F1 One shots

Anthony (part 1) ~ Pierre Gasly

Pov
"Antony, come eat breakfast buddy!" I shouted at my 3 year old son. He came dribbling into the kitchen. He started walking late, but he was doing amazing now. "I'm here momma!" He squeeled. I lifted him up putting him in his chair. "Momma?" I looked at his sparkling blue eyes, he got them from his dad. "Tomorrow is fathers day and miss Mia told us we had to make a present for our fathers. Do I have a father?" I teared up. I knew he was going to ask questions someday, but not this fast.

"Uhm yeah. You do. But me and your father parted ways. I'm sorry buddy." He looked down. "Ow okay. Are we watching Formula one again this week?" His eyes sparkled. Since he could even talk he wanted to watch the sport. I watched it with him once and he got addicted. "Yeah sure." I laughed. "Maybe Pierre will win!" He squeeled in excitement. He definitely had a favorite. I looked at my phone. The upcoming race was in France, but tickets were probably sold out. When I saw they were not I at looked Antony eating his breakfast with a smile on his face.

"Hey Ant. Do you want to see a car in real life?" His eyes shot open. "Yes! Can we momma?" I smiled at him. "Yeah we can, but you have to behave very well okay?" He nodded eagerly before jumping up and hugging me. I booked one meeting ticket as a surprise. This was going to cost some money, but that's okay. That weekend we flew up to France and watched 20 grown up men make cars go vroom in funny circles.

Pierre Pov
I looked at my schedule for the day. I hated always being so busy. I barely had time for myself left. I looked at the meet and greet spot on the schedule. Now that I was looking forward too. Fans would spend so much money just to talk to me for 5 minutes. Later that day the meet and greet started. A lot of usual fangirls came in drooling. It was the usual. But after all those girls the last fan came in. A little boy peeked his head around the door. "You can come in." I told the kid who walked in with his head down.

He had blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was maybe 3, 4 years old? "Where is your mom kid?" He looked up. "Momma didn't have enough money to come in with me." I smiled as he stood there. I patted on my lap so he could sit there. He was dressed in a AlphaTauri t-shirt and was wearing an AlphaTauri cap with the number 10 on it. "I'm a huge fan." He beamed. "What's your name and how old are you?" He looked up. "I am three years old. My name's Antony." My eyes shot open.

It couldn't be, could it? That was years ago. We took a photo and I signed his cap. I walked him to the door and watched him sprint to his mom as he started rambling. I looked at her. She looked up and our eyes met. It all clicked. "Is it really you?" I teared up and she turned around starting to walk away. "No, wait, please.." She kept walking but I ran and stood in front of her.

"Let me talk to you. Alone. Antony can be in the pits with my team for a bit, they'll take care of him." I looked at her. "I can't." She teared up. "Please. 5 minutes." She looked at Anthony. "Okay fine." She turned to him. "Hey bud, you want to see the car?" He nodded excited and looked at an engineer who would bring him to the pits. "I'll see you in a bit okay?" He hugged her and ran off.

We walked into the meeting room and sat down. "How have you been?" I started casual. "Cut the crap, tell me what you want to know and let me leave." I looked at her with tears in my eyes. "He's three. I left you 4 years ago. Please don't tell me it's true." I looked at her face. She got so much prettier. "You told me that if we ever had a kid, you'd name him after Anthoine. So I did. I'm sorry." She put her head in her hand and started crying. "Have you been raising him all by yourself?" She nodded.

"You made me. You LEFT Pierre. I didn't even have the time to tell you. You have no right to him. You might be his blood, but you're not his dad." I teared up at her words. I wanted to defend myself. "I'm sorry okay? It's just with Anthoine gone it was so har-." She cut me off. "He was my friend too Pierre! You don't think it was hard for me?! We should've helped each other through it! But you left me, pregnant and heartbroken.." With that she stood up and walked to the door. I grabbed her wrist but she snatched it away. "Don't you dare touch me."

Pov
I rushed out of the room and picked up Anthony. "Why are you crying momma?" I ignored the question and put him in his seat. We drove home and I put him in his playroom. I sat on the couch thinking for some hours. After I calmed down I told Anthony to come sit with me. "Buddy, there's something I need to tell you, but you need to carefully pay attention okay?" He nodded.

"Pierre is your father."