Mechanic To Master (An F1 Fanfic) {Under Re-writing}

Irene the Savage

'Bath time' was extremely funny. Irene enjoyed playing in the water, and I had to almost drag her out of the tub, so Charles and I could shower.

I finally got the little rogue to dress for dinner, and then I left her outside with Charles while I showered.

Once I was done, Charles and I switched, and I spent some time with her while he showered.

"Aunt Kimmy..." Irene began.

"Yes, love?"

"Do you like uncle Shal?"

I frowned at her.

"Of course I do! He's my friend. Why wouldn't I?"

"He doesn't like you."

"What?" I asked. Taken by storm at the sudden development.

"No, he doesn't like you. He 'l words' you."

I felt myself redden and Charles burst out of the bathroom in nothing but his towel.

"Irene!" He exclaimed.

"What happened uncle Shal? Is there a spider in the bathroom?"

I looked back and forth between them, and burst out laughing. I couldn't help it, they were too cute.

"What?" They asked together, both sounding indignant.

"Nothing... You two are just too..." I drawled breathlessly. "Charles, love, your hair is still wet. And you have no clothes on..."

Charles looked down at himself, as if he was surprised by what I said.

"Whoops!" He muttered, turning completely red. "Gimme a minute, I'll be back."

He quickly ran into the bathroom to change.

I burst out laughing again.

But, nothing would prepare me for Irene.

"Why does uncle Shal have bumps on his tummy?"

I smiled adoringly.

"Love, those aren't bumps. They're abs. Uncle Charles is very fit, so his muscles show through his skin, making it look like bumps."

Her little mouth formed an 'o' and she nodded.

"Can I get ads?"

"Yes, of course you can. But you'll have to work a lot for them."

"Cool. I shall get ads when I grow up then."

I chuckled at her resolve. Not doubting it in the least.

Charles walked out of the bathroom, fully drssed this time.

"So, are we ready for dinner?"

Irene nodded excitedly.

"Yes, uncle Shal. We're ready! Let's go!"

She grinned widely at him, and then made grabby hands at him so he'd pick her up.

Charles obliged, and with a grin to match her own, he picked her up.

"So, who's better?" He asked, to cause some trouble. "Me, or aunt Kim?"

"Aunt Kim! She's my hero-ess!"

Charles blanched.

"What? Then why am I carrying you?"

"Because, you're lonely otherwise."

"Aww, that's very thought-" Charles began, but Irene wasn't done, yet.

"Also, because aunty Kim looks very pretty right now, and I want to see her from far, so I can mire her."

I smirked.

"Hear that, Charles? She's miring me!"

Irene grinned at me. Charles on the other hand, was outraged.

"You know what? I'm done with you two!" He exclaimed, turning his face away from Irene's.

Irene, wasn't willing to let him go that easily though.

She pulled his face back towards her's.

"Why?"

"Because, I'm not your favourite." Charles pouted.

"You are my favourite uncle Shal! But after aunt Kim."

Charles sighed.

"You know what? I give up."

I laughed at Charles.

The three of us had just approached the dining room, when we were stopped by the doorman.

"Charles Leclerc, and Kim Imani?"

I nodded.

"A Mr. Binotto has requested to see you. Please follow me."

Huh? I just spoke to Mattia this evening.

Was something wrong?