Written In Red

Wait For It

Media day. Walking back to the drivers paddock, Gabriella Ferraro signed hats, pictures, mini helmets, mini cars. But finally getting into the Ferrari house she relaxed.

"Buon pomeriggio, grazie ragazzi per oggi. Torna a casa sano e salvo. Ciao. Ciao." Gabriella smiled to the Ferrari staff as she walked to her drivers room. "Qualcuno sa dov'è Charles"
(Good afternoon, thank you guys for today. Get home safe. Bye. Bye. Anyone know where Charles is?)

"La tua sala guida" A women staff said walking past Gabriella with her bag in her shoulder walking out.

"Grazie." Gabriella thanked her as she walked to her drivers room. Walking into her room, she closed the door behind her and smiled seeing Charles with his head pressed up against the wall led down on the bed in her room. Gabriella had requested that she has a bench that went into a bed for her drivers room as she loved napping so much. Charles had helped himself to her bed because he didn't have one. Carefully climbing on the side furthest from the door, because Charles knew he had to sleep on the side closest to the door because Gabriella hates sleeping near the door. Curling up next to Charles, she put her head on the bed mattress. Still in their Ferrari tops and jeans the two fell asleep for hours. More specifically, 8:00-12:00. Waking up, Gabriella found herself on Charles' chest with his arm round her holding her, feeling safe and protected she rested her hand on his chest. Charles Leclerc and Gabriella Ferraro held each other asleep in her drivers room.

•••••

"When will you win a World Championship Gabriella?" The interviewer said as the sun shone down on the Ferrari drivers on the stage.

"When the time comes." Gabriella responded.

"And when is that?" The interviewer went on.

"Right now, I'm protecting the legacy my father and mother left. If there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who has loved me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it." Gabriella said.

"How long will you have to wait for that day to come?"

"Not long." Gabriella smirked.

"Max is getting close to getting clear of the that trophy."

"Like I said. I'm waiting for it." Gabriella said. "So is Charles. Our day will come."

"Hopefully it will come." The interviewer smiled. "And once it does come who will you thank?"

"The Ferrari team of course." Gabriella said into the microphone. "My mother, father. Charles. Charles' brothers and mother for helping me. Sebastian Vettel. Fred. Everyone. Jules. We all know Jules would be part of this team sooner or later, that trophy is for him. I'll wait for my time for him. I'm sure Charles would do too." Gabriella looked over at Charles smiling at her instead of fiddling with his fingers and rings.

Since everyone had come to support Seb with the tribute of those two legends who lost their life on this track. Charles' family had come down to Imola, Italy.

"Arthur!" Gabriella yelled as she ran towards him in the drivers paddock outside of the Ferrari house paddock. Arthur smiled and walked to her sighing relieved to see her. He held his arms out as Gabriella ran into his arms and hugged him.

"You been okay?" Gabriella asked hugging him tightly. "Me and Charles watched your race and nearly had a heart attack watching you crash into the wall."

"Yeah I'm okay don't worry." Arthur smiled. Gabriella then saw Charles' mum and hugged her tightly as Charles hugged Arthur. Lorenzo couldn't be here this weekend as he had business to attend to.

"When's your race?" Arthur asked forgetting.

"Two hours." Gabriella replied.

"About the race." Charles said. "Can you guys look after Leo?"

"Yeah of course." Charles' mother replied.

"We're going to go on a track bike ride real quick. Want to come Arthur?" Gabriella asked.

"Yeah." Arthur smiled as Charles put his arm round him and walked off with his brother.

"I'll make sure they don't do anything stupid." Gabriella shouted as Charles' mother watched her children walk off with Leo in her hands.

•••••

"You want to be in F1 right Arthur?" Gabriella asked getting on her bike whilst Charles walked his out into the track.

"Yeah of course." Arthur replied who was already on his bike waiting.

"I'm going to make sure that happens." Gabriella smiled. "Just like Jules did for me and Charles. You're going to be in Ferrari one day." Hearing this, Arthur smiled.

"Ready Leclerc's?" Gabriella smiled looking at Charles then back at Arthur.

"Who you calling Leclerc?" Arthur smiled.

"You're practically one of us at this point." Charles smiled.

"Good to know." Gabriella smiled setting off.

"You will be soon anyway." Charles said softly so she couldn't hear him. Riding around the track the three laughed and joked around trying not to crash into each other.

"Arthur what number would you choose if you were in F1?" Gabriella asked going round a turn next to the Leclerc boys.

"If Charles isn't still in F1, 16. But if he is probably 7." Arthur replied. "I like that number."

"That's a good number." Gabriella replied looking back at him as she had gotten faster keeping one hand on the bike.

"Why'd you choose 18?" Arthur asked. Charles chuckled knowing the answer to this one.

"Charles wanted 16, Jules 17. Me 18." Gabriella answered. "And I heard that Lance wanted it so I thought I would annoy him as a joke and took it. It annoyed him but he's fine now. Just some friendly pranks." After an hour, the three made their way back to the start after going round the track once. Getting off her bike, Gabriella saw Logan Sargeant.

"You guys go." Gabriella said giving Charles her bike. "I'll be there in a sec."

"Be quick." Charles said wheeling out two bikes with Arthur. Jogging over, Gabriella walked next to Logan walking by himself on the track.

"You excited for the weekend?" Gabriella asked looking at Logan.

"Yeah." Logan said softly.

"You're good Logan." Gabriella said. "Trust me. You have talent, even Sebastian said it and believe me if he sees you have talent the you do."