay with her. The team is more than happy to go along with his terms, wishing the two of you well and telling him that they will see him for the next race.

Your boyfriend takes you to the hospital, the labour was long and hard. An excruciating, nearly 24 hours later, your babies had made their way into the world.

Two little boys and a girl.

Your first born and first son; Mateo Arlo O’Ward.

Your second son and the middle child; Santiago Alonso O’Ward.

And finally, your baby girl took her sweet time making her appearance, letting her brothers come first; Valentina Elba O’Ward.

The two of you chose to keep the birth of the triplets private from the world for now. Not only because Pato is focussing on his racing career, but because the two of you were 20 years old and now the parents of 3 babies.

It wasn't until their first birthday that you ended up posting a photo of the five of you, sitting in front of three little birthday cakes and three babies covered in frosting.

Nashville - August, 2022.

This weekend was the Nashville race. Pato had been begging you to join him at a race, to let the kids see what daddy does in real life rather than on tv. They were 3 years old now, old enough to understand what was going on and it wouldn’t be so hard to manage them.

The weekend had been good, despite the tremendous amounts of rain that was pouring down on the city. Pato had left you in his motorhome, taking the ducklings along with him to do a walk of the track.

Pato had deemed the kids mis patitos from the day they could walk. It meant my ducklings, the 3 littles ones clung to each other and walked in a line behind each other all the time but especially when they were learning how to walk - mimicking the same behaviour that ducklings do. Plus when Pato is home, the 3 of them follow him step for step, it’s actually so adorable that it makes you think about having one more.

You hadn’t even realized it was raining until you opened the door of the motorhome. It was too late to back out now; between the rain and the wind, your top was already soaked.

You made a run for it, sprinting through the rain until you found your boyfriend under the McLaren tent.

“Babe?” He paused his conversation with someone, turning to face you.

“Hi,” you sigh, wiping the water from your face. Pato takes off his sweater, giving it to you so you can dry your face off. You glance around, the triplets weren't anywhere you could see. “Where are the kids?”

“Oh they’re with Felix, they went for a track walk-” Pato realizes what’s happening. 3 little ones stuck in the rain with Felix. Your brows pull together as you glance back into the rain, there was no one out there except for whoever was under the tents.

Or so you thought.

There’s something orange coming towards the tent, as it comes closer - quite quickly - you realize what it is. Felix is hunched over in the rain, his coat held over the triplets, you can see their little feet sticking out from under the coat as they run back to the tent.

You and Pato are both trying not to laugh when they get back, all three kids are bone dry, not a drop of water on them except for their shoes, meanwhile Felix is drenched from head to toe.

The triplets run from their uncle Felix when they see their dad, the kids hugging his legs. Pato crouches down to hug them properly.

You walk over to talk to Felix. “Thank you,” you tell him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“No worries, you know I love them like my own.” He smiles, Felix meant it. Plus he used the fact that he was walking around with 3 adorable children to his benefit, showing off and getting numbers on his way down the paddock.

“Kids! Did you say thank you to uncle Felix?” you ask them, Pato letting them go so they can run over. They were standing in front of you in a row like a really badly placed fence, looking up at the man in front of them.

A chorus of thank you going his way and he smiles at the kids.

“I hope they didn’t misbehave.”

“Never, things 1, 2 and 3 are always on their best behaviour.” Felix tells you, tossing a wink at the triplets, making them giggle.

Everyone was getting out of the rain, the race being delayed until the rain stopped. You and Pato and the kids head back to his motorhome - Pato carrying Mateo and Valentina while you carried Santiago and held the umbrella over the 5 of you.

You let the kids run around, getting their energy out while they played amongst themselves.

The door for the motorhome was locked so you and Pato were in the bedroom, you’re cuddled into his side, your head on his chest.

“I like having you guys here,” Pato whispers, looking down at you.

You roll onto your stomach, an arm resting over his torso. “It’s nice to be back, I missed watching you race.”

“I know how much it turns you on,” he wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh. You can’t help but laugh at his childishness, smacking his side.

The kids were running around, shouting as they played, you could hear them from in the room. It was afternoons like this that made being parents easy; the 5 of you safe and sound, relaxing with no pressure and no time constraints.

The lighting strikes and the thunder claps, the loud noises prompt shrieks from all 3 kids, the pitter patter of their feet getting closer by the second before they appear in the doorway. Pato is off the bed the moment he sees them, letting your head drop flat onto the mattress.

“Ow!” you give him a glare - he gives you an apologetic smile as he lifts the kids onto the bed.

Mateo and Santiago are curled up between you and Pato, Valentina sitting on her daddy's lap, her head on his chest as he rubs her back softly and the other arm is stretched out where the boys were.

The rain was really coming down, the lighting and thunder not stopping. You glance over at your boyfriend, the man whispering to the kids in Spanish.

“Está bien patitos, nada los va a lastimar. Estamos justo aquí, no te preocupes.” (It's okay ducklings, nothing is going to hurt you. We're right here, don't worry.) He says to them, the kids snuggled a little closer between the two of you. You pressed a kiss to Mateo and Santiago’s heads, reaching over them to rub their sister’s side.

Pato has always been so good with them.

He’s grown up so much over the last 3 years, you couldn't be prouder of him; to have him in your life, not only as your boyfriend but as the father of your children was something special, there weren't enough words to explain the way you felt about him.

It was about an hour before the race was called back on, Pato changed into his race suit now while Mateo, Santi and Valentina are in little McLaren jerseys with O’Ward on the back and Pato’s number in the middle; you had on the same one in your size.

The five of you walk to the garage, the triplets had their headphones over their shoulders as they said bye to their daddy before he got in the car.

“Besos, mis patitos,” (kisses, my ducklings) Pato bends down, giving all of them a kiss on the cheek before pulling the 3 of them into a big hug. There’s a chorus of love you and te amo being exchanged between the father and his children.

You sneak a picture, reminding yourself to post it later on.

Pato stands, the triplets between the two of you. “Y un beso para mi amor.” (And a kiss for my love.) He smiles, giving you a quick kiss. “Be safe,” you tell him, your forehead to his, a hand pressed to his cheek.”

“Always, mi amor.” He smiles, kissing you once more before getting his helmet.

The four of you watching as Pato pulls you, Felix following behind him.

The race ended heartbreakingly for Pato. He was in the top five but a crash resulted in a DNF for him. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling at the time.

Valentina was the first one to spot Pato when he came back, running up to him with tears in her eyes. “Okay daddy?” She asks him when he picks her up.

“I’m okay, mija.” He kisses her forehead, walking over to you and the boys.

Mateo and Santi hug their father, he squats down with Valentina in his arms still, hugging them with the other arm. “Te amo, patitos.” (love you, ducklings.) He whispers to them, you give him a moment with the kids, your eyes fixed on the screen as you look for Felix in the between the other cars.

“Hey,” Pato’s hand rests on your hip, now standing behind you. “Hi love,” you turn to face him, your hand reaching to rest on his jaw.

Pato was holding himself together but you’ve been with him long enough to know the crash was weighing on him. “C’mere,” you pull him into a hug, holding your boyfriend close to you, rubbing his back softly.

“Marry me.” Pato mumbles into the crook of your neck.

You take a step back, your brows furrowed, clearly confused as you look at him. “Excuse me?”

His hand finds yours. “This isn't how I planned on doing this, I have a ring and everything but I can’t wait. You are the woman of my dreams, the mother of my children and I know we’re young but it’s you; it’s always been you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, watch our kids grow up, have more-”

“Maybe not triplets again,” you tease, making him laugh.

“Yeah, but seriously amor, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s that simple.” He tells you, his brown eyes meeting yours. “Will you marry me, y/n?”

You smile, glancing at the kids that were playing with two of the mechanics. “Yeah,” you nod, hugging him.

“Yes, I'll marry you.” You whisper to him, Pato holds you a little closer.

He’s standing beside you now, an arm wrapped around your waist. “I really do have a ring, it’s at home.” He tells you, making you laugh. “I’m sure you do, honey.”

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