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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt4}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: hinting at past trauma Word count: 1.8k Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora

Part 4 of the Mamma Mia series

All things considered, it’s not a long drive; before you know it, Lewis exits the motorway and drives along the shoreline of a large body of water further up north. You keep your eyes on the window, the sky now tinged with deep shades of oranges and pinks, drowning the mountains in a darker shade of lavender.

“We’re at Lake Como?” you ask, spotting the many boats in the harbours below. Lewis hums an answer, flicking his gaze to you before focussing back on the road. It’s not long before Lewis parks the car at a small little restaurant, sitting at the southernmost point of the lake.

“Thank you,” you murmur as Lewis opens your door and helps you out of the car. He keeps holding your hand as he locks the car and walks you inside.

“Ah, Lewis!” a woman in her mid-fifties greets him, her arms outstretched to hug him. Lewis laughs and allows her to pull him in, receiving two kisses on his cheeks.

“Good to see you too Alice,” Lewis replies, still chuckling and trying his best to pronounce her name the Italian way.

“Come, come, I made sure to keep your favourite table available.”

“You didn’t have to-..” Lewis tries to say but the woman interrupts him.

“It’s not everyday you bring someone besides Roscoe. So yes, I did have to. You need to make a good impression on this lovely girl,” she says, patting his cheek before continuing her route out onto the terrace. Lewis looks almost bashful and shrugs a shoulder as if to say I guess. You can’t help but chuckle at the exchange and allow him to lead you to a table tucked away a little bit behind some greenery but the view is what makes you stop in your tracks. From this spot you have an unobstructed view of the lake and you can see how the lights of houses and businesses alike reflect on the water. Lewis pulls your chair out and scoots you closer to the table before sitting down himself. Alice hums approvingly, looking at the both of you with a glimmer in her eyes you can’t quite decipher.

“I know Lewis doesn’t drink, but we have a great selection of wines.”

“Oh. Uhm.. I-.. That’s very kind but no, thank you. I would love a San Pellegrino though if you have it?”

Alice smiles and nods, “We do, would you like limonata, aranciata or aranciata rossa?”

“The last one, that’s blood orange, right?” The woman nods again. “Then I’ll have that one, please.”

“Excellent,” Alice replies and hands you both a menu before walking away.

“You come here so often that she knows your drinks order by heart?” you joke, looking up at him. Lewis chuckles and nods.

“I’ve been coming here for a couple of years now. The view is great and they serve some of the best vegan food I’ve ever had.” You hum in acknowledgement and peruse the menu once more.

At first the conversation flows a bit awkwardly. It’s all fine and dandy to discuss the menu and decide on what to get, but after that nerves get the better of you.

“Hey,” Lewis says softly, pulling you from your thoughts and steering your gaze away from the lake, “talk to me. What are you thinking?”

You sigh, putting your fork down.

“It’s just-.. It’s a lot, you know? Finding out I’m pregnant to having to tell you and expecting the worst... Seeing Mark again, talking to Kev.. Suddenly going from being single to having three men interested… What happens if this gets out… It’s overwhelming..” you all but whisper.

“It’s understandable that you’re feeling overwhelmed. And I can only imagine how it must’ve been for you to see Mark again after what happened in 2013, but baby, please listen to me; I care deeply about you. All three of us do. We just want to show you that you are worthy of being loved unconditionally. And fuck what people say, societal norms are impossible to conform to anyway so why bother. The best form of revenge is to thrive while they hope for your downfall,” Lewis replies, resting a hand on yours. You’re quiet for a moment, mulling over his words as he brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. You feel conflicted; on the one hand you want nothing more than to take Lewis’ words at face value and allow any of them to love you fully, but look at where that has gotten you: still heartbroken a decade on and so set in your ways that alone is better that you don’t allow anyone to even get close to you –not romantically at least.

“I don’t think I can Lewis…” you whisper, “but I want to try.” You look up at him once more, swallowing down a lump in your throat.

“Baby, that’s all we ask,” Lewis replies, smiling softly at you.

After that conversation, the atmosphere lightens and the both of you reminisce about your shared time in Formula 1.

“But did anyone actually show up to that hotel room?” you ask, trying to catch your breath after laughing so much your stomach hurts, remembering the twinkle in the German’s eyes as he gave away the name of the hotel most of the drivers were staying in during that grand prix weekend in Russia.

“No idea, Seb just gave random numbers I think,” Lewis answered, still chuckling.

“He always had the best one liners during the press conferences, always flirting and teasing,” you comment with a chuckle.

“Oh that man was the biggest flirt in the paddock. Remember how he always got McKenzie flustered?” Lewis laughs before taking another sip of his drink. You can’t help but laugh at that and finish your own drink. Both of you are quiet for a moment, lost in memories. You don’t even notice Lewis getting up to pay for dinner, too lost in the view and your own head. It’s so easy being around him. You know this, the two of you have been friends for almost a decade at this point so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise. But perhaps that familiarity is what scares you most; you can so very easily picture your future with him, picture him as a father to this baby. He would make such a good dad, so loving and patient. You know for a fact Lewis would spoil his children having seen how he treats his nieces and nephews. The image of him dressing the baby in mini versions of his paddock outfits makes you smile. Can it really be this easy, you wonder to yourself, letting someone love you?

“I hope you’re being honest with him, cara mia,” Alice’s voice breaks through your thoughts. You look up at her, confusion apparently written all over your face.

“I have known him for six years now and not once has he brought a woman here. That boy is absolutely smitten with you. Both of you,” she clarifies, pointedly looking at your stomach as she hints at your pregnancy. You look down, only now noticing you had rested your hand there. You quickly drop it into your lap.

“I-.. I don’t…” Alice just smiles at you.

“Ah, but it’s scary, no? Letting someone in? Keeping your heart shut like this, it’s safe but also lonely. He’s a good man, if you allow him in, he will treat you right –both of you. But you have to allow him first.”

It shocks you, how she has read you like an open book from the moment you set foot in her restaurant.

“Cara mia, I see the way you look at him. Not all is lost yet. Come, before my husband bores that poor boy to death,” Alice says. You can’t help but chuckle and follow her inside where you spot Lewis in an animated conversation with a man who looks to be in his early sixties. Alice interrupts her husband, firing off a comment in rapid Italian.

“Carlo, please let this poor boy go home. He had a race today, I am sure both of them are tired. Oh look, that table could use some more wine, please help them,” she switches to English before pushing Carlo in the direction of a table in the back. Carlo rolls his eyes, but you can tell there’s no annoyance behind it as he kisses his wife’s cheek and does as he’s told. Lewis hugs Alice goodbye, letting her kiss his cheek again and promises to come back soon. The older woman pulls you into a hug, whispering he’s worth it in your ear before letting you go. You give her hand a squeeze before following Lewis outside.

It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to hit you full force on the drive back to the hotel. You try your hardest to stay awake, but it becomes increasingly more difficult to keep your eyes open.

“Sleep baby, I’ll wake you when we’re in Monza,” Lewis murmurs, giving your thigh a squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and let sleep pull you under. It feels like seconds but when you glance at your watch you see that you’ve been out for a good 30 minutes when you wake up again as Lewis exits the motorway into Monza. He effortlessly parks the car in the garage and helps you out of the car once more. Again Lewis keeps hold of your hand as you make it into the lift to your floor. Alice’s words replay in your head as your stomach twists in knots. When you arrive at your room, you turn around, needing to lean against the door.

“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time, tonight,” you all but whisper, fidgeting with your key card.

“Mm, I did too,” Lewis replies, smiling this cheeky smile that sends your heart into overdrive.

“I-.. Lewis, I would hate to give you the wrong idea about us. I know I said I want to try and let you in –any of you, but I don’t-.. I have no idea how this will pan out and it would kill me if I lead you on. It’s a lot, I’m a lot right now so please don’t feel obligated in any way to-..” Before you can finish your sentence, Lewis presses his lips against yours. It’s not hard, just the gentlest touch, but it’s enough to shut you up and for your brain to stop whirling.

“Baby, I will gladly take that risk if there’s a small chance that I can call you mine at the end of it. For you it’ll be worth it, no matter the outcome,” Lewis murmurs in the space between your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper, not knowing how else to respond to him. Lewis smiles again, giving you another quick kiss before wishing you a good night, leaving you standing in the corridor with the ghost of his kiss on your lips and your thoughts.

And there you have it, date number 1! Massive thank you to @curiousthyme and @szobosz for being my beta readers for this one

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(also, 10 gold stars if you can figure out which Taylor Swift song influenced/inspired this date 👀)

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