POV: You Love Charles Leclerc

38. Mon Champion

622 words (I put it at the start this time 😁)
Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while, I've been struggling for motivation as I'm going through a hard time mentally right now. That being said, I've had this idea sitting here for a while so I decided to write it up. I'm going to start putting the English translation to any French or Italian in my stories and at some point I will put them in my previous ones, idk when but I will 😂 (Edit: I have now done it, although if you've got this far without them, they're not going to be much use 😂) Anyways, hope you enjoy! 🫶

He had done it. Charles Leclerc. Champion of the world.
You were so proud of him. He hadn't stopped pushing all season and all his hard work had finally paid off. You knew it would be an emotional one today. He had done it for you, for his father, for Jules and for Monaco. He was very proud of his home country and you, being Monegasque yourself, understood that.
You had watched the race from the Ferrari garage, nervously biting your nails but knowing deep down that you didn't have to, he would be fine. And he was. It had been close, no doubt about that, it all came down to that final race in Abu Dhabi, but there had been a clear World Championship from the start you had thought. Maybe you were just biased.
Either way, Charles was now doing his first lap as champion of the world, accompanied by the ecstatic and relieved words from the engineers on the radio. Mattia also had his mini speech while Charles thanked everyone infinitely. You could see Charles' brothers, Arthur and Lorenzo, watching on proudly like you were. There was a certain admiration in Arthur's eyes, you noticed and put it down to the fact that he wanted to be in Charles' shoes one day. However, today was Charles' day, everyone knew. He had worked hard for this and no one would take that away.
Just then, you were tapped on the shoulder. You spun around to be greeted by Mattia, handing you the headphones he had been wearing. You had been wearing a pair but his had a microphone so he could talk to Charles during the race. He pressed a button on his control panel and signalled that you could now speak to Charles. You were surprised by the opportunity but obviously took it. You were quite socially awkward, especially when you hadn't prepared anything; words just weren't your thing. Somehow, though, you knew exactly what to say. "Charles? Mon amour? Tu as été incroyable aujourd'hui! Tu es mon champion! Tu es le champion du monde! Je t'aime!" (Charles? My love? You did amazingly today! You are my champion! You are champion of the world! I love you!)
Charles voice took you by surprise as you weren't expecting him to reply. "Y/N?" He breathed, his voice crackly over the radio but every note of emotion he was currently experiencing could be heard clearly.
"Oui bébé. C'est moi." (Yes baby. It's me.) You spoke, tears or pride, happiness and relief welling in your own eyes.
You ran to the pit lane to meet him, tears now streaming down your face. You saw him slowly get out of the car, taking the time to process everything. You could tell he was crying because he had opened his visor and had his hands up to his eyes. He pointed at tje sky, for his father and for Jules before he ran to his engineers and pit crew, throwing himself into their arms. He spotted you standing with Arthur and Lorenzo soon after. You let them go to him first because they were his brothers, it made sense for them to see him first. You let them have their moment until he spotted you, watching and wiping tears from your eyes. He came over to you quickly. "Ma cherie, qu'y a-t-il?" (My darling, what is it?)
"Oh, Charles, you've done it! I'm so proud of you! I love you!"
"I love you too, ma cherie. Thank you." He gently kissed your lips. It tasted of the sweat and tears that came out of that race, the entire season, in fact, but you didn't mind. How could you? This day was perfect.