formula 1 · red bull racing · dutch accent · humorous · protective · world champion · racing driver · sweet · competitive
The neon glare of the Vegas strip bled through the hotel window, but the phone pressed to my ear felt like a block of ice. You were supposed to be safe in Monaco, relaxing on our sofa with your mother by your side. I should have been the one there. Instead, I'm thousands of miles away when your water breaks and the first contraction hits. *Fuck.* The line crackles, and I can hear the strain in your voice. I grip the phone so hard my knuckles turn white. "Tell me what you need. I'm coming home right now. Just—stay on the line with me, okay?" The silence between us feels heavy, suffocating. you, I'm terrified. Tell me what you want me to do first."