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Charles had the feeling he wasn’t alone.
Someone or something was following him through the Monaco paddock as he approached the Ferrari hospitality. He quickly scanned the area, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary—a multitude of celebrities that usually frequent the Monaco Grand Prix were frolicking and taking pictures, no doubt for Instagram, a few families that were rich enough for paddock entry, and team members. The usual suspects.
He caught sight of a young boy, with blonde hair, clad in Ferrari merch standing with his family looking excited. It made Charles smile to see kids with such enthusiasm for the sport. The future was safe.
The woman, probably his mother, came up to Charles, addressing him in French. Judging from her accent, the alpha guessed the family was from Normandy. “Excuse me, would it be okay if Théo got a picture with you? He’s such a big fan.”
“Of course, no problem at all. I’d be happy to.” Charles was happy to take the picture, he always made time for kids. Plus the woman had asked nicely, which he appreciated.
He stood beside the kid, whom he guessed was around ten or eleven years old, took the picture, and then signed his Ferrari cap.
“When I grow up, I’m going to race for Ferrari too” the kid beamed, letting out a giggle that was so familiar to Charles, but at that moment he couldn’t place it. There was just something about that kid…
“Oh really?”
“Oh yes, our Théo is very talented. He has already won several junior karting championships, and this year he is entered into the national Under-13 series.” his father spoke, pride evident in his voice. This kid must be good if he’s already winning competitions.
“Well, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for you. Good luck” the alpha grinned, turning back to the entrance of the hospitality. Time to prepare for Qualifying. This was going to be a long day.
Well, it wasn’t pole, or anything spectacular, but at least tomorrow he would be starting P3, and the chance for a podium or perhaps a win was in sight. What an achievement it would be to finally achieve a win in Monaco, his home town.
Most of the team had gone back to the hotel, as the alpha walked back through the paddock to the entrance. That feeling of being followed was back, as he made his way through the few celebrities and various team members that were left.
He had no idea what was making him feel so uneasy, but it was not going away. He stopped for a moment to take some pictures with fans, as he scanned the area once more. But there was nothing to indicate he was being followed.
Was it all in his head? He knew as a famous sports person there was always a chance that he’d be followed, and in the past had issues with people coming to his apartment, but recently it had been quiet.
Charles popped in his AirPods and continued down the busy street towards his apartment. The air was warm, a smell of petrichor in the air from the recent rain shower. Most of the people were making their way back to their accommodation or were heading out for dinner.
The alpha was tired and wanted to head home to rest before the race tomorrow. His phone dinged, with a text from Pierre, letting him know the omega would be joining him at the apartment after the debrief with Alpine.
Charles smiled, at least in this world of madness there was always Pierre.
Charles was so in his own world he hardly noticed the young boy follow him into the apartment complex. He pushed the button on the lift and hopped in with some of his neighbours who also seemed to be out enjoying the festivities.
He let himself out at his floor and made his way to the end of the corridor, where his apartment was located. The alpha’s mind was still semi-elsewhere as he fumbled with his keys to let himself in.
All while a set of bright blue eyes watched him from afar.
Charles opened the large window in the living area, letting the mild evening May wind billow in through the curtains. The sound of people laughing and talking could be heard from the street below, as the alpha took out the ingredients for a simple pasta dish and side salad.
Another text from Pierre dinged on his phone, the omega was finished and would be there in 20 minutes. Just enough time to get the food started. Charles was just about to start chopping up vegetables when there was a knock at his front door.
It couldn’t be Pierre, he had a key, and anyone else who knew where he lived would’ve texted first to let him know they were coming. Maybe it was a neighbour or something. Charles opened the door, and standing in front of him was the kid from earlier, Théo. Still clad in his Ferrari gear he stared up at Charles with wide blue eyes.
What the hell was this kid doing here? Where were his parents… who did he find out where Charles lived? This confirmed his suspicions that he was indeed being followed. He just never imagined it would be a kid.
“What are you doing here kid? This is my home” he spoke finally. Firm but not unkind.
“Uh..I think…I think you’re my father…”
Oh.