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Right there, on the bathroom floor of some hotel in Texas, everything felt so surreal for the mexican man in that moment.
He was in utter shock, he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. Sergio had just had the heaviest most awful week of his life, and to top it off, he was now finding out something that was changing his life forever.
He was pregnant.
He was pregnant with his NOW ex boyfriend’s baby.
To give a little more context; what had happened the last past months?.
At the beginning of the season he had been wonderful, his life was amazing and everything was going his way. He and Max were on a great place as a couple, about to celebrate his two years together.
All that came down on that stupid, dammed weekend.
It was the race weekend at Zandvoort and Sergio was excited to see his boyfriend’s family once again, at least to see the Dutchman’s mother and sister. The mexican was aware of how Jos didn’t liked him not even a little bit.
So more or less, that weekend, Jos decided that he didn’t wanted his son with him anymore and started to put ideas on Max’s mind. Sergio knew how much Jos’ opinions and thoughts influenced the young man and it started to cause trouble on their relationship.
After a few months of constant fighting and not getting along as before, Checo decided that he had it up to there; he wasn’t going to stand that shit anymore, so he gave Max an ultimatum.
Sergio told him that he either stopped believing everything his father said or he would leave him.
Well, guess what happened?
Now he was sitting on the floor, having a proper meltdown, trying to figure out what was he going to do now.
He grabbed the test and wiped his tears the best he could, he took his jacket and left his room walking towards Max’s room.
But once he was in front of the door, he felt his blood freeze, he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell Max about this whole thing; What if Max wasn’t going to be happy about it? What if he gets mad? What if he tells him to fuck off and never show his face around?
Plus, Checo couldn’t afford another drama at the team, last thing he wanted was giving them reasons to kick him out. And now that he was thinking about it…how was he supposed to keep driving now? He would have to leave, he wasn’t going to be able to complete once he gets on the finish line of the pregnancy. The brown eyed man started to hyperventilate and stepping away from the door, he felt the anxiety rushing through his body as his feet started to walking him to another place.
More specifically, to another room.
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Lewis was peacefully reading his race feed back when a couple of nervous knock made act of presence at his door, he looked at the hour and frowned slightly.
Who the hell could be knocking at his door at three in the morning?
The man stand up, still hearing the incessant knocking “Coming!” He opened the door to find the last person he expected to see.
Well, not much; they were good friends after all.
“Checo? What’s up mate?” The moment he saw his face he knew something was happening “are you okay?”
“Can I come in?” Lewis nodded as the mexican man made it’s way inside, once the door closed, Hamilton was able to actually notice how much his friend was shaking and how it seemed like he was about to break down crying, he was about to talk when Checo turned to him “I’m fucking losing my shit Lewis, I’m so amazingly fucked right now”
“Care to explain sweetie?” He tried to joke but as soon as he saw what the man took out of his pocket he almost passed out “woah, is it- are you for real?”
“Of course I am for real! Dios! Why would I EVEN joke about something like this?!” Sergio was completely overwhelmed, pacing side to side on the room, tears already on the edge of his eyes that would fall at any given moment; he left the test on the table and sat on the bed covering his face “Jesus fuck…”
Lewis walked over to the table and took the little plastic stick with the two lines on it making a ‘plus’ sign “did you took another one?” Checo took out of his pocket two more test from different brands “oh shit…you are pregnant” the brit looked at the black haired one, taking a bit of a nervous breath “it can’t be mine, right?” Sergio lifted his face quickly, throwing a pillow to Lewis’ face.
“Ay! Of course not you big tonto! We haven’t been together for years! What did you think, this works for osmosis?!” Lewis sighed on relief as Sergio rolled his eyes, throwing himself on the bed “it’s Max’s…He was the last I did it with and it can’t come on the worst time because we’re not together anymore!” He groaned, again covering his face “I’m freaking out here! I don’t know what to do!” He sat down talking to himself more than talking to the man in front of him “How am I supposed to race now?! What about my contract?! My career?! I can’t lose this! I just can’t!” The mexican was properly crying now, his body shaking as he kept asking questions to himself.
Lewis knew this side of Checo. He knew how he had the tendency to work himself up to nothing but anxiety, he knew how he gets when he spirals. It was heartbreaking.
Even though they were not a couple anymore, he cared deeply for him. Sergio had been the love of his life for quite a long time, but he knew this wasn’t their time.
Still, it hurt him to see him like this.
“Heh, hey, take a deep breath, ‘kay?” The man took the mexican’s hands and helped him stand up, he softly caressed them as the younger one started to breathe at the pace Lewis was setting “relax, yeah? Is okay…” Checo’s eyes became more watery as his expression dropped in complete sadness “Sergio…”
“What am I going to do now?”
“Oh, c’mere darling..” the brit pulled Checo into a hug as he let him cry for a bit.
He caressed his back as the mexican hid his face on his shoulder “try to breathe, yes? Just breathe and relax…” the man nodded as he separated wiping his tears “have you talked to Max about it?”
“Oh Dios mio, no” Sergio fixed his hair as the two of them sat down on the little sofa of the room, Lewis allowing Checo to lay on him as he hugged him by the shoulders. It made the black haired man relax a little more “We broke up, he will think I baby trapped him; and fuck no, I won’t tolerate being called a manipulative person” he sniffed as he sighed tired of the entire situation “I can’t believe this is happening…Christian is going to eat me alive…”
“You can always come to Mercedes and be our reserve” Lewis joked again, only this time he did got a small laugh and a little push from the freckled one “listen, is going to be okay dear…Christian adores you just as much as he likes Max, you’re an important part of the team…I’m sure he will understand that you will be leaving the next season…” Sergio nodded trying to convince himself, but he knew the real sad reality.
“They won’t be waiting for me Lew…” he closed his eyes trying not to cry again “plus…I don’t think I can work with Max anymore if I’m having the baby” Lewis frowned.
“Why’s that? You never let this things affect you professionally…” he looked at the brit, with guilty but decided eyes, Lewis then looked surprised “you’re not gonna tell him about..?” Sergio huffed exhausted “Checo..”
“I know it’s selfish, but…I can’t do that to him…” his eyes got glossy once more “I just- I can’t force him to be with me if he doesn’t want to, and- I can’t do that to the baby either! I want to do this right and…this the only way”
“He deserves to know he’s going to be a dad-“
“I know!” They looked at each other with a hundred things unspoken, but Lewis could see the fear and anxiety on Checo’s eyes “believe me Lewis, I know…but I also know that I love him too much to do this to him…” the mexican let out a few tears that he couldn’t held back anymore “it would destroy his career and my reputation even more…don’t forget he’s younger than me and a bunch of people think it’s not okay for us to be together”
“I’m older than you and people never said anything about it” the black man tried to put some sense on his friend’s head.
“For five years, Hamilton” Checo frowned “Max is twenty four, people will eat him alive if they find out he knocked up his fucking thirty one year old teammate”
“Okay, okay…I get what you saying…” Lewis sighed fixing his hair “so?…what’s next then?” Sergio looked at him like he was about to murder him, but then his face softened as the older one held him by the face and gave him a smile “whatever you decide, I’m here for you, okay? Never forget that I will always care for you…”
And for the first time in the whole week, Sergio seemed to crack a smile; he nodded as he held onto Lewis’ forearms ”Gracias Lew…”
“Anytime dear” they hugged once more, trying to figure out what was going to be happening next.
It was obvious that Checo’s life was about to turn around massively, and he even considered that the wisest decision was to talk to Max and see what was going to be their situation.
That until the race in Brazil happened.
That had been the drop that flooded the glass. He knew what he had to do now.
He was going to retire for a bit, he definitely needed a break from all that crap and stress.
Sergio needed to prioritize himself for once, if he wants to keep loving his job and career, he needed to see the bigger picture that involved every single aspect of his life.
And he needed to do that without Red Bull.
Without the pressure and constant expectations.
Checo needed to do all of that without Max.