Leclerc's English Version | Lando Norris

(46) Closing Cycles

Lucy Montenegro

I'm the only one present who can tell what happened after graduation when I couldn't drink a drop of alcohol because I'm pregnant. In fact, on Tuesday I am five months old, but now it is Saturday and it seems prudent to tell you everything that happened.

After the graduation ceremony we all decided to go celebrate, we all went to lunch together and then it got a little late, so we young people decided to go somewhere else for drinks. Millie's parents, my mother and Livvie's stayed in the restaurant and we went to the nightclub that was near my house, which meant exclusivity, especially if several Formula One drivers came with us.

And I think it was a really bad idea to leave the responsible adults in the restaurant because now I was taking care of almost everyone, they were pretty drunk and doing stupid things.

"Take a shot with me!" Amélie yelled at me over the music.

"I can not! I'm pregnant," I reminded her.

"Come on! Nothing will happen" the Venezuelan continued to insist.

I knew how stubborn she got when we talked about alcohol, she liked that we were all at the same level of drunkenness so that we could enjoy and laugh at the same thing later, so that later none could reproach that she was more drunk than the other and that we had to take care.

However, this time I couldn't drink anything at all, only virgin drinks, so I took her shot and when she tilted it to her lips I threw it on the floor, trying not to let her see.

"Yes!" She yelled again when she saw my glass in a glass "Now let's dance!"

I followed her and let her go ahead so that she could guide me to where she wanted to go dancing, "I'll be back later" I told Charles before she wrote or called me so that I wouldn't be stopped for so long.

He was very intense about the baby, he wanted me to be resting all the time so I would be well, eat healthy and go to all my medical appointments, in other words he was paranoid. I liked that he cared, but really he did it exclusively for the boy or girl who was on the way and there was a chance that it was his, because my well-being definitely is not that he cared much.

He had made it clear to me that if that son was his he had to be someone who shows what the Leclerc's are and not just anyone.

Latin music was playing on the speakers, specifically reggaeton, which was much easier for Millie and me to dance to. So when we got to where Livvie, Daniel, and George were, she pressed against my body and we began to move our hips to the music like we used to.

She tried to twerk me, but she couldn't because of my almost five-month-old belly, "What you're wearing on top of it won't let me dance well" she spoke while she tied her hair in a ponytail.

She didn't even show much to me, but surely she felt weird twerking something pretty hard and not what she usually did, so she walked away from me and went to shake her ass at Russell.

I stayed with them for a while, watching Amélie and Olivia not do things they might later regret, until Charles came to my side, "Is she really dancing to George?" He asked a little upset.

He tried to interrupt their dance, however, I didn't let him. My friend had every right to enjoy with whoever she wanted. "Leave her and you better dance with me," I whispered seductively in her ear.

He ignored me and let me hit his chest so I now move my hips to his side. He had his hands around my waist, almost like he was holding the baby, and he was carried away by my dance.

Though he didn't even seem to like it, "Do I disgust you?" I moved a little away from his back and faced him.

"No way. I'm not very comfortable watching my sister dance, like you do with me, for a friend" he spoke a little uneasily. "I think I felt more relaxed when I saw her dance with Lando."