"Mrs Ashton" the driver slightly shakes y/n "mrs Ashton, we're here ma'am" y/n slowly wakes and takes a second to remember where she is. "Oh, yes sorry I must have fallen asleep" she unbuckles here self and gets her self and Charlotte out the car. "Thank you so much- uhh" she looks at the driver, almost asking for his name. "Oh uh mr saine" he shakes her hand. "Okay we'll thank you so much mr saine it means a lot to me" y/n smiles at him while taking her bags. "You are very welcome mrs Ashton, but please here's my business card, I would be more than happy to drive you around while you stay here" he smiles at her while handing her a credit card sized card. she inspects the card for a couple seconds then looks up and smiles. "Thank you" the driver gets back in his cars and reverses out her drive
"Welcome home baby" she says to Charlotte who's still asleep in her arms. "Welcome home" she whispers in her ear trying not to break down in tears. She looked around making sure no one was around before she bent down the grab the spare key she'd hidden before she moved back to England. Y/n looks at the key, looks around, then looks back down at the key. "This is it, this is the start of our life, just us."She turns the key in the door and opens the front door. She pulls her small amount of luggage inside and shit the front door behind her. Y/n sighs as she looks around, as she looks at the house she haven't step foot in for 4 years.
After putting Charlotte down to sleep in the spare room y/n starts her journey at cleaning the house and making it feel like home. She starts in the living room but pulling off all the dust sheets to reveal the clean, cold, white leather sofa facing a large bay window that looks out onto the harbour. Y/n walks towards the other sofa and takes off the second dust sheet.
She moves onto the dining room taking the same style sheets off the table revealing a large white marble table surrounded by woven white chairs. Y/n grabs some cloth and the last and only cleaning spray left and wipes down the table and the small tables next to the sofas and also the coffee table. She puts the cloth in the wash bin and the spray back under the sink.
Luckily the kitchen is still in good shape and is clean enough. But she looks in the cupboards and there's nothing, no food, no water, no plates, no cups, no mugs, not a single thing
"So that's my next job, shopping, let's pray Charlotte likes that"
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Home sick - Daniel ricciardo
FanfictionAfter years of not racing because her husband stopped her, she finally fights ti get back. And when she does she rediscovers friendship she had with her former racing partner Daniel ricciardo
