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Positive - Pierre Gasly

The first time you need to run to the bathroom because of the nausea is when you're sitting in your apartment one morning watching Pierre's race on TV. When you've cleaned yourself up the feeling goes away almost instantly confusing you as you keep watching the race. You tell yourself that it's something you ate the night before with your friends. The nausea is forgotten when the race ends and Pierre lands on the podium in second place, making you smile while hugging a pillow close to your chest looking forward to seeing your boyfriend of three years later that night.

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A few days pass so any worries you had about being sick went to the back of your mind as you continued working for the marketing firm that has kept your around since you finished school. You scare Pierre early one morning when you jump out of bed because of the nauseous feeling, emptying the contents of your stomach in the bathroom, his hand rubbing your back gently while he also holds your hair back. When you're done you sit back, "Y/N est-tu correcte?" you sigh at his question, "I think so" you reply in English avoiding his eyes, "what aren't you telling me chérie?" he asks while tilting your chin towards him, "this maybe might not be the first time it's happened" you murmur while peering up at the Frenchman, he brings you closer concern on his face, "it was last weekend, I was watching the race and all of a sudden nausea" you add. Pierre sighs pressing a soft kiss to your forehead letting his lips linger there, "you should've told me" he murmurs, "I didn't want to worry you especially if it wasn't anything serious" you reply while playing with his hand which is holding yours, "how do you know it wasn't serious Y/N?" You open your mouth to respond but realize that you DON'T KNOW if it was anything serious, "shit, what if it is something worse" you mumble making him pull away slightly to look at you.

"Ne t'inquiète pas mon amour" you squeeze his hand trying not to overthink the situation, "viens avec moi, on y vas dehors" you nod at him before he gently brings you to your feet. The nausea is non existent as you change out of your pjs, you quickly brush your teeth and pull a brush through your hair. Pierre takes your hand as you leave the little apartment you share, stepping outside makes you relax and you take a deep breath smiling. "Much better" you say and he brings his arm across your shoulders pulling you to his side as the two of you walk down the sidewalk, "if this keeps happening you need to go to a doctor" the Frenchman tells you, you nod while biting your lip, "yeah I will" he smiles and you fall into a comfortable silence for the rest of the walk.

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The next morning at 3am you go through the same nausea, Pierre by your side like the previous morning. "Ma chérie" he says softly while he rubs your back, you sigh sitting back, "je sais, je vais aller" you reply in French. He kisses your temple gently before lifting you off the floor to bring you back to bed. "Je t'aime" you smile at his statement curling into him, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours later you're putting on your favourite converse sneakers, a purse slung across your body. "You don't have to come" you tell Pierre who grabs his car keys, "I want to mon amour, I want to know just as much as you why you're feeling this way" he replies with a smile. His reassuring words make you smile, not knowing if you would be able to do this by yourself, he must see that in your eyes because he takes your hand squeezing it, "toujours ici pour toi" you smile and he presses a light kiss to your lips before pulling you out the door. 

"Alright Ms. Y/L/N i'm going to ask you some questions first" you nod at the doctor twiddling your fingers nervously your eyes flicking to Pierre who is sitting nearby. "When was your last period?" she asks, you freeze at the question your eyes widening, you mentally calculate according the present date feeling the panic when you realize that you're late. "I-I-I'm, It was supposed to be..." you start to say while looking at the nice lady, who looks at you concerned, "hey it's going to be okay, let's get you to do a pregnancy test and we'll go from there" you look over at Pierre who is looking down at his hands. "Y/N" your gaze goes back to the doctor, "i'll be back with a test, sit tight" you nod giving her a small smile before watching her leave the room. When she shuts the door you cover your face with your hands not knowing if you want to shout or cry, "chérie" you shake your head keeping your face hidden, "please" he adds while bringing his fingers to your wrists. The gentle touch makes you relax, letting Pierre pull your hands away, you look into his blue eyes seeing nothing but love in them, "no matter what that test says i'll be by your side for it all" your eyes tear up, "but-" he shakes his head pressing his finger against your lips, "non, je t'aime Y/N" you nod gently making him kiss your head. "Ready Y/N" you look over your boyfriend's shoulder to see the doctor watching with a smile on her face, you nod and she leads you to the bathroom handing you the test. 

The longest wait of your life ends with the sound of your phone alarm, you take a deep breath standing up to grab the test. You quickly leave the bathroom going back to the examination room, you avoid looking at the result as you walk in shutting the door behind you. Pierre stands up quickly approaching you, "I wanted to be with you when I looked" you say nervously, he gently brushes your hair behind your ear, "okay ready?" he asks, you bite your lip but nod. The French Formula 1 driver looks down then you do, your eyes seeing the positive. Pierre lets out a nervous chuckle, "we're going to be parents" you look up at him seeing his wide eyes, "I guess we are" he pulls you into a hug his lips touching your forehead. Tears roll down your cheeks as you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, "I'm so sorry" you say through your tears, he tenses up quickly pulling away his eyes moving down to you, "Y/N you know that I want kids" he tells you while moving his hands to cradle your face his thumbs swiping away your tears, "but you're right at the start of your career, and this is going to be a distraction" he quickly presses his lips to yours cutting you off. You relax into your boyfriend not remembering your fears for a few seconds, he pulls away slowly, "tu n'est pas un distraction, je t'aime et cette enfant vas être la meilleure chose dans notre vie" you move a hand up to his jaw smiling. "Je t'aime Pierre" he grins and the doctor reappears making us pull away from each other, she sits down talking us through the next steps once you get a blood test to be sure that it's positive. The two of you leave the building hand-in-hand ready to start this scary but new step in your relationship.