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Caring For You - Pierre Gasly

You feel the bed move in the middle of the night so you open your eyes slightly at the movement. When you rotate your body you see that Pierre isn't next to you anymore, leaving you worried. You brush your hand along the empty space still feeling his warmth on the sheets, so you sit up, quickly sliding out from under the covers to go find the Frenchman. You know that he's been having a hard time on and off the track, so you always show your support whether you're next to him at a race track or across the ocean from him.

As you silently step into the main living area you see Pierre standing by the window looking out into the night. Your brows furrow in concern as you approach him. Once you've gotten close enough you bring your arms around him, your hands moving up to his solid chest while you go on your toes to press light kisses to his back and shoulders. "Chérie" he murmurs, you frown at the exhaustion in his voice, "Pierre qu'est ce que tu fais ici?" (Pierre what are you doing here?) you reply in a whisper, "I couldn't sleep" you tighten your hold on him, "I'll make you some tea, allons-y" he sighs so you loosen your hold to move your body in front of his, easily taking his hands to pull him towards the kitchen.

Once in the small space you gently push Pierre to sit at the counter while you fill the kettle with water and turn it on. You swiftly grab two mugs from the cupboard placing them next to the warming water. While waiting you turn to the Frenchman who is propping his head up using his hand, his gaze locked on you with a small smile on his face. "Merci Y/N" he says, you smile too and move to his side of the counter, sliding onto the stool next to him while gathering his free hand in yours, "toujours mon amour" you reply lovingly before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He quickly brings a hand into your hair pulling you in closer, nearly making you topple off of the stool. You giggle and pull away from Pierre your hands landing on his thighs to keep upright, "je t'aime" he murmurs and gently brushes your hair behind your ear. You go to speak but the kettle whistles making you jump off your stool to go pour the water to steep the tea, you proceed to bring the warm drinks to the counter sitting next to the frenchman again.

After a few seconds of just sitting in the silence of the night you slip a hand into Pierre's rubbing your thumb along his palm. "Do you want to talk?" you ask while looking into his tired eyes, he slouches and looks down at your interlaced hands, "you don't need to carry my stress Y/N" he replies quietly making your heart crack slightly. You squeeze his hand once before letting it go to stand up, he lifts his head, worry decorating his features, "Pierre, I chose to be with you through everything, I will shoulder any stress if it means relieving you of it when it gets to be too much" you explain, he blinks a few times and you move to stand between his legs throwing your arms around him in a hug. He doesn't do anything at first but then he brings his hands to your sides dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder, "I'm trying so hard out there, but nothing is coming from my effort, everything seems pointless when it never goes our way" he says, his words slightly muffled but understandable, you bring a hand to his head gently weaving your fingers into his hair as you hold him for the next couple of minutes.

You eventually convince Pierre to get back into bed, knowing that he needs the rest after unloading everything. He immediately pulls you to his chest, you smile as he presses a couple of kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulder, "don't ever hesitate to talk to me mon amour, I'll always be here for you" he nods into you so your hand finds his which is resting just under the hem of your sleep shirt. "Je t'aime chérie" he replies and tangles his legs with yours, which anchors you to him even further, "je t'aime" you whisper while soothing him with the random patterns you trace along his arm, he hums and falls silent. The silence and his warmth easily lulls you back to sleep, your worries about Pierre slowly dissolving after having your heart to heart with the hopes of further lifting his spirits and confidence as the Formula 1 seasons continues for the next few months.