George Russell 8x Race Winner Apologist

“Laurie,” you sing-songed softly, giving his hand a little shake, “all set for the doctor? Gonna show her how big you’ve gotten, hm?”

George leaned in closer beside you and shared in your smile down to your baby son as he cooed, “Yeah, you’re a growing boy, aren't you?”

Lawrence’s legs kicked in his stroller and the two of you swooned. Everything he did was so wonderful to you. The joys of new parenthood. 

The doctor came into the room only a few moments later, closing the door behind her and sharing pleasantries with you and George. She also greeted Lawrence, of course, and the baby only stared up at her in confusion. 

You shared any updates with her on his growth and progression over the last few weeks and even touched on how you, yourself, were feeling postpartum now that the six week mark had come about. Lawrence was a quiet, patient boy in his stroller. 

Soon, it was time for the proper check up. You lifted him up out of his cozy spot and had to strip him down to his diaper which he was not particularly keen on, offering a bit of a fuss that was easily soothed. 

He was weighed and measured and checked on with fine attention. Soon, he was back in your arms as you returned to your chair beside George. 

The doctor sat at her laptop and typed as she spoke, “He was 3.9 kilos when we saw him last. Now he’s 6.1. That’s excellent weight gain.”

“Is that in the ideal range?” George asked.

“Absolutely. He is a very healthy boy. I have no concerns.”

You and George exchanged relieved expressions. Being first time parents meant it was all too easy to fret about anything and everything. The reassurance was nice. 

The last step in the appointment was the routine vaccines. The doctor began getting those prepped as she explained, “He may be fussy and have a slight fever after but it’s nothing to worry about.”

You nodded in understanding, already three steps ahead and worried about how your little boy would handle his vaccines. The first ones had been in the hospital when he was born and he was already crying and flustered when they poked him; needles were a breeze compared to being squeezed out of the birth canal.

George must have sensed your unrest as he offered quietly and held out his hands from beside you, “I’ll hold him.”

You passed Lawrence over to him without complaint and right away he was cradled in his arms.

“There’s my buggy boy,” George cooed with a smile, snuggling the diapered baby close and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Lawrence made a sweet little sound at the affection. 

The doctor guided George on how to position the baby on his lap to prepare for the injections. Lawrence was held back against George’s chest, almost as if he were sitting on his lap, with George’s large hand secure around his middle to hold him in place. He was positioned carefully by his father under the professional eye of the doctor. 

“Perfect,” she said gently, “And use your other hand to hold his legs still.”

It felt strange to restrain his baby in such a way but George followed the instruction before whispering down to Lawrence who had started to squirm in confusion, “You’re okay, bug. Daddy’s got you. You’re safe.”

As the doctor carefully wiped Lawrence’s little thigh with an antiseptic pad, you scooted in closer to pet a comforting hand on your baby’s head. Your heart was racing and you weren’t quite sure why. You knew very well that vaccines were important to protect him against illness, but maybe it was the realization that you couldn’t explain to him or prepare him for what was going to happen. You leaned in to kiss his little head.  

The doctor then gave his thigh a little squish before quickly pressing the tiny needle into it. There was a pause of just a second before Lawrence’s little body seemed to crumple against George’s grasp and then he let out a loud wail. The doctor stepped back to quickly prepare the second vaccine, all too used to the displease of her little patients. 

You and George, on the other hand, were not used to witnessing the pain of your baby at your own ‘fault’. George gently rocked side to side to try and soothe him with little shushes, stroking his thumb across his bare tummy. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” George, head hung, whispered to him, barely heard through his wailing, “I know. I know.”

You reached over to stroke Lawrence’s hair, soothing in a shaky voice of your own, “Such a brave boy. Just one more and then it’ll be all done.”

The doctor moved quickly, knowing better than to drag this on unnecessarily. Even as Lawrence cried on, George held him securely and she gave the baby’s opposite thigh a squish and then another quick poke of a needle. George flinched as Lawrence’s tiny body tried to squirm under his hold.

Lawrence just screamed, already upset from the first one and now made exponentially worse by the prick of the second. He was absolutely wailing. 

“All done,” the doctor said quickly, giving the go-ahead for full, proper comfort. 

George immediately scooped up the baby and cradled him closer against his chest, his two large hands still somewhat fitting around his entire little body. Lawrence just cries into George’s shirt, loud, screaming cries that just make your heart ache. 

And when George turned to look at you, you could see that his eyes were shimmering with tears of his own, stemmed from the inability to protect your child from pain at that moment. You just share in a brief look of unspoken ache before turning your attention back to your baby. 

George rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss his head, holding him close against his chest in what feels like a futile attempt to calm him. You fetched the pacifier from the stroller and offered it out to the crying baby and, reluctantly, Lawrence accepted it. Quiet fell through the small examination room, cut through only by his tiny whimpers and George’s quiet sniffle. 

“Good boy,” you praised your tiny son warmly, petting his head again as his ear was pressed right over George’s heart, his big blue eyes blinking at you behind heavy tears. And his pacifier bobbed and bumped against his tiny nose as he soothed himself with little suckles. You stroked the back of your finger over his flushed chubby cheek and felt your heart melt. 

Once the doctor finished up your appointment and Lawrence was re-dressed and everything was scheduled for your followup, George still refused to let go of the baby. In fact, he carried him to the car, leaving you to push the empty stroller alongside him. Not that you’d complain. It was a wonderful blessing to be married to someone who took their role as father so incredibly seriously. And someone who your child found comfort in.

George buckled him into his carseat while you loaded the stroller in the trunk. But then you found yourselves both leaning into the backseat, through the same open door, fussing and fawning over your flustered baby. Lawrence just blinked up at you both, still suckling away at his pacifier, cozy under his favourite little monogrammed blanket with one of his plush toys in his arms. 

For the nth time, you adjusted his blanket around him and George gave him another kiss to the forehead. You probably looked like psychotic helicopter parents but you didn’t care. 

Only a minute into the drive home and Lawrence had fallen asleep. George kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on him as he drove, while you were almost entirely turned in the passenger seat to keep your eye on him. But he stayed perfectly asleep like a sweet little angel, exhausted from the stressful morning and the side effects of his first vaccines.

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Coworkers! Lando and Oscar always fighting over who got to offer you a lift home when it was getting dark. Standing at the bus stop with your sodden clothes, pleasantly surprised when Oscar would pull over and wind the window down, “I’m going your way, climb in.”

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar always buying you lunch or afternoon snacks because they know you get irritable when you’re hungry. Always coming back after your small break to see a plastic tub of your favourite lunch-time takeaway with a little post-it note saying enjoy :)

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar making sly comments to one another over afterwork drinks because they both were competing for your utmost attention yet you were sharing it to them both. Their hands gripping the glass of whatever they were drinking as they joked about the other backing off because it was obvious you were interested in him.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar starting to work later and later to keep you company in the derelict office, wheeling their chairs up to your desk to help you file away the days work. All of you making small chit-chat as they asked about your day and your weekend plans.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar slightly grazing your thighs whenever they passed you an extra sheet of paper to file, their gazes shifting from one another to you as you’d swallow thickly because you’d been trying to block this image out of your head for the past few weeks but their behaviour had become impossible to ignore.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar seeing who would make the first move as Lando stood up to stretch, back pressing against your chest as he’d lean over and slyly inform you that you filed something incorrectly. His breath hot against your cheek as he’d lean in deliciously close, enough to smell the peppermint on his tongue, as he’d hold the outside of your hand, fingertips grazing your knuckles, showing you where to file the paper.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar making it hard for you to think straight as Oscar would amp up the temperature, his hand finding the curve of your knee to stop you from bouncing it absentmindedly. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk as he watched Lando’s eyes burn into the back of his hand, which trailed up your leg to your inner thigh with a gentle squeeze.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar fighting for attention in the way they knew best as Lando cupped the side of your face, tracing your tongue with his as Oscar’s teeth nipped at your exposed neck. Your blouse disheveled, buttons undone, as Lando’s hands kneaded at your bra-cladded breasts. Your hands laced in both of their hairs as you pulled and pushed at them both, obsessed with the way your body ignited with the pleasure of being kissed and touched by them both.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar once again making sly, underhand comments as you moaned and whined for them both. Oscar’s hand trailing up your skirt, bunching it at your waist as he’d trace over the heat of your pussy. Carefully pushing your underwear to the side with a sigh as he collected your excitement on the pad of his finger, wrapping his lips around it with a delicious hum.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar absolutely ravishing you there and then, across your desk as the computer buzzed softly. Paperwork discarded on the floor as Lando would pepper kisses to your exposed chest, letting your nipples pearl in his mouth as he sucked and nipped at them gently; Oscar’s fingers curling inside of you as he licked a strip from the crook of your neck to your earlobe, whining in your ear about how tight you were.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar taking it in turns to make you moan, the sounds coming from your mouth just as pretty as you were. Lando's mouth slotting against yours as he sucked your tongue into his mouth, biting it down on it gently. The feeling of Oscar's fingers grazing your sweet spot inside of you making you rock your hips against his hand, the desk shaking slightly as you felt yourself near the edge of ecstasy.

Coworkers! Lando and Oscar helping you clear up the mess you made with tissues and hand-wipes, careful not to be too abrasive as you whimpered at the gentleness of them both. Oscar cooing about how he wanted to do that for ages whilst Lando is pressing kisses to your thighs.