REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[2] - [Mick Schumacher]

A/N: for coffeeandblueberries (just imagine that photo and him wearing glasses, I bet he'd look soooo cute)

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2. "Those glasses are adorable on you"

You had sighed deeply this morning when Mick told you it was going to be a press day here at his apartment close to Norwich, where the Haas F1 team was based. It meant that he would be occupied by his press officers and manager all day and you couldn't enter the living room, where he was seated, because they might be making pictures or were in the middle of an interview. You understood for sure, however these were the final days you had Mick at home with you before he was going to travel to Bahrain for testing and not much later the start of his first Formula 1 season. You were sure the weeks were going to be long and Mick was discussing with his team if it would be alright, mediawise and COVID-19 wise, if you could join him to Imola, a circuit that was emotionally valuable to him and the history of his family. While nothing was confirmed, you were already counting down the days to that moment.

You had been out for some part of the day, doing a couple groceries and just keeping yourself busy meanwhile. You had gotten some glances of Mick while he was training outside and in the garden. How his physique had changed in the past year never failed to amaze you. When you got to know him, he was just a tall and skinny guy, however his body had changed and he had bulked up, broad shoulders and a firm neck and those strong arms you loved to be embraced by. Mick was doing some sponsored posts on his Instagram for Under Armour as well, a collaboration and sponsorship you had blessed from the start, because you received (claimed) like fifty percent of the sweaters that were send to him and Mick never minded it anyway, he loved seeing you wearing his stuff. At the end of the day, Mick was told to look over the interview questions and answers that had been typed out, he would give the permission for it to be published in a few weeks time.

You noticed he had gone into the study, seated behind his desk while wearing a blue/grey-ish training sweater from Under Armour, one of his hands supporting his chin and he was wearing the glasses he sometimes wore at the end of a tiring, long day. Mick's brows were furrowed together as his eyes glided over the screen and it took him a moment to notice you in the doorway. Mick's face lit up when he saw you and your heart melted in your chest at the look in his eyes. "Hey, love," Mick muttered, shoving his chair slightly back as you approached him. "Hi," you hummed in response. "I just need to read this over quickly and I'll be done," Mick said and you nodded. "I wanted to make some lasagna tonight," you said, moving closer towards him and he gladly took you into his lap. "Can't wait," he groaned, feeling his stomach rumble at even the thought of the Italian dish, making you laugh softly.

You looked into his bright eyes, feeling your skin heat up under his warm touch and you loved the way his hands slotted around your waist. "These glasses are adorable on you," you said. "Are they?" Mick hummed and you nodded in confirmation. "You're adorable," he replied. "And gorgeous," he continued. "I'm so lucky to have you. " "Okay, that's enough," you laughed, making him offer you a boyish grin. "No, really. You coped so well with last season and I think we will make it through this one as well. People don't realize how much girlfriends give up for their drivers each time we leave to another destination," Mick said and you could feel him leaning into the palm of your hand when you cupped his cheek. "You know, you should wear these glasses more often, you seem to say such intelligent things when you wear them." Mick started to laugh at what you said, tickling your waist in response.

"I love you," you said, causing his smile to widen as his arms curled tighter around you. "I love you more, princess." You leaned down to kiss him, feeling your heart flutter while you pecked his lips a couple times. "I'm headed downstairs to start dinner, alright?" You mentioned and he barely let go of you. "Can't you just stay here for a little longer?" Mick said, holding onto your hands while you got off his lap. "Read with me," he said, pulling you into his lap again, this time pulling your back into his chest, one of his arms curled around your waist. Mick pressed a soft kiss to your neck. You read the answers he had given to different questions and you felt so proud of the smart and wise answers. You were sure he would do amazing this season and you couldn't wait to live his Formula 1 dream by his side.