Love Always Wins

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Just want to point out that Chloe's dream is just that - just a dream and not an indication of anything bad coming! It's actually a dream I had myself and wanted to put in the story. Yes, my mind is that weird! Enjoy!! Xx

Thursday July 23rd.
5am.

This had been the first Italian Grand Prix to be held by the sea and the first circuit that had taken the cars around the docks of Civitavecchia. I watched so proudly as Seb crossed the line to take first place with his teammate claiming the second step on the podium another fifteen seconds behind him, it was a one-two for the team, a dream result and the tifosi were going wild. I rushed to Parc Fermè along with Antti, brimming with pride and ecstatic tears, wanting to see my man arrive and jump into the arms of his crew and mine. The podium ceremony was over in the blink of an eye and the next thing I knew I found myself nestled amongst the crowds, amongst the tifosi; their cheers were the loudest I'd ever heard and above my head Ferrari flags were being waved along with Italian ones and even some German ones. People were setting off blindingly bright red flares and smokes ones too, it was getting impossible to see. I seemed to be a bit lost but I didn't care for I knew that Seb would come and find me soon enough. Suddenly we all turned around and the crowds went wild once more, I found myself looking up at a big white cruise ship, bizarrely it was a British one, it's bow was painted up with a huge Union Jack flag but that wasn't only thing I noticed. Way up on the top deck was my man, my Seb. He'd got changed and was wearing his black shorts and a Ferrari polo shirt, he was holding another woman's hand tightly in his own while waving to the adoring tifosi below him. Her perfect figure and her perfect blonde hair told me exactly who she was. He was with her.....Hannah.

Chloe's eyes popped open and she sucked in a sharp intake of air; she clutched her bump as a particularly sharp pain felt like it was wrenching her insides. Things were definitely starting to move along, this was the worst pain she'd felt so far and it made her groan and grip onto the sheet beneath her.

Next to her Seb jolted awake and sat up quickly after being woken so suddenly, he turned to look at her and watched anxiously as she writhed in pain.

"Any idea how long that was since the last one?" She asked, letting out a few breaths at the end as the pain subsided.

"I dozed off, sorry." He confessed. "Once you'd fallen asleep I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I'd guess it was about twenty to thirty minutes." He looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Fucking hell." She groaned. "As long as that?"

"Afraid so." He rubbed her shoulder, he had a feeling that today could turn out to be a very long day.

"Urgh! I need a piss now!" She threw her hands up in the air. "I'm so tired."

"We'll try and get some more sleep when you get back." He replied as he watched her throw back the covers and slowly start to get herself out of bed. Wanting to help her he swiftly got out of bed himself and dashed around it to get to her.

"We've got a long way to go yet, haven't we?" She said tiredly as she stood up.

"It looks like it." He kissed her forehead, wishing there was something he could do to help her. "We'll get through it."

"I'm so glad you're here." She looked up at him.

"Me too." He kissed her forehead once more and then watched as she slowly waddled her way to the en-suite, then he stood waiting for her to come back which she did surprisingly quickly.

"I think my bladder is playing tricks on me." She said as she headed towards him. "There was like, a tiny dribble. It was barely worth the effort."