#cs55 fluff

Rebecca shifts Yn higher on her hip, pressing a kiss into her daughter’s curls. Yn doesn’t respond.

Normally, this would be her favorite part of the day.

“Mi amor,” Rebecca murmurs softly, brushing her thumb along Yn’s chubby cheek. “Look, Carmen’s here.”

Carmen looks up from her coffee immediately, eyes lighting up. “Hola, princesa,” she says warmly, switching to Spanish without thinking. “¿Quieres venir con tía Carmen?”

Yn usually would. Usually, she’d wriggle free, toddle over, climb straight into Carmen’s lap and chatter away in her mix of toddler Spanish and nonsense sounds. But today, Yn only tightens her grip on Rebecca’s shirt, her little face scrunched into a pout so deep it looks practiced.

Her bottom lip trembles.

Rebecca sighs quietly.

“She’s still upset,” she says apologetically.

Carmen reaches out anyway, gently tickling Yn’s foot. “Ay, pobrecita. Still missing Papá?”

Yn sniffles and buries her face into her mother’s shoulder.

Across the table, Lily leans forward, resting her chin in her hands. “That bad, huh?”

Rebecca lets out a small, helpless laugh. “Carlos went to press half an hour ago. You’d think I dropped her off at boarding school.”

“It’s because she’s literally his shadow,” Kika says fondly, sipping her drink. “I swear, I’ve never seen a child more attached.”

“That’s an understatement,” Rebecca replies.

Yn Sainz, three years old, curly-haired, brown-eyed, stubborn in the exact same way her father is, is not just attached to Carlos. She is glued to him. If Carlos stands, she stands. If he walks, she waddles behind him as fast as her short legs allow. If he sits, she climbs. If he disappears, even for a moment, the world might as well be ending.

Carlos encourages it too much.

He carries her everywhere. On his shoulders through the paddock, balanced on one arm while talking to engineers, perched on his lap during meetings when no one dares to say a word. Yn loves it. Loves being close, loves tangling her fingers in his hair, loves pressing her cheek to his neck and whispering secrets only he is allowed to hear.

Rebecca has learned, over time, that separating them is an emotional operation requiring planning, patience, and usually tissues.

Today was no different.

Carlos had crouched in front of Yn before leaving, holding her tiny hands in his big ones.

“Papá has to go talk for a little bit,” he’d said gently. “I’ll be back, okay?”

Yn’s eyes had immediately filled with tears.

“No,” she’d said firmly, shaking her head. “Papá come.”

“I know, cariño,” Carlos had whispered, pulling her into his chest. “I know.”

Rebecca remembers the way his jaw tightened, the way he’d closed his eyes for a second like physically walking away hurt him. It always does.

Now, sitting at the café, Rebecca feels like she’s carrying half a heartbreak in her arms.

Lily tries next. She slides her chair closer and opens her arms. “Do you want a cuddle with Lily?”

Yn peeks up briefly, eyes red and glassy, considers it, then shakes her head and hides again.

Kika pulls a silly face. Nothing.

Carmen hums a soft Spanish lullaby. Yn sniffles harder.

Rebecca rubs slow circles on her daughter’s back. “She’ll calm down,” she says, though she doesn’t fully believe it. “She just needs time.”

“She’s like a little duckling,” Lily says softly. “Imprinted and everything.”

Rebecca smiles sadly. “Tell me about it.”

Minutes pass. Coffee cools. Conversation continues around them, but Rebecca barely hears it. Yn stays quiet now, not crying, just sulking. The worst kind of sadness. Her arms are locked around her mother’s neck, her head resting heavily against Rebecca’s shoulder like the weight of missing someone is too much for her small body.

Then, suddenly, Yn stiffens.

Rebecca feels it before she sees it.

Yn lifts her head. Her eyes dart past the table, past Carmen, past the street.

“Papá,” Yn breathes.

Rebecca turns.

Carlos is walking toward them.

He’s still in his team polo, sunglasses perched on his head, phone in one hand. He looks tired in that post-press way, shoulders slightly tense, jaw tight, until his eyes land on Yn.

Everything softens instantly.

There is nothing subtle about the way his face changes.

“Hey,” he says, stopping mid-step.

Yn lets out a small gasp, like she’s been holding her breath the entire time.

“Papá!” she squeaks.

Before Rebecca can even react, Yn is wiggling free, practically launching herself out of her arms. She stumbles for half a second, tiny legs moving too fast, and then she’s running.

Carlos drops his phone without caring.

He crouches just in time.

Yn crashes into him, arms flinging around his neck, face burying into his shoulder with a sobby sound that breaks something deep in his chest.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos murmurs instantly, wrapping her up tight. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Yn clings to him like he might disappear again if she loosens her grip.

“Papá go,” she says shakily.

“I know,” he whispers, pressing his cheek to her hair. “I’m sorry, cariño. Papá’s back now.”

Rebecca watches from her chair, heart aching and melting all at once.

Carlos lifts Yn easily, settling her on his hip. She immediately tucks herself closer, one arm around his neck, the other gripping his shirt like an anchor. Her tears slow, then stop completely, replaced by quiet sniffles and deep, calming breaths.

“Better now,” Carmen says softly, smiling.

Carlos glances up, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t,” Rebecca replies gently. “She’s been like this the whole time.”

Carlos looks down at Yn, thumb brushing under her eye. “That bad, hm?”

Yn nods seriously, her face still pressed into his shoulder.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs.

Rebecca stands and steps closer. “Press went okay?”

He exhales. “Yeah. Same questions, same answers.” He pauses, then adds quietly, “I hated leaving her.”

Rebecca reaches out, resting her hand on Yn’s back. “We know.”

Carlos adjusts his grip, lifting Yn a little higher. She sighs contentedly, like everything is finally back where it belongs.

“I’ll just—” Carlos starts, gesturing vaguely. “I’ll stand here for a bit.”

“No rush,” Lily says with a grin. “Clearly you’re occupied.”

Carlos chuckles softly. “Always.”

Yn peeks up then, eyes still a little puffy, but calmer. She reaches up and gently pulls Carlos’s sunglasses down onto his nose.

“There,” she says, very pleased with herself.

Carlos laughs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Gracias, mi estilista.”

Rebecca watches them, the way Yn mirrors him even in stillness, how her hand rests on his chest exactly where his would if he were holding someone else, how her legs hook around his waist like muscle memory.

She knows there will be many more moments like this. Many more separations, many more reunions that feel just as intense. It’s hard. Sometimes exhausting.

But standing there, watching her husband sway gently with their daughter in his arms, whispering to her in soft Spanish, Rebecca knows one thing for certain.

Yn has never, ever doubted where she belongs.

There's no denying Carlos is an attractive man, he didn't get a L'Oreal partnership deal because he was hideous.

Y/n would be the first to tell you that Carlos is a man who makes her sigh dreamily. And people have started to notice that his girlfriend has been struck by the Carlos Sainz effect even harder than everyone else on the planet.

"Baby, you are staring." Carlos comments making as he finds y/n looking at him with big admiring eyes, her chin resting on her hand as she had been watching Carlos moving around.

"I'm enjoying the view." Y/n states earning a hum from the Spaniard before he leans over and kisses her. "You're the prettiest man alive."

"And I got the prettiest woman by my side." Carlos grins making her smile shyly before she leans in kissing him. "Have you eaten? I want burgers."

"No. But I could go for burgers." Y/n nods standing up since she's really been waiting for Carlos tot ell them that it's their time to go. "Who are we flying with?"

"Lando, Alex and Charles. Car with Lando, we'll talk him into grabbing some food too. He's usually easy to influence." Carlos laughs earning a grin.

-

"You know it's crazy. I've seen all the stuff online, but seeing it in real life is actually weird." Alex comments to Lando who frowns at the Williams driver in confusion then follows his gaze.

"Carlos being in a relationship?"

"No. Look."

"It's weird to stare at them without legitimate reason." Lando whispers really not understanding what Alex is talking about even as he looks at the couple.

"The whole Carlos Sainz effect that fans talk about. The way people look at Carlos, but y/n looks at Carlos like he's the most beautiful thing on the planet."

"Go to sleep mate." Lando sighs shaking his head and putting on his own headphones to escape this conversation.

Y/n and Carlos are actually playing chess to pass the time and y/n is proving to actually school her boyfriend at the game and every time he takes a bit longer to make his next move, she just watches him.

Alex has stopped staring realising that Lando might've been right about watching them. Meanwhile, Charles has noticed the sweet moment and managed to get his phone out and capture the moment on camera. Not wanting to ruin it, he decides to send it only once they're on the ground.

Eventually Carlos gives up after y/n wins 3 out of 5 games and they settle down into a sleep since it's one of the longer flights of the calendar.

-

Carlos, like many other drivers, rarely posts his relationship online. But there was something in the picture that Charles too, he really saw the sparkle in y/n's eyes.

He knows she loves him and he loves her, but it's one thing to know and say it and another to really see it just in someone's expression.

So he shared the picture along with one of the two of them at dinner which had been taken during the weekend with his usual post-race weekend photo dump.

But at the moment they're just lying in bed, y/n sleeping next to him looking like she's an angel in the white sheets (she insisted the bed sheets must be white, he still doesn't understand), her hair messily strewn around her head. Her lips pouted and so tempting for the man.

There's a brief thought that crosses his mind, wondering if y/n knows he loves her to the same level that she loves him. He wonders if she sees it in the way he looks at her. Sometimes he doesn't control his expression but it usually looks like he's zoned out or like there's no thoughts behind his eyes on those occasions.

He smiles a lot around y/n and he knows he's is happier around her than anyone else.

Y/n eventually shifts in her sleep bringing him back down from his thoughts though she catches him looking at her with those big bambi eyes.

"Good morning." Y/n greets then stretching her limbs a little as she shifts and he reaches over, wrapping his arms around her and grinning as he pulls her forward.

"Good morning, mi amor." Carlos grins holding her tightly while y/n relaxes down against him.

"You're not usually so cuddly in the morning." Y/n jokes though Carlos really is a man who needs coffee and breakfast usually before he wants to even really be spoken to. "Are you fishing for morning sex?"

"No-well I would not say no. But no that is not why I'm hugging you." Carlos laughs making her laugh before she kisses him softly. "You know I love you more than anything else, right?"

"What? Where is this coming from?" Y/n questions now concerned as she sits up straddling him. "Did you break something?"

"No." Carlos sighs realising she's not understanding why he's saying this. "I just see the way you look at me with so much love, and I want to make sure you know I love you just as much-more!-probably more!"

Y/n begins to laugh at his sudden competitiveness to be the one who loves most in the relationship, but also she knows there's an underlying concern that maybe he's not communicated his love for her enough.

"I know exactly how much you love me, and I promise you, there's no doubt about it for me." Y/n assures him with a small laugh then leaning down, gently holding his jaw as she captures him in a long but soft kiss. "Let's get some breakfast, brush teeth, shower and then whatever workout of your choice you would like."

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sainzradio Carlos’ radio during the Australian GP today! Seems like he was in a hurry, huh, @/yourusername? 👀

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username not him being 10th place and complaining that everyones slow 😭😭

username lol someone’s got his priorities straight

username love how sometimes racing is just work for them, and they just wanna finish that shit and go home 😭

username he’s just like me fr

williamsracing Must’ve been a pretty important date night 🤨

carlossainz55 It was 💍

williamsracing DJSKIDISIS WHAT

username LMAOOO NOT WILLIAMS ADMIN LOSING IT

username WAIT I JUST REALIZED WHAT HE MEANS OKG OMG WHAZZZ

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sainzradio Carlos’ first radio after the news of his engagement with Y/N L/N! We think he’s in love, don’t you? 💙

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username singing a bruno mars song and not choosing marry you :(

username the way you can literally HEAR how fucking done Jego is lmao 😭😭😭

carlossainz55 I did get the pole position still, no? ❤️ by author

yourusername Multitasking King ❤️

gaetan.jego DONT encourage him

username imagine carlos sainz being so in love with you he starts singing love songs about it

username i would die

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sainzradio Baku, Q3: We think Carlos’ is getting a little more unhinged every second, but hey, at least he’s starting 4th tomorrow! 🏎️

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username every time i see one of these i think it’s fake, run to google and get the confirmation sainz actually did such fuckery

username truly fucking unhinged about his girl like who says shit like that 😭😭

username The way he says it so dry always kills me 😭😭😭

maxverstappen1 Well at least now I know what GP was laughing about

lando 😂😂 I’m surprised he didn’t tell you immediately

carlossainz55 You guys are horrible people

charles_leclerc Mate you just need to stop saying these things 😂

yourusername You should listen to Charles, baby ❤️

carlossainz55 This is a knife in my back

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sianzradio Carlos Sainz gets pole position in Spain, his home race! 🇪🇸💙

Guess we need to thank you for watching, @/yourusername!

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username LMAOOO jego was PISSED

username The williams team be like: Am I nothing to you???

username Bruh these WAGs need to leave, this shit is getting embarrassing

yourusername No 🥰

carlossainz55 Tell him, cariño 👀

gaetan.jego I give up 😥

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sainzradio Close call in turn 14 in Baku today, as Carlos got distracted and hit the brake too late.

Jego, we stand with you. 😂

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username Carlos: I’m gonna dominate this race. I’m gonna show them what I got. Also Carlos: Oh, look, Y/N. 💥

username how does one even see these signs at 300km/h???!

carlossainz55 I will always see her face, no matter the distance ❤️

lando 🤮🤮🤮

carlossainz55 You’re just jealous mate

lando Oh yeah, true. That must be it.

username MY FUCKING GOD he loves her so much I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

username Carlos simping on main again

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a/n: i actually finished editing this right before i started watching the race in Baku today, and Carlos Sainz podium makes it even better now <3

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The memories of last night are a bit foggy. You recall the feelings of it all more than anything else. Content, warm, addicting feelings that swarm you whenever Carlos pours out his love. It's overwhelming—and it almost feels too good to be true. But another glance at your still-asleep husband gives your brain confirmation that it is true. And he's all yours. Only yours.

You crawl a bit closer to him under the covers because even though you fell asleep in his arms, you must have shifted apart during the night. The few inches between your bodies feels like miles when your only craving is to be closer to him. Thankfully, it's an easy fix. As soon as your cheek nudges against his bare chest and you pull the duvet over you both, you feel at ease again. You'd stay here with him for the rest of the day if you could.

He sighs, awake enough to wrap his arms around you again, but still too sleepy to bring himself to open his eyes. He'll just stay like this for now, basking in the warmth and softness of your bare skin against his. It feels like pure bliss.

"What did I do to deserve this?" you ask after a few minutes, the whispered words getting mumbled against his smooth skin. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Carlos opens his eyes at your second breathless question. His heart soars when you're the first thing to fill his vision. You look like an angel. Sleepy face, drowsy eyes, messy hair, and the peak of your bare collarbones under the covers all sending his brain spinning. He could ask you the same question.

"You're everything to me. Do I have to remind you?"

His response is raspy, laced with the traces of sleep that he shook off mere minutes ago. It sends a shiver down your spine. You snuggle closer to him, soaking in the scent of soap on his skin. He takes a sharp breath when you press a delicate kiss to his collarbone. He's half a second away from flipping you over, caging you under him, and kissing you until you're both breathless. And he's pretty sure that's exactly what you want him to do—take his time kissing you like its the first time he's doing it and not somewhere in the thousands. He'll never get tired of you (or your lips). Not when every kiss is somehow better than the last.

"Remind me again," you mumble.

That's all it takes for Carlos to hook a finger under your chin, lifting your face up enough for him to reach your lips. You're familiar with the taste of his lips. You've spent more time than is truly reasonable kissing him until you're satiated (and even then, it's never really enough). They're soft and plush, just as addicting as the rest of him.

He feels like home—one that you never want to leave. And you're satisfied at the thought that you don't need to leave. Not now, not ever. Carlos has promised you the rest of his life by your side, and together you've turned the page to start a new chapter; one that you know will taste as sweet as him.

lando : oooo she even got the tag😏 glad you’re doing good man!

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alex_albon : bet he’s milking the pain for extra attention from the doc

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dr_ynpiastri : glad you’re feeling better… please stop trying to escape physio 🫡

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↳ lando : DOWN BADDDDD

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username000 : she’s so iconic omg AND she saved our man’s life? AND SHE IS OSCARS TWIN? wife her rn.

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charles_leclerc : volunteering to let yn rearrange my organs next

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—

You were halfway through a stale protein bar in the break room when your pager buzzed. Again.

ER - High priority surgical consult.

30-year-old male, acute abdominal pain, nausea, fever.

You groaned, tossed the rest of the bar in the trash, and grabbed your white coat. Appendicitis, probably. Or food poisoning. Either way, it was shaping up to be another long night.

You pushed through the double doors of the ER and immediately spotted the commotion.

Not because of the patient — but because two people were arguing in rapid Spanish over what sounded like medical decisions neither of them were qualified to make.

“Se lo dije, Carlos! ¡Te dije que no comieras esa carne!”

“Papá, no fue la carne, por el amor de Dios—”

You blinked. The younger man clutching his side looked vaguely familiar. Sharp jaw, tousled hair, designer sweatpants stained with what looked like iced coffee. He was hunched over, clearly in pain — but still arguing.

The older man beside him was pacing dramatically, throwing his hands up.

You glanced at the chart handed to you by the ER nurse.

SAINZ, Carlos.

…Oh.

You sighed.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Piastri. Let’s dial down the family drama for a second and talk about your pain.”

Both men stopped mid-sentence and turned to you. Carlos blinked slowly, eyes wide.

“Are you the surgeon?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“I’m the resident covering consults tonight,” you replied, setting down your clipboard. “But if this is what I think it is, you’re stuck with me until morning. So let’s make it easy for both of us, yeah?”

Carlos gave a weak smile. “I think I’m dying.”

“You’re not.”

“But it really hurts,” he whined, pressing a hand to his lower right abdomen. “Like, I might never drive again.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you said, already snapping on gloves. “Lie back, shirt up. We’re going to do an exam and then get you into imaging.”

Carlos’s father stepped forward. “Are you sure this is appendicitis? He said he had a protein shake earlier, maybe it’s—”

“Mr. Sainz,” you interrupted gently but firmly, “I’m going to take very good care of your son. But right now, I need space to do my job.”

He opened his mouth, paused… then gave you a slow, reluctant nod.

Carlos watched the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes, even through the pain. “Wow. You scared him.”

“I didn’t scare him,” you muttered, palpating his abdomen carefully. “You’re just used to people doing what you want.”

“Ow—there! Right there, oh my God.”

“McBurney’s point tenderness,” you said aloud, nodding to yourself. “Classic presentation.”

“You’re just making up words to distract me.”

“Nope,” you replied, already ordering the CT scan. “I think we’re dealing with a ticking time bomb of an appendix. Good news is, I’ve done this a hundred times. Bad news is, you’re not getting out of here tonight.”

He gave a soft groan and let his head drop back against the pillow. “Perfect. Just what I needed during race prep week.”

You glanced at him. “Race prep?”

“I’m Carlos Sainz,” he said, almost sheepishly.

“I figured that out five minutes ago.”

“Wow, that hurts more than the appendix.”

You smiled despite yourself. “You’ll survive.”

Carlos peered up at you with a boyish grin, even as sweat clung to his brow. “You’re very calm. Most people panic when they see me.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve seen a man try to pull out his own catheter before lunch, so your ego doesn’t really scare me.”

His father stifled a laugh from the corner.

“I like you, doctor,” Carlos murmured as the nurse wheeled his bed toward the CT suite.

You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t flirt with me while you’re actively inflamed.”

He gave a small salute. “I’m a multitasker.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help the twitch of a smile tugging at your lips.

—

You slipped off your surgical cap as you exited the OR, sighing into the quiet hallway. The appendectomy had gone smoothly — standard laparoscopy, no complications, no rupture. Carlos Sainz would live to complain another day.

You scanned the waiting area and spotted Carlos Sainz Sr. still pacing like a man who had just sent his only child to war. He stopped mid-stride when he saw you.

“Doctor,” he said, standing up sharply. “Is he—?”

“He’s fine,” you reassured gently, tugging down your mask. “Appendix is out, no rupture, and he’s in recovery now. You can go see him in about thirty minutes once he’s more awake.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire hour.

“Gracias, doctora,” he said, visibly softening. “Thank you. Truly.”

You gave a tired but sincere smile. “I’m glad I could help. He’s going to be groggy, a little dramatic, maybe emotional.”

“So… normal, then.”

You snorted, and he gave you a knowing smile before stepping aside to make a call.

You were halfway through updating his chart when you heard quick footsteps behind you — sneakers against tile, purposeful but confused.

“Sorry — uh, excuse me, I’m looking for Carlos Sainz? I heard he had surgery?”

You turned around — and froze. Charles Leclerc.

Brown hair slightly tousled, hoodie slung over one shoulder, brows furrowed in genuine concern. You registered the dimples and the eyelashes before you caught yourself staring.

“He’s in post-op,” you said calmly, though your brain was already short-circuiting. “I’m Dr. Piastri. I just did his surgery.”

“You’re—you’re his doctor?” Charles asked, blinking.

“That’s usually what it means when someone wears a white coat,” you replied dryly.

He gave a short, breathy laugh, and then something flickered across his face — realization.

“Wait,” he said, voice low. “Are you… Oscar’s sister?”

You tilted your head. “Yes?”

Charles blinked. “We race together.”

“Oh,” you said, lips twitching into a grin. “Then yes. Twin sister, actually.”

Charles let out a small, dazed laugh. “Merde. That explains a lot.”

You quirked a brow. “Like what?”

“The sarcasm. The whole ‘you terrify me but I want to impress you anyway’ vibe. It’s very… Piastri.”

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips. “Come on. Carlos is probably waking up by now. You can see him — just don’t encourage his nonsense.”

Charles chuckled. “No promises.”

You walked the hallway side-by-side, the silence not uncomfortable but full of energy — like neither of you could stop thinking about what the other had said.

“Do you know if he’s in pain?” Charles asked softly as you neared the recovery suite.

“He’s on the good drugs,” you said with a smirk. “Don’t expect coherent conversation.”

Charles chuckled. “That might be an improvement.”

You pushed open the door to Carlos’ room, where he was propped up on pillows, eyes half-lidded but very much awake — and grinning like a schoolboy when he saw you.

“Mi doctoraaa,” he sang out, voice gravelly and slow. “You came back.”

“I literally just saved your life,” you deadpanned. “Let’s not act like I abandoned you for days.”

“You’re even prettier post-surgery,” he whispered. “And I don’t say that to just any surgeon.”

“She’s Oscar’s twin,” Charles offered, just to see what would happen.

Carlos froze, mid-blink.

“…Oscar Piastri?” he croaked.

“Yes,” you said, smoothing out his chart. “That Oscar.”

Carlos turned his head dramatically. “I’m never going to be allowed to live this down.”

“Especially not when the anesthesia wears off,” you replied sweetly.

Carlos reached out and attempted to grab your hand with surprising determination. “Don’t leave. You’ve got magical hands.”

You fought the smile creeping onto your face and cleared your throat. “Okay. Vitals are good, no fever. You’ll be a bit sore, but the recovery should be smooth.”

Charles choked on a laugh beside you. “You’re high.”

Carlos squinted at him. “You’re just mad I got to her first.”

“She cut you open,” Charles deadpanned.

“And I’ve never felt more alive.”

Carlos sighed dreamily. “Do you do house calls?”

“Not for whiny drivers.”

“She’s so mean,” Carlos muttered. “I love it.”

Charles looked at you, shaking his head. “Can I walk you out? Before he starts quoting poetry or proposing marriage?”

“I’m right here,” Carlos said.

“And that’s the problem,” Charles muttered under his breath.

You fought back a laugh and nodded. “Sure.”

As you stepped into the hallway, Charles glanced over, smiling. “Oscar didn’t mention you were this impressive.”

“He doesn’t like to share the spotlight,” you teased.

Charles raised a brow. “He might have to. You kind of stole mine.”

You paused, looking up at him. “You’re not going to start flirting too, are you?”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said with a shrug. “But now I’m reconsidering.”

You turned to keep walking, but not before he added — casually, like it meant nothing:

“For the record… if Carlos wants to fight for you, he’ll have to go through me.”

—

“Patient is stable, tolerating solid foods, pain under control…”

You scribbled the final notes on Carlos’s discharge summary, tucking the chart under your arm as you pushed open the door to his room one last time. He was already sitting on the edge of the bed in his Ferrari hoodie, swinging his legs like an overgrown kid waiting for recess.

“Doctor,” he said dramatically. “We meet again.”

“You’ve seen me five times today.”

“And yet it’s never enough.”

You rolled your eyes as you scanned the final vitals on the monitor. “You’re all set. Vitals look good. I’m clearing you for discharge. No driving, no training, no heavy lifting for at least a week.”

Carlos put a hand to his heart. “No lifting? How will I carry the weight of my feelings for you?”

You deadpan stared at him. “You can keep that line for some supermodel. Not for your surgeon.”

Before he could reply, there was a quick knock on the door — and in strolled Charles, fresh-faced in a crisp white tee and a leather jacket, sunglasses perched on his head like he was walking into a magazine shoot instead of a hospital room.

“Ready to go, drama king?” Charles asked.

Carlos grinned. “My chariot has arrived.”

You nodded to Charles. “Perfect timing. He’s officially your problem again.”

“I’d rather take you and leave him here,” Charles said smoothly.

You looked between them with an amused shake of your head. “You two are impossible.”

Carlos stood — slowly — wincing a little as he adjusted his posture. “I’ve already packed. Charles just has to carry my stuff. Y’know, since I’m fragile.”

“Very fragile,” you agreed. “Emotionally, especially.”

Charles snorted and picked up Carlos’s overnight bag. “You sure he’s not supposed to stay one more night?”

You handed Carlos a printed packet of aftercare instructions. “As tempting as it is to keep him, I think the nurses are at their limit.”

“I’m charming,” Carlos protested.

“You tried to trade an autograph for extra jello.”

“And it almost worked.”

Charles looked at you, biting back a smile. “Hey, we wanted to ask you something.”

Your brows lifted. “What?”

Carlos straightened, suddenly looking very serious for someone in compression socks. “We have a race in Austria next weekend.”

You blinked. “Okay…”

Charles stepped in. “We were wondering if you’d want to come. As our guest.”

You stared between them.

Carlos shrugged, adding softly, “You kind of saved my life. Least we can do is show you what ours looks like.”

Charles’s voice was a little gentler now. “We know Oscar’s your brother and it might be weird, but… we’d really like you there.”

Your heart did something strange and fluttery in your chest.

You cleared your throat. “You want me at a Formula 1 race?”

“Not as a doctor,” Carlos said, smiling. “Just as you.”

Charles nodded. “Let us show you our world for a bit.”

You hesitated, shifting your weight.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything,” Charles added quickly. “Just sit on the pit wall, hang out. We’ll handle the rest.”

Carlos gave you a boyish grin. “Plus, I’ll behave. Promise. I’ll even stop asking you to take my pulse every time I see you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, fighting a smile.

“But he’s sweet,” Charles said, eyes twinkling.

You exhaled slowly. “Alright. Fine. One race.”

Carlos threw both arms up — and immediately winced. “Victory!”

Charles just looked quietly pleased.

You pointed at Carlos. “Follow your post-op instructions or I’m revoking the invite.”

“Yes, Doctor,” he said with mock solemnity.

You gave them one last smile and turned to leave, but paused in the doorway.

“One condition.”

They both perked up.

“If my brother finds out from anyone but me, I will sedate both of you. Permanently.”

Carlos grinned. “Deal.”

Charles winked. “We’d rather he hear it from you anyway.”

You rolled your eyes and walked out, heat rising to your cheeks — completely unaware that both of them were already planning how to make Austria unforgettable.

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You weren’t entirely sure how it happened — one minute you were doing post-op checks, and the next you were being escorted through the private terminal at Nice Airport, boarding a jet with two overly smug drivers and an overnight bag.

Charles had grabbed your bag before you could stop him, tossing it effortlessly onto the plane. Carlos had already claimed the window seat and was scrolling through a playlist titled For My Favorite Doctor — which, if the brief preview was anything to go by, was just romantic Spanish ballads and ABBA.

“So this is what luxury kidnapping feels like,” you murmured as you climbed aboard.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Charles grinned, helping you into the seat across from him. “We brought snacks.”

Carlos leaned over, holding up a heart-shaped tin. “Gingerbread. For stress relief.”

“That’s for her stress relief?” Charles asked. “You’re the one who made us stop twice before takeoff to check if you packed enough vitamins.”

“She’s a doctor. I’m just trying to impress her with my commitment to recovery,” Carlos said, flashing you a grin. “And charm.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think gingerbread and multivitamins are charming?”

Carlos smirked. “It worked last time.”

Charles rolled his eyes, then turned to you, voice a little softer. “How are you feeling? About the weekend?”

You hesitated. “Nervous. Mostly about seeing Oscar.”

Carlos and Charles exchanged a look.

“Don’t worry,” Charles said, reaching for your hand briefly before pulling back like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “We’ll deal with him. You’re here as our guest.”

“And you can always hide behind me,” Carlos added. “I’m taller. And funnier.”

“I’m a trained surgeon,” you said dryly. “I think I’ll survive a passive-aggressive twin moment.”

Still, their protectiveness made your chest flutter.

Once in the air, the three of you settled into an easy rhythm — a game of cards, some music, laughter spilling between sips of espresso and quiet looks that lasted just a beat too long.

At one point, Charles dozed off, slouched comfortably in the seat next to yours, head tilted toward your shoulder. Carlos gave you a look from across the aisle.

“You’re letting him sleep on you already?” he teased. “He didn’t even buy you coffee.”

You whispered back, “He carried my bag. It’s called balance.”

Carlos snorted. “I would’ve carried you.”

The heat rose to your cheeks before you could stop it. You turned toward the window.

Outside, the sky was cotton-candy pink and gold. Inside, the air was charged in a way you didn’t quite know how to name — soft, and slow-burning, and somehow safe.

Charles shifted slightly in his sleep, his fingers brushing yours, and you glanced across at Carlos — who was watching you with a smile that said he saw everything and didn’t mind one bit.

You were heading into unfamiliar territory — race weekends, your brother’s disapproval, and a whole world of feelings that you definitely didn’t have time for. But in that quiet moment, above the clouds with both of them beside you, it didn’t feel like pressure. It just felt like possibility.

—

Oscar was not easily rattled. He’d raced in downpours, survived backmarkers on cold tires, and been media trained since he was twelve.

But nothing — nothing — could have prepared him for the betrayal that unfolded in front of the McLaren hospitality unit on Friday morning.

“Mate,” Lando whispered from beside him, tapping his elbow. “Don’t look now, but I think your sister’s defected.”

Oscar turned — and his soul left his body. There you were. In full Ferrari gear. Cropped red team polo. Black sunglasses. Laughing — laughing — at something Carlos said while Charles handed you a water bottle like he’d been doing it his whole life.

You were standing between them like it was the most normal thing in the world. Carlos had one hand on your lower back. Charles kept leaning in way too close when he spoke. You looked… happy. Oscar blinked. Slowly.

“No,” he said flatly. “Nope.”

“Wow,” Lando muttered, clearly delighted. “She even has the drivers. That’s commitment.”

Oscar stormed across the paddock like a man on a mission. The kind of mission that involved calling your mother and possibly hiring a private investigator.

“YN,” he called, voice sharp.

You turned around, mid-laugh, and froze. “Oh. Hey, Oscar.”

Carlos and Charles both smiled — like they weren’t standing there with full intent to ruin your twin’s emotional stability.

Oscar blinked again. “Are you seriously wearing red? In public?”

You looked down at your shirt. “It’s a good color on me.”

“You’re my twin. You’re supposed to be neutral!”

Carlos shrugged. “She looks great. I encouraged it.”

Charles added, very helpfully, “It was my idea, actually.”

Oscar turned to you, eyes narrowed. “You said you were just visiting.”

“I am,” you said innocently.

“With them?” He gestured wildly. “Together?!”

Carlos grinned. “Technically, she flew in with us.”

Charles smirked. “And stayed at the same hotel.”

Oscar looked like he was about to explode. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m not sleeping with them,” you said.

Silence.

Carlos looked at Charles. Charles raised an eyebrow.

“…yet,” you added under your breath.

Oscar threw his hands in the air.

Lando, from behind him, burst out laughing. “This is the best day of my life.”

“You’re both older than me,” Oscar ranted at Carlos and Charles. “This is weird. This is criminal. You’re both criminals.”

Carlos patted his shoulder. “Relax, hermano. She’s in good hands.”

Oscar glared. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Oscar—”

“Nope,” he said, stepping back. “I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I’m going to pretend none of this is happening.”

He turned on his heel and stormed off, mumbling something about changing his last name and “family betrayal.” You looked at Carlos and Charles, who both looked smug.

“Was that too much?” you asked.

Charles smiled. “Absolutely not.”

Carlos grinned. “I’ve never been more in love.”

—

The car that picked you up from the hotel wasn’t red or flashy. It was understated. Elegant. Private. The kind of quiet wealth that didn’t need to shout.

Carlos opened the door with a wink. “Mademoiselle.”

Charles slid over to make room. “You’re late. We’ve been spiraling.”

“You were literally ten minutes early,” you laughed.

“You said to dress like trouble,” you added, sliding in between them. “I needed time to live up to that.”

Carlos looked you up and down — slowly, reverently — then turned to Charles. “We’re in trouble.”

They took you to a tucked-away restaurant outside the city. No fans. No noise. Just warm lights, string music playing faintly, and a private terrace reserved just for the three of you.

The view stretched over vineyards and rolling hills. Lanterns flickered softly on the table.

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this is—”

“Too much?” Charles asked, suddenly shy.

“Perfect,” you said, before he could second-guess.

Carlos pulled out your chair, grinning. “We weren’t sure if you liked grand gestures.”

“I’m a surgeon,” you said, eyes twinkling. “My entire life is pressure. This? This is nice.”

Dinner was soft and slow — three courses, too much wine, Carlos feeding you a bite of dessert like he wasn’t being a menace about it, Charles tracing little patterns on the back of your hand when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

At one point, you caught both of them watching you at the same time. Not in a creepy way. Just… intent.

Like they couldn’t believe you were real.

“What?” you asked, smiling.

Carlos leaned back in his chair. “We’ve liked you since the hospital.”

Charles added, “And we don’t usually do this. Together.”

“Date people?” you asked, heartbeat quickening.

“Fall this hard,” Carlos said quietly.

You blinked.

Silence sat between you, warm and full of something.

“I didn’t expect this,” you admitted.

Charles leaned in, voice gentle. “Does that mean you don’t want it?”

You looked at him. At Carlos. At the candlelight reflecting in both of their eyes.

“I think,” you said slowly, “that I want everything this could be.”

Carlos reached for your hand. Charles reached for the other. And just like that — without fanfare or labels— you realized—You were already theirs.

—

You woke up warm. The kind of warm that came not just from the sun filtering in through hotel curtains, but from the bodies tucked on either side of you — your boys, still half-asleep, breathing slow and steady like nothing else existed.

Carlos was curled in behind you, one arm slung lazily over your waist, his fingers still faintly twitching like he’d fallen asleep mid-thought. Charles was sprawled on the other side, shirtless and sun-kissed, his hand resting just above your knee where it had been all night — like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.

You blinked blearily at the soft light dancing across the sheets, trying to remember what time it was. What day. If the world outside this bed still existed. Then Charles stirred.

He made a soft, gravelly noise in his throat and peeked one eye open, smile blooming the moment he saw you watching him.

“Good morning, trouble,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you said softly, voice still sleep laced.

Carlos nuzzled into your neck from behind. “You’re both too loud,” he mumbled, and you felt his smile against your skin. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago,” you murmured, running a lazy hand through his hair.

“That was before you moved and took the blanket with you,” he groaned.

Charles shifted, pushing himself up on one elbow to look at you fully. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded, glancing between them. “I think I forgot what sleeping through the night felt like.”

Carlos hummed behind you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your shoulder. “Must be the company.”

Charles leaned in too, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or the mattress. But I’m going to pretend it was us.”

The three of you laid there for a while, wrapped in the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. It wasn’t awkward or heavy. It just… was. Safe. Golden. Real.

“You know this is going to cause a meltdown when Oscar finds out, right?” you said eventually, one eyebrow raised.

Charles grinned. “Pretty sure he already suspects something. He side-eyed me in the paddock yesterday like I kicked his puppy.”

Carlos chuckled, voice still hoarse. “He saw me barely touch you and audibly groaned.”

“Should we tell him?” you asked.

Carlos snorted. “Let him suffer.”

Charles shrugged. “Maybe not today.”

You sighed, letting your head fall back on the pillow between them. “So what happens now?”

Carlos leaned over and kissed your temple. “Now?”

Charles smiled, lacing his fingers with yours under the covers.

“We take things slow,” he murmured. “And eat breakfast.”

Carlos grinned. “And then maybe kiss you again.”

You rolled your eyes. “You guys suck at slow.”

“Good thing you like fast,” Carlos said, pulling you closer.

And as Charles kissed your shoulder and you sank further into the sheets between them, you realized something— You really, really did.

—

The hotel room was quiet — warm with sunlight and lazy laughter. You were tucked beneath Charles’ hoodie, perched on the edge of the bed with Carlos beside you, flipping through room service options and making a dramatic case for ordering chocolate croissants. Charles was sprawled out across the pillows, bare-chested and half-asleep, casually reaching for your hand while scrolling through his phone.

It was peaceful. Until the door opened. Not knocked. Opened.

Oscar stepped inside with the exact energy of a man who had seen just enough on social media to give him a bad feeling, walked down the hallway silently stewing in it, and decided he was going to address it without raising his voice — because that would be too easy.

You blinked. “Oscar—?”

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like he was performing a forensics sweep. He blinked. Once. Slowly.

“Right,” he said flatly. “This is what we’re doing now.”

Carlos sat up a little straighter. “Mate—”

Oscar held up a hand. “Don’t. I already know what you’re going to say. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’” He paused. “Except it is. Exactly what it looks like.”

Charles smiled sheepishly. “Good morning?”

Oscar’s gaze slid to you. “You said you were staying with friends.”

“I am.”

“Friends with benefits?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

Carlos muttered, “She’s staying with us.”

Oscar nodded once. “So just to confirm—my twin sister is dating the both of you. My competition.”

Charles tilted his head. “Dating is a strong word.”

You glared. “Charles.”

“Okay. Romantically engaging with,” Charles corrected.

Oscar blinked again. “So. Stronger than dating. Perfect.”

You stood up, setting your coffee on the bedside table. “Oscar. I was going to tell you.”

“I figured it out,” he said coolly, “the red kind of gave it away.”

Carlos tried to help. “She looked great in red.”

Oscar stared at him. “Don’t speak.”

Charles raised a hand halfway. “For what it’s worth, we like her. A lot.”

“I can tell,” Oscar deadpanned. “You’re both shirtless.”

You stepped closer. “I’m not asking you to love this. But… I’d like you to respect it.”

Oscar looked at you for a long moment — and for the first time, you saw a flicker of soft underneath all the dry sarcasm.

He exhaled. “Are you happy?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I really am.”

He glanced between you, Carlos, and Charles — all clearly besotted and clearly unprepared for Piastri Family Drama.

Finally, he said— “Okay.”

You blinked. “Wait. That’s it?”

“I’ll still hate it,” Oscar clarified. “But I’ll hate it quietly. In therapy.”

Carlos snorted. “We can take you out for lunch. Try to win you over.”

Oscar turned toward the door. “Don’t push your luck. I’m already picturing the team WhatsApp chat imploding.”

Charles called after him, “Text us if you want a croissant!”

Oscar didn’t turn around. “Text her. I’ve blocked both of you.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Carlos exhaled. “Honestly? That could’ve gone way worse.”

Charles nodded. “I expected at least one death threat.”

You sighed, flopping back onto the bed between them.

“He’s not mad,” you mumbled.

Carlos kissed your temple. “He’ll come around.”

Charles kissed your shoulder. “He already has. In his own Oscar way.”

And as the sunlight streamed in again, warm and easy and full of something real — you believed it.

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The second you stepped into your childhood home, it smelled like eucalyptus, coffee, and impending chaos. Carlos had barely crossed the threshold before he was wrapped in a hug by your mum Nicole — warm, effortlessly elegant in linen, and already in full “I’ve adopted you” mode.

“Carlos, darling! Look at you — you’re glowing!”

Carlos blinked. “I think that’s just sunscreen—”

“Nonsense. It’s love.”

Nicole turned to Charles. “And you, you look like you haven’t had a proper meal in weeks.”

Charles smiled awkwardly. “I’ve been training.”

“Not here you’re not. You’re getting fed. Sit down. You both look like neglected greyhounds.”

You turned to Oscar, who was leaning in the kitchen doorway sipping a flat white, expression unreadable.

“You good?” you asked.

He took a long sip. “I’m fine. Just waiting for the girls to eat them alive.”

“Speaking of,” came a loud voice from the hallway. “IS THAT CHARLES LECLERC IN OUR LIVING ROOM?!”

You groaned. “Oh no.”

Edie burst in wearing pajamas and sunglasses like she was in a music video. Behind her were Mae and Hattie.

Charles stood awkwardly, offering a soft, “Bonjour,” as Edie dramatically gasped.

“This is the best day of my life,” she said.

“Are they taller in person?” Mae asked, circling Carlos with a squint.

“I thought Carlos would be beefier,” Hattie whispered — loudly.

Carlos looked at you, eyes wide. “Are they always like this?”

You grinned. “This is them being polite.”

Nicole clapped her hands. “Alright, alright! Everyone sit down for lunch. I’ve made grilled prawns, roast veggies, and pavlova.”

Charles leaned in and whispered, “What’s pavlova?”

Oscar snorted from the corner. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

—

You sat between Carlos and Charles, trying to referee as your sisters grilled them like it was a televised panel.

“Wait, so are you both dating her?” Edie asked, pointing between the three of you with a fork.

Carlos gave a warm, shameless grin. “Sí.”

Charles nodded, sipping water. “We are.”

Nicole blinked. “Well. That explains the Instagram stories.”

Oscar muttered, “I told you all.”

Hattie looked at you. “So… how does that work? Do you alternate days? Like a meal plan?”

“Is there a schedule?” Mae asked. “Because I have a whiteboard in my room and I could design one.”

Carlos nearly choked on a prawn.

Charles turned pink. “Non—no schedule. We just… exist.”

“Emotionally or physically?” Edie asked. “I just want to know how invested I should be.”

“You’re too invested,” you said, mouth full of salad.

Nicole leaned in. “As long as they treat you well, I don’t mind if you date the entire Ferrari pit crew.”

Oscar sighed. “Please don’t give her ideas.”

—

Later that evening, the sun had started to dip low and golden over the backyard. Your sisters were playing with an old cricket bat, and your mum was pouring wine while Charles helped her slice peaches for dessert.

Carlos sat beside you on the back porch steps, watching your family with soft, unreadable eyes.

“They’re amazing,” he said.

You smiled. “They’re a lot.”

“They love you so much.”

You glanced at him. “Is that intimidating?”

He looked over, his hand finding yours without thinking. “It’s everything.”

Behind you, Charles came out with a bowl of peaches and meringue and sat on your other side, stretching his legs with a sigh.

“She told me I needed to eat more fruit,” he said.

“She’s right,” you teased.

He rested his head briefly on your shoulder. “I like it here.”

Oscar poked his head out the screen door. “Dinner’s ready. Mum says if you don’t come in now, she’ll hide your passports.”

Carlos stood up with a groan. “She means it.”

Charles grinned and held out a hand to help you up. “Honestly? I’m okay staying here forever.”

And as you looked back at your sisters yelling nonsense in the backyard, your mum setting plates inside, Oscar begrudgingly accepting the fact that he now has two brother in laws.

—

You woke up to silence. And considering the house had been at full-blown chaos levels every day since you landed in Sydney, silence was suspicious.

You padded downstairs in Charles’ hoodie and Carlos’ socks, hair a mess and mascara still half-smudged from the night before.

The kitchen was empty. So was the back patio. You checked your phone.

One message from Carlos

out for a ride with oscar. wish me luck. if he pushes me into traffic tell my mother i died brave.

One from Charles

your mum insisted i needed new shirts. she’s frightening. i love her. see you soon 😌

You blinked. Then blinked again.

“Charles is shopping with Mum and Oscar is voluntarily outside with Carlos,” you muttered aloud.

“I know,” Edie said, suddenly appearing behind you with a bagel and a mischievous glint in her eye. “We’re in the upside-down.”

Mae appeared next, holding a mug. “Oscar left at 6am. He said, and I quote, ‘If I’m going to survive this relationship, I may as well try to understand the Mediterranean menace.’”

“Carlos brought sunscreen and protein bars,” Hattie added, swinging her legs over the kitchen counter. “He said it was ‘a bonding adventure.’”

You blinked again. “He’s been trying to bond with Oscar for weeks.”

Mae sipped her tea. “He’s determined. Like a man trying to tame a very grumpy wildcat.”

You shook your head, grabbed a banana from the counter, and leaned against the island. “And Charles went shopping?”

“With Mum,” Edie said. “Who’s currently lecturing him about the dangers of thin European collars and the importance of linen.”

“Mum has got that man on a leash,” Hattie said proudly. “It’s beautiful to witness.”

You sighed. “So I’m the only one not being emotionally terrorized this morning?”

“For now,” Mae said, then perked up. “Actually—now that you mention it…”

“Oh no,” you groaned.

All three sisters turned to you with matching grins.

“Sooo,” Edie started, climbing up on the bench beside you. “What’s it like? Dating two extremely hot, disgustingly romantic F1 drivers?”

“And does it ever get awkward?” Hattie asked. “Like do they ever get competitive over who makes you coffee faster?”

“Or who’s the better cuddler,” Mae added. “Because statistically, it’s probably Charles, but Carlos looks like he’d commit to it like it’s a sport.”

You blinked. “Why are you all like this?”

“You knew what you were walking into,” Edie said, biting her bagel.

You sighed, cheeks warm. “It’s… really good. Honestly. Surprisingly normal.”

“Normal?” Mae raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” you amended. “Emotionally chaotic, logistically confusing, but like… gentle. They take care of me. They take care of each other. It works. I don’t know how, but it does.”

“Have they said the L-word?” Edie asked casually.

You choked on your banana. “What?!”

Mae leaned in. “Oh my god. They have.”

“Both?” Hattie gasped. “At the same time? In unison?!”

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate all of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Edie sang, tossing you a scrunchie.

Before they could ask another question, the front door opened.

Oscar walked in first, dripping with sweat, helmet under his arm, and a thousand-yard stare in his eyes.

“Carlos talks so much,” he muttered. “And he waved at every single cyclist we passed.”

Carlos appeared behind him, glowing with joy, sunglasses still on. “Your brother has great cardio! We did 40 kilometers!”

Oscar collapsed face-first onto the couch. “I saw God. She told me to leave this family immediately.”

Carlos winked at you. “He loves me now. We’re bonded.”

You grinned. “You didn’t die. I’m impressed.”

Edie stood up, clapping slowly. “Ladies and gentlemen, the bromance of the year.”

“Did you survive Nicole’s fashion bootcamp?” Mae asked, just as Charles walked in, holding a paper bag and looking both dazed and delighted.

“I now own four linen shirts and three jars of local honey,” he said. “And I think your mum called me her ‘golden boy.’”

“I did,” Nicole said from behind him, breezing into the kitchen like she hadn’t just emotionally dismantled a Monegasque man in a boutique. “Now—who’s ready for brunch?”

You looked at your chaos family — Oscar groaning on the couch, your sisters mid-giggle, Charles trying to hand out honey, Carlos air-kissing Nicole on the cheek — and your chest felt full in the best, brightest way.

This was what love looked like in your life.

Loud. Warm. A little bit too much.

And absolutely perfect.

—

The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting golden streaks across the waves and turning the whole coastline into a watercolor painting.

Further up the beach, your family had set up an over-the-top basecamp of umbrellas, towels, snacks, and sunhats — Hattie buried to her waist in sand, Mae snapping film photos of the horizon, Edie quietly eating a mango, and Nicole reading a book with sunglasses perched on her head. Oscar was pretending not to eavesdrop on every conversation happening near him while sipping something cold and judgmental.

But down by the water — where the tide lapped gently over your ankles and the sky had softened to lavender — it was just the three of you.

Charles was sitting in the sand, legs stretched out in front of him, wet curls sticking to his forehead as he leaned back on his elbows. Carlos stood ankle-deep in the water beside you, holding your hand loosely in his, drawing tiny shapes into your skin with his thumb.

For once, no one was talking.

It was just waves and seabirds and the occasional sound of children laughing further down the beach.

You took a breath — big and deep — letting it fill your lungs, then exhale slow.

Carlos looked over at you. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… soaking it in.”

Charles sat up properly now, brushing the sand off his arms. “You’ve gone quiet,” he said gently.

You smiled. “I’m not used to everything feeling okay all at once.”

Carlos squeezed your hand. “It’s okay to let it feel that way.”

“I know. It’s just…” you looked back over your shoulder at your family, all pretending not to watch you while very clearly watching you. “They’ve never seen me like this. Soft.”

Charles leaned forward, voice soft. “You’ve always been soft. You’ve just never had space to be soft.”

You blinked, heart twisting at how easily he said it. Like it was fact.

Carlos let go of your hand just long enough to walk up behind you, pressing a kiss to the top of your shoulder, arms winding around your waist.

“They love seeing you like this,” he murmured. “We love seeing you like this.”

You turned to glance at them — your chaotic, protective, beautiful family all trying so hard not to intrude. Nicole had subtly lowered her book to peek over the top. Mae held her camera up like she might snap a shot but didn’t want to ruin the moment. Oscar was watching with that unreadable expression again — but this time, there was something gentler behind it.

“He’s not glaring,” you muttered, squinting at your brother.

Carlos grinned. “It’s a start.”

Charles stood now, brushing off his shorts, and walked over to you. His hand reached for your cheek, thumb brushing just beneath your eye.

“Tu es chez toi ici,” he whispered. You’re home here.

And you were. Right there, wrapped between a kiss on your temple from Carlos, a sun-warmed look from Charles, and the quiet hum of your family behind you — you felt it. Peace. Wholeness. Love. Maybe not traditional. Maybe not simple. But absolutely, completely yours. And as the sun slipped lower on the horizon, your mum turned to Edie with a small smile.

“She’s finally safe,” she said softly.

And even Oscar didn’t disagree.

The morning starts with a wave of nauseous and I close my eyes again, trying to take deep breaths through my nose to calm my upset stomach. Not now. I say in my mind over and over again as a mantra. Wait at least until he is on his run. When I am throwing up now, I will have to tell him what's wrong, not being able to lie to him. Finding out I am pregnant while he was away for a race wasn't what I expected, but I am kind of liking the thought now. Well, apart from those spiralling thoughts in my head, which are freaking out about his reaction. Later, I tell myself. When he was out for his run and when I no longer feel like throwing up my empty stomach.

"Good morning." Carlos's voice is rough with sleep, and he leans over me to press a soft kiss onto my cheek. I hum, more sounding like a groan and immediately, there is a bit of worry in Carlos's voice.

"You okay?" He asks, fingers finding my forehead to check for my temperature and I pry one of my eyes open. "Not really." I sound how I feel, probably looking miserably pale as well.

"Want to stay in bed for a bit longer?" Carlos offers, because usually we would eat something together before his run. "Yeah." I close my eyes again and cuddle myself deeper into the blanket while Carlos leaves the bed.

"I'll get you some tea." He promises. "Thank you."

Carlos gets me my tea, and I manage to take a few sips from it without upsetting my stomach even more. I can hear him leave for his run and mentally start to prepare for the conversation. We had the talk about kids, but never specifically about when we want them. Just that we can see ourselves as parents one day. Carlos returns, I can hear the shower and know I don't have much time left, my heart starts beating faster.

"Feeling better?" Carlos asks when he comes back into the bedroom, hair slightly wet and dressed in some comfy clothes. "Yeah, thanks for the tea." I thank him again, because it certainly helped.

"Mind if I join you?" He stands at the end of the bed like I am going to forbid him from entering, but I just pat on the mattress beside me. "Come in."

Carlos joins me, his head lying on my lap and my fingers find their way into his hair automatically. He hums under my touch and closes his eyes, relaxing in my lap while I gather enough courage to speak up, just one last deep breath and I blurt out.

"I have to tell you something."

"Is it bad?" Carlos opens his eyes again to look at me with a worried gaze.

"Probably depends on who you ask." I shrug my shoulders, because it is true. Depending on who you ask, someone being pregnant is the worst news they can get.

"You are scaring me." He sits up, so that he is at eye level with me, and I can feel my heartbeat quicken. Maybe that wasn't the best approach, but now I have to pull through.

"You know I wasn't feeling well over the last few weeks, and I finally went to the doctor to check." I explain and then I feel the tears gather in my eyes. Trying to blink them away only does so much and then Carlos's hands are on my face, softly cradling my cheeks for comfort.

"Hey, don't cry. If you cry, I will as well. Just as a warning." He says with a gentle tone, and I can totally see the panic in his eyes. Probably, he thinks I have some disease or something. Without thinking further, I just say it.

"I'm pregnant."

"You..." Carlos says, eyes widening in surprise, but I keep talking "Around nine weeks along." I tell him and can see his thoughts running, doing the mental math.

"But you got your period last month." He sounds confused, just as I was during my doctor's exam. "Can happen, especially in the early stages." I tell him what the doctors said, because I wasn't aware of the fact that there can be a period during a pregnancy.

"But...but everything is, okay?" His voice is small and I quickly spring into action, not wanting him to worry even more. "Yeah, healthy little bloop." I tell him and even though a light smile appears on his lips, he starts to sniffle softly.

"Carlos." I try to look at his face, but he turns his head away. "I'm not crying." He says, hand rubbing over his eyes. "Oh, Carlos." I mutter and close the distance, pulling him into a hug. He leans into it, arms wrapping around me to hold me close to his chest.

"We are going to be parents." Carlos whispers like the realisation is slowly setting in and I can't hold back the smile when I say. "The best ones."

"You think." Carlos asks, voice slightly dreamy like he is already imagining us with a mini person, and I could get used to that image in my head. "Of course." I promise and his embrace gets even tighter.

"Do you have ultrasound pictures?" He suddenly asks, head pulling back slightly to look at me and I smile at his eagerness. "Yeah, in my bag." I confirm and his smile is so bright, before faltering slightly.

"When is the next appointment? Can I make it with the races? Oh god, what if it is coming while I am racing?" And he is spiralling. I laugh lightly while cupping his cheeks. "Carlos." I say his name and he looks at me with those worried eyes. "Breathe." I instruct him and he does take a deep breath.

"Sorry, started to panic there." Carlos admits softly. "Didn't even notice." I tease him and he huffs at my words.

"Everything is going to be fine. I promise." I reassure him and Carlos sighs deeply. "It just feels so unreal. A tiny human is growing in your belly." His eyes focus on my lower belly and I grab his hand, gently placing it where the baby is growing.

While Carlos tried to get through an eventful free practise, Y/N was currently hunched over in the hospitality, excusing herself from a conversation, she had zoned out of a long time ago.

She walked into Carlos's driver's room and found a comfortable corner to curl up in after confirming her periods hadn't started yet. After a painkiller and some warm water, she fell asleep.

She only woke up when Carlos softly shook her, "Let's go home" he softly pulled her up. "Don't you have another session" she asked groggily, "Just got done" he kissed her forehead. Y/N tried to get up when she felt that familiar gush, fuck, it's here; she thought. She quickly excused herself; only to find out that she had stained through her pants. Carlos was waiting out with his jacket in hand. He quietly walked towards her and wrapped it around her waist. "Let's go. We'll have some soup and cake at the hotel" he spoke, guiding her out.

She had stopped asking how Carlos always knew what she wanted. He would always be prepared for everything. He had all her necessary items back at the hotel. She was currently curled up next to Carlos in his t-shirt with a tub of ice cream in hand. She fell asleep soon after with a warm hand massaging her lower tummy.

The next 2 days felt like a blur of pain, painkiller and bleeding. She tried to be there for Carlos as much as she could be. After Carlos finished in the best position this season yet; she got too excited and jumped into his arms when she felt herself recoil a little in pain. "I get you're excited but you come first" Carlos mumbled into her ear as he buried his head in her neck. "eww, you're sweaty" she scrunched her nose. "Nothing a nice long warm bath can't fix" he smirked. "Sainz" she blushed while pushing him away.