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The Girls Part 13: Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Word count: 4,548

Written by raelee / Posted Sep 15

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“Goodnight,” I bend down, kissing the top of Lucy’s head. She peaks at me from behind her unicorn covered duvet with wide eyes. I hold back the eye roll, knowing what she really wants. “Dad is just saying goodnight to Ada, he’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

“I’m right here, baby,” Charles suddenly appears behind me, leaning around me to gently caress Lucy’s jaw. My heart flutters at the feeling of his chest pressed against my back. “Goodnight, we’ll see you in the morning.”

I whisper a hushed goodnight to Lucy, looking over at Ada’s bed to see her already asleep. Charles and I make our way out of their bedroom. I close the door behind me as Charles heads towards the kitchen, grabbing the pans from dinner to wash.

I linger in the short hallway, my fingers playing with each other nervously. I know Charles won’t be upset by what I have to say- in fact, I’m sure he’s going to be ecstatic about it. But I also know that he’s going to get that smug look that he always gets and I really don’t want to be told ‘I told you so’ right now.

“What’s up?” Charles asks, glancing over his shoulder at me.

It’s also nice to just stand here and watch the muscles in his back move as he washes the pan.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you just staring at me?”

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, staring down at my painted toenails. It’s only when I look up to see that Charles has now turned around and is watching me in concern that I realize my actions might be giving off the wrong impression.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” he motions towards the table.

I pull out a chair, sitting on one side of the table while Charles sits on the other. He rests his forearms on the surface, leaning forward to show me that he’s fully engaged in whatever conversation we’re about to have.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asks.

I sigh, staring off to the side. I really want to put this off as long as I can. He reaches across the table, pulling my hands into his own. My heart stops as I shift my gaze forward, making eye contact with his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Mon amour, you’re scaring me,” he whispers.

I’m suddenly aware of the way that I’ve been acting. I must look suspicious by avoiding eye contact and utilizing my nervous ticks.

“Oh, no, it’s not anything bad,” I reassure him, moving one of my hands up his arm to grab at his forearm. “I um, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately… that flat that you bought on the West End. Do you still have it?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“Maybe I was too rash and harsh with my decision,” I say sheepishly, “This flat does get very crowded with all of the girls' toys and clothes and it would be nice to not have to call the landlord because something is broken every week.”

A knowing, yet smug, smile begins to make its way across his face. “So what are you saying?”

I give him an annoyed look. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Oh, I’m going to make you say it.”

“Fine, I’ll just never say it,” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. We stare at each other, waiting for the other one to break first.

We sit in silence.

Finally, he breaks, releasing a loud groan. “Fine, Y/N, will you, Ada, and Lucy move into a flat with me on the West End?”

“If it’ll make you feel better, we will move into a flat with you.” Now I’m the one giving him the smug smile.

He rolls his eyes, standing from the chair and pushing it back in. “How do you always have the upper hand?”

My mind flashes me back to those nights that Charles and I spent with each other between the sheets, bodies pressed against each other. When I make eye contact with Charles, he gives me a look that says that he knows what I was thinking about and that he was thinking of the same thing.

I didn’t have the upper hand then.

I stand from my chair, breaking both of us out of our lust-filled gazes and thoughts.

“That’s just the way that it is, baby.”

Y/N: I have off tomorrow so I’m going to take some of the things that we don’t use every day over to the new apartment

Charles: Sounds good, thanks. I can’t wait to see you and the girls more often.

Y/N: We can’t wait to see you more often too

“Oh, I know that grin,” Franny says in a sing-song tone.

My hand instantly locks my phone and I hold it close to my chest, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Now that wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“What do you mean?” I question.

“The smile and blush while texting and then acting incredibly secretive about it. You don’t have to worry about our judgment, Y/N, we’re relaxed,” my manager encourages.

“I know who it is,” Kylie gives me a sly grin.

“Kylie,” I whine.

“What? Franny’s chill,” she shrugs.

I sigh, considering her words. It’s true, Franny is easy-going. And there’s nothing personal about not wanting to tell her who I’m blushing and smiling about, I know that she would be happy for me and encourage me to go after what my heart wants.

But… telling her makes it so much more real. I know from the way that my stomach flutters whenever I get a text or the way that my cheeks instantly redden when my phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call that my feelings for Charles have quickly turned into romantic ones. Saying it out loud and informing people means that other people will know. Which means they’ll ask me if I’ve asked him out yet, or kissed him, or done anything to turn our relationship romantic.

And with this public revelation- which admittedly has made us closer, causing a shift in our relationship and brought me and our daughters into the spotlight once again, I don’t want to do anything else to rock the boat.

“Franny…” I take a deep breath, “I think I like Charles.”

“Oh, I don’t think, I know,” Kylie adds, grabbing her tray and leaving the kitchen with a cheeky grin.

“Why don’t you look happy about it?” She asks cautiously.

“Because I’m not,” I cry out. “Charles is a great guy, and he’s awesome with Ada and Lucy and super cute but, I just can’t explore that with him right now, Franny. It just changes everything and I think everything has changed so much already lately.”

“I understand,” she agrees softly.

My gaze snaps to her in surprise, not expecting those words to exit her mouth. Kylie, the only other person I’ve talked about my feelings with, told me to go for it, which I expected. There’s so much encouragement to always chase your heart and do what you want because you only live once, but I don’t think people realize how much courage one must have to do those things.

“If you feel like not making a move is the best thing for everyone involved at this moment in time, don’t do it. But don’t push those emotions away entirely. One day the right time and place is going to come and you might want to confess them then,” she suggests.

I nod my head slowly. “That’s exactly how I feel, Franny. Thank you.”

As I carry the wad of bubble wrap from what’s going to be my bedroom into the main room, I’m distracted by the sound of my phone vibrating on the counter. I set the bubble wrap down, replacing its place in my hand with my phone. Lando’s contact photo shows up.

I hesitate, deciding whether to answer it or not. I’ve still been ignoring my siblings attempts to reach out, not on purpose anymore, though. I’ve just been busy with work, university, and being a full-time single mom again since Charles has had back-to-back race weekends lately, and moving with two toddlers definitely hasn’t been easy.

Heck, I’m sure Charles is growing concerned with how little I’ve been responding to him, and I talk to him the most.

Something inside tells me to answer the phone, though, so I do.

“Hey Lando.”

“Hey,” there’s an awkward pause, “How have you been?”

“Busy,” I confess, not wanting to expand much on that in fear of how Lando will react to me and Charles moving in together. That’s an argument that I don’t want to start when we have a million other things to fight about.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he laughs. “Me too. Um, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

I bite my lip in anxiety. That’s never a good thing to hear. I slide into one of the new barstools. “Okay, I’m sitting, lay it on me.”

“I saw that post about Ada and Lucy on that gossip page and then Charles’ post confirming it. And I was talking to mum about it last night and she kind of let it slip that our cousin Sarah, Aunt Beth’s daughter, was the one who was sharing the photos through an anonymous account on social media.”

It’s quiet as I digest the information.

“And she didn’t even tell me?” I whisper out.

“She didn’t know how,” he explains, and maybe it’s just my perception because of my relationship with my mother, but it sounds defensive. “You guys already don’t have the best relationship and she was afraid that adding this to the mix would make it even worse.”

“She still could’ve told me, this is my daughters lives and privacy, not just something like the grocery store being out of fucking popsicles,” I angrily wipe at the tears building in my eyes. “And Sarah- ugh, I’ve always known that she’s a bitch.”

“She gets it from Aunt Beth,” Lando agrees.

“Well, thanks for telling me, Lan.”

“Yeah, of course. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

I hang up the phone, setting it down to wipe at the remaining tears on my face. As soon as I do, my phone rings with another phone call.

If it’s that bitch Sarah I’m ripping her to shreds.

Instead, it’s just Charles. That’s sad, I was kind of looking forward to laying into Sarah.

She also stole my favorite Barbie doll when we were six.

“Hello?” I answer the phone.

“Hey,” he pauses, “Are you okay? You sound a little different.”

“Yeah, Lando just told me that our cousin was the one who shared the photos of the girls to the press.” I sniffle back the tears at the thought of the betrayal.

I can't believe my own family would do something like that. Stabbing a family member in the back is the ultimate form of betrayal, and it’s something that we can never recover from, not that Sarah would care. It’s just embarrassing that it was someone so close to me- knowing that my family would sell out the privacy that I so desperately value and crave for my daughters is humiliating when you compare it to how loyal Charles’ family has been throughout this whole process. And he didn’t even know that he was a dad- that’d be some juicy gossip to leak to the press but they didn’t.

And my own mother not telling me? No matter what her excuse is, that’s a stab in the back.

“I’m sorry, Charles,” I add, letting out a bitter chuckle. “It’s so embarrassing to have a family that’s willing to go against our wishes like this.”

He’s quiet for a minute, which makes my heart race. Is he about to chew me out on how disloyal my family is? Tell me to delete all of my family off of my social media and never to speak to them again?

Instead, the words that leave his mouth surprise me.

“How would you feel about coming to visit Monaco?”

“What?” I stutter out.

“We have a week break between Mexico and Brazil. I can get a couple more days off, go back to England to help you pack and take care of the girls on the plane, and we can spend a week or so in Monaco. They can meet my brothers and mom, you can see my family again,” he suggests.

I know what he’s trying to do. Since I have a troubled relationship with my immediate family and now a strained relationship with my extended family, he’s extending his family to me. He wants the girls to meet his family because in a way, them being loved by his family is a way of me being loved by his family. And at least then the girls can have a healthy relationship with one side of their family.

“I don’t know, Charles,” I confess hesitantly. “Don’t you think it’s too much right now? With moving and your recent post, don’t you think it’s too busy and the spotlight is on you right now?”

“Mon amour, I don’t think there’s a better time to do it.”

I take a deep breath, nodding before I realize that he can’t see me. “Okay. Yeah, we’ll go to Monaco.”

“Do you want me to grab anything, Charles?” I ask, watching as he stumbles and drops another bag.

“No, just take care of them,” he nods at Ada and Lucy. I nod silently, watching him struggle as he leads us down the hallway, Ada gripping one of my hands and Lucy gripping the other.

“Where are we going?” My eyes dart around nervously.

I let Charles handle all of the details around this trip. Despite my need to be in control and in the know, with everything on my plate right now I just thought it would be best for Charles to figure out flight details and where we’re staying.

“To the private jet landing.” He glances back at me before I can question him about it, dropping Ada’s backpack. She lets out a shriek at the action and he gives her a quiet apology, picking it up. “I told Max about how nervous you are flying with the girls for the first time and he offered for us to use AirMax.”

I smile at the act of consideration, my chest fluttering at the thought of him talking about me to his rival. “Thank you, Charles.”

Despite it being a little over an hour’s long plane ride to Nice, Ada passes out in the first five minutes of the flight. Charles is seated in the window seat while I’m sitting next to him, Ada nestled in the crook of his arm between the plane wall and his body with her eyes closed and her stuffed dolphin gifted from Lando gripped tightly in her hands.

Lucy sits on my lap, trying her best to play with her stuffed moose but finding it difficult with her eyes constantly opening and closing. Finally, she succumbs to sleep, her entire little body splayed out on top of mine. I do my best to shift into a more comfortable position without waking her, freezing when she begins to move.

“Hey,” the Ferrari driver catches my attention, motioning for me to put my arm on the aisle armrest.

I do so, watching as he slowly rests his free arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

It’s like my breathing stops because I’m so close to him. I haven’t been this close to him in a long time.

I can smell his cologne.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs into my ear.

“Yeah,” I whisper, looking down at Lucy to hide my blush. I adjust her body so that her head is resting on my arm on the armrest, the rest of her body laying across my lap and into Charles’ lap.

It’s still not the most comfortable position- but I’m not going to tell Charles that.

For now I’m going to be grateful that I’m able to be so close to him again.

Spending time with Charles in Monaco is special. From the way that his eyes light up while showing the girls his old school, or the way that he lifts them into his yacht, everything is used as an opportunity for him to show our toddlers his home and safe space.

“Gentle, Lucy,” I wince as she runs her hand along the side of the black convertible, painted nails that need to be trimmed making a quiet noise along the paint.

Charles chuckles at the action and I look over at him with a playful glare.

“It’s an expensive car, Charles, it costs like trillions of dollars,” I point out like he doesn’t already know.

“I know it’s expensive, it’s my car. And it didn’t cost trillions of dollars.” He moves around the car, rubbing his thumb against a mark that Lucy left. It doesn't come off. “And I can always just buy new cars.”

I roll my eyes at his nonchalant attitude, watching as Ada and Lucy run around the room filled with all of Charles’ expensive and exotic cars. One of the first places he wanted to take us in Monaco was to see his car collection in the museum, and he even got the place shut down so that we didn’t have to worry about any wandering eyes or sly photographs.

“So tonight my mom is going to make pasta and chicken. Do you want alfredo sauce or marinara sauce?” Charles asks, looking down at his phone.

“Either works.”

He glances up at me but I watch as Ada falls onto the ground, instantly picking herself back up. He finishes his text before shoving his phone into his pocket, looking back over at me.

“What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole purpose of this trip was for my family to meet the girls and for you to see them again but you act weird whenever I mention them,” he comments.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gives me an unimpressed look at the response.

“Fine, I’m nervous that your family doesn’t like me,” I confess.

“What do you mean? When you worked for Lando and spent all of your time in the paddock my family loved talking to you.”

“Yeah but that was years ago. And since then I’ve had your babies and kind of, you know, kept them a secret from you,” I say sheepishly, still embarrassed by my behavior.

“My family is a lot more empathetic than you think, Y/N.”

A lot more empathetic than your family, are the hidden words.

“Yeah, maybe I’m overthinking it,” I sigh, watching as the girls poke a tire and giggle.

A familiar arm winds its way around my waist and we stand together, watching our daughters play.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

“Mama, we’re home,” Charles cheers as he enters through the front door, holding it open for me.

My heart beats fast in my chest with anxiety as I follow behind him, Lucy clenched tightly in my arms as a comfort blanket while Ada’s in Charles’ arms.

There’s shrieking and then footsteps running on the hardwood floor, Pascale suddenly appearing before us.

“Oh,” she coos, reaching out to hold Ada’s face in her hands. Ada stares shyly back at her nana, unsure of how to act. Pascale makes the same noise, caressing Lucy’s face now. In true Lucy fashion, she flashes a charming smile, leaning into her nana’s hold.

“Hi Y/N,” Pascale grins at me.

I give a soft smile back, surprised by the warm welcome. Of course I didn’t expect a toxic environment, Charles’ family is and has always been very kind and welcoming. And we do have a good history with each other. Just not a good recent history…

“I’m going to go check on the pasta, everyone else is in the living room,” Pascale informs us before heading off towards the kitchen.

Charles leads the way into the living room where his two brothers and two women, presumably their girlfriends, are chatting. Arthur and Lorenzo stand once they see us, pulling Charles into bro hugs.

To my surprise, Arthur turns to me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he leans forward, giving me a one-armed hug as to not disturb Lucy’s position.

“Hi, Arthur.”

“How’s it going?” Lorenzo questions, pulling me into another one-armed hug.

“Good, how are you?”

“Good. So this is Lucy?” He reaches forward, lightly brushing his pinky along her knuckles.

She stares at him inquisitively, but doesn’t back down. Ada, on the other hand, shies back into Charles’ arms as Arthur grins at her. Hurt flashes over Arthur’s face and my chest pangs at the action. I should’ve thought about the girls’ reactions to eventually meeting Charles’ family when I decided to never introduce them to him. I just never thought about these things.

“Looks like you should’ve trained her better,” one of the women comments.

“She’s a toddler, not a dog, Charlotte,” Charles tries to appear like he’s joking but his tone is tense.

“Dinner’s ready,” Pascale calls out before an argument begins.

The other girl introduces herself to me on the way to the dining room as Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend, while Charlotte is Lorenzo’s girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if the girls used a special kind of booster seat so I just got whatever they had at the store,” Pascale apologizes to me.

“Oh no, these work perfectly fine. You didn’t have to buy these for us,” I tell her.

“Nonsense, now we have them for the next time they come,” she smiles at me.

I smile back, turning to face Charles as he places a hand on my back. “I can get our plates if you want to get the girls situated.”

I nod, helping the girls settle into their seats. Charles gets the plates ready for Ada, Lucy, me, and himself, and we settle around the table with the rest of his family.

“So Y/N, Charles says that you’re studying journalism,” Arthur makes conversation as we eat.

“Yeah, I am.”

“When are you done studying?”

“I actually fast-tracked my program so I’m graduating next year,” I inform them.

“Do you know what you’re doing after you graduate?” Carla questions.

“I’d like to work in true crime journalism.”

I know it’s just small talk, but this kind of feels like an interrogation. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to being asked about my life, or having adult conversations at all, but it feels like they’re trying to figure me out. Which I understand, because I’ve become a crucial figure in Charles’ life, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous.

“Do you know where?”

Arthur asks the question that makes me understand. They’re not trying to catch me saying something that they don’t like, they’re trying to bring me further into Charles’ life. Part of it is probably for Charles’ benefit, and the other part is probably because they want to see Ada and Lucy more as well.

My heart soars at that thought.

“I haven’t thought about that yet,” I admit.

“Well, you should. As a mother you should plan,” Charlotte comments snottily.

“Being a mother makes it harder to plan,” I joke.

Everyone laughs except Charlotte, who gives me a glare.

We make small talk throughout the rest of dinner and I feel myself calming down and becoming more comfortable. Ada and Lucy become more comfortable as well, leaving with Charlotte, Carla, Charles, Lorenzo, and Arthur to go out on the balcony and watch the sunset.

“I can help you cleanup, Pascale,” I offer, bringing dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“You’re such a dear,” she sighs in relief.

She begins to wash the dishes in the sink as I stand by with a dishcloth to dry.

“I know Charlotte was rude towards you tonight but just ignore it. Charles was very upset when he first found out about the girls and she never got over that reaction, no matter how many times he told us that your relationship is better now,” she reassures me.

I nod weakly, not sure how to respond to that. I feel bad thinking it, but I don’t know how it’s any of Charlotte’s business. From what I gathered during dinner, Charlotte and Lorenzo’s relationship is fairly new, so it’s not like she’s known Charles for such a long time that his emotions greatly affect hers. But even then… if Charles could find a way to get over it, why couldn’t she? And why would she constantly feel the need to comment her negative feelings about it, especially in front of our daughters?

“Look at that,” Pascale laughs, staring out the window towards the balcony where Lorenzo holds Ada in his arms, playing got-your-nose with her while she watches in wonder.

It’s a sweet moment between an uncle and his niece. But it reminds me of all of the moments that I’ve robbed from them. And it’s not like they were feeling love and affection from my side of the family either- so for almost two years they’ve been neglected from feeling grandparent and aunt or uncle love. They could be running into Lorenzo or Arthur’s arms instead of just meeting them for the first time.

Tears prick in my eyes at the thought.

“I’m sorry, Pascale,” my voice cracks.

She turns to face me with concern, face breaking once she sees mine. “Oh, darling.”

The facet turns off and she dries her hands, pulling me into a hug. My arms wind around her tightly and I hug her, appreciating the feeling of a motherly hug for as long as I can.

“I know you are,” she reassures me, rubbing my back. “I also know how much you’ve changed and grown. Charles tells these stories about you and his face just lights up. You’ve made mistakes, yes, but his admiration for has never and will never fade. In fact, seeing you as a mother has made it grow.”

I stare at her with wide eyes. Charles admires me? I guess I kind of knew that already from him not bringing up the custody conversation anymore, but I’ve never actually had any confirmation about it. But hearing it from his mom… it must be true.

“I’ll never hurt him again, Pascale, I swear,” I whisper to her.

“I believe you.”

She pulls away from me, going back to washing the dishes. I dry them and we talk about everything and anything. We talk about Lando’s successful season, I sway her away from asking about the rest of my family, then I ask her about the latest haircut trends.

By the end of the night, I’m carrying a sleeping Ada in my arms as Charles carries a sleeping Lucy, shoes and sweatshirts on so we can head back over to Charles’ flat for the night.

“Do you want to do a family beach day tomorrow?” Arthur suggests.

I smile at him. “That sounds fun.”

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