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Coming into a brilliant and full of laughter house nowadays was a little strange, but not less endearing. With his and Jen’s crazy schedules having some interviews or commentaries on race weeks, also with the girls in school and Lou working at Williams family time is almost forgotten. Sometimes he misses how things were in early 2017, or back in the pandemic when he could have all of his loved ones in Monaco and spend all day in their nest, just having little zoom calls in the morning, and then he was free for his pups and mate.
He really enjoys retirement and the breaks that F1 have the decency to give to his family.
Mein Gott, he sounded so old saying that, and he hasn't even touched his forties.
The blond omega entered the house, closing it with his foot while admiring the view that welcomed him. Three blond heads were easy to see, playing in the living room, adorned with plastic crowns and some glitter in their messy hairs. Alaïa and Naila were dancing around a body totally resting on the wooden floor while laughing, meanwhile that body was faking being asleep and trying so hard not to crack a smile at the bizarre game. Oh his sweet boy, Louis is clearly older than his sisters, by more than 10 years, but their sibling bond was so strong that the girls were always asking and begging to go with Jenson and him to some races in order to see their older brother more often.
He really loves his family.
— Good evening your majesty, may I enter your palace? —. His voice was full of joy, and his scent only reaffirmed his emotions to his pups, because in a matter of seconds he was tackled by three bodies.
— Papa no! Don’t be silly, I’m a princess, you should address me as ‘your highness’, ‘your majesty’ is for the king and queen!.
More laughs were heard in the flat, he continued hugging his three kids, scenting them while relaxing at the calm atmosphere that was created. Some minutes later they decided that the embrace was enough, resuming their game in the living room not before placing a crown in the head of the older omega. In the words of his youngest, he was the queen as he’s the mother of all three and their protector, Nico wasn’t gonna lie, those words made him tear up a little bit.
The rest of the evening passed in a blink, at some point, the kids were exhausted enough and decided to just chill in one of the sofas while watching some sort of movie on the TV. He wasn’t complaining as he was finishing some media work in the kitchen counter, plus his husband would come in at any moment with the dinner in his hands, he hoped it was some italian take out, he and Louis had been wishing to eat some for the last weeks, but unfortunately the strict diet that Lou had to follow obliged him to better not eat what he desired, so he, as the best parent (take that Jenson) decided to wait until the summer break in order to indulge some of their cravings alongside his older child and cheat on their diets without the fear of Elias scolding the young blond omega.
He almost finished editing some new video to his channel when the main door opened wide and a new scent was easily percepted.
— Hello my loves! Guess who’s back, and with fresh pizza!.
As earlier, the girls ran to hug their dad, giggling as they took his backpack while guiding him into the apartment. Closing his laptop, he stood up and went into the living room, smiling at the picture that received him. The food bags were sitting in the coffee table, and his mate and pups created some sort of nest in the large sofa, Lou resting in the right arm of the older alpha with Naila in his arms and Alaïa was in the other side of his dad arms, the four blonds were smiling softly, it was such a heartwarming scene to see his family so calm, as if they were just another normal family, not one with celebrities, busy schedules and personas.
The latter being the reason for many arguments and sleepless nights. Sometimes he forgets that his career robbed him years and years of milestones and special moments, forgetting at the same time that Louis is no longer a kid, he’s almost twenty-four, and yet, he and Jenson lost more than ten year of his life, years that would never came back, haunting their minds and pushing away their bond with him.
— Well hello princess, are you done with work? I think that we can make some space for you too.
He smirked while accommodating himself in the embrace of the alpha, letting their scents collide and make the whole room smell like home. — No, but work can wait, I wanna snuggle with you, we’ve been out of home too much time —.
— Whatever you say Britney, you’re just a softie, no need to excuse yourself.
He didn’t respond, just hummed and closed his eyes to cherish the moment.
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The moon was bright up in the sky when he opened his eyes again, the night was quiet and he felt his limbs intertwined with others. Nico looked around, realizing that he was still on the sofa and the bodies that accompanied him were no other than his husbands and kid. Trying his best to not wake up the snoring bodies beside him he pushed a little bit until he could take out his cellphone, navigating through social media just to keep up with the world before going back to sleep.
Until a new post popped in his for you page.
It was a simple, direct and heartbreaking post.
White and blue.
The ‘W’ beside the photo of the man loud and clear to anyone who saw it.
It can’t be possible.
The omega’s scent soured within seconds, realizing the magnitude of the news, turning his head around just to see other sad blue eyes staring at him with tear tracks around his pale cheeks, seeming so defeated, even tired. His lips were trembling, opening and closing his mouth, like if the words couldn’t escape from there…The room felt more tense and sad, not only by the sour smell that the two omegas emanated, but because of the implications that the post itself brought.
— At least I am not using your last names and my real name, it would be a shame to erase the legacy that you, dad and isoisä have made, am I right no? —. The joke lacked any type of humor, the voice of Lou was cracked, like if was crying for more time that he had been awake.
Nico didn’t give a fuck if he wake up Jenson, he pushed Lou into his arms, cooing him as the younger one started sobbing louder in the chest of his papa. He didn’t want this type of life anymore, he felt so unworthy.
Of his seat and team.
Of his family and friends.
Of love.
Don’t get him wrong, Lou loved his family. He is the son of THE Nico Erik Rosberg, a WDC, one of the most beautiful, intelligent and strategic omegas on the sport, –like the media portrayed him–, for almost 24 years (even if his relationship didn’t start right until his dad, another WDC, appeared in the picture), the omega that gave his everything in order to rebuild their bond, trying the hardest to gain his son love again after many years of coldness, the one who he now let down by his own actions; not to mention his other sire, Jenson Button was another incredible driver, he was the glue of their family, always smiling and giving advice or love to his loved ones if they were in a difficult situation, he even welcomed him with open arms, adopting him, taking him as his own, giving him his last name, just another person that he disappointed.
Like his loving isoisä, or his little sisters that supported him every race weekend watching him on the TV, or his childhood friend and long-term crush which he doesn’t even know if they’re friends anymore by the looks of the continued ghosting of their DMs, he doesn’t blame him though, after all, what his alpha friend knows about him is just a web of lies that he created since karting.
At the end of the day, the estranged friend of Oscar Jack Piastri was Logan Hunter Sargeant, an american driver whom no one knows about, not Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg, the pup that Nico Rosberg had with some alpha in his adolescence, the kid that Jenson Button adopted at the age of eight, the older brother of two wonderful girls, the first grandkid that Keke Rosberg had and spoiled too much, the ‘private’ and ‘anonymous’ child in a family of celebrities.
He isn’t even thruthfull with himself.
He never wanted to be Logan, he just used that name to avoid the questions that the media could make, he didn’t want that the weight of his last names over his shoulders, he wanted to be himself, to be seen as an individual, not as a nepo-baby (the media and FIA usually ripped them apart), not that his wishes mattered, he trashed his career by himself. But in the road of trying his hardest, he forgot himself too. He wasn’t american, he was born in Germany and had grown up between Monaco and Finland the majority of his life, he spoke at least three languages, not just one, he has an accent, not the one he faked for PR, one that was formed thanks to him mixing finnish, german, english and italian since he was a kid and that his family never dared to correct because it was “too cute”.
It was too tiring, faking a whole life.
He knows that his parents were never okay with his decision on not being presented as their child, he now hates every post in Instagram that show the photos of his parents with only Alaïa and Naila in their arms, but he made his bed, he has to lay in it, no matter if he feels left out. It was the price he decided to pay when he started racing.
— No, sonnschein, no —. His father took his face, forcing him to see the face of his papa. — Listen to me Louis, no matter what, you are my pup, the light of my life… Yes, it cost me too much time to gave you the love that you desired, but I am not letting you drown in this chaos, this situation it isn’t your fault, you have a horrible strategy, a more despicable team director and a tractor disguised as a F1 car, you didn’t cause this, I can assure you that if you had a proper car and a good team you’ll be beating the ass of that aussie alpha that you’re always talking about, and I’m not saying this because I am your father, I’m saying it as a retired driver liebling —.
Nico doesn’t know what else to say or do, his pup is still crying on his chest, his scent souring more and more as the minutes pass, he felt the body of Jenson moving beside him, he felt in their bond the confusion and terror of seeing his kid sobbing. It only took the blonde alpha to see the forgotten phone on the mess that was the sofa to know the whole situation, after all, Jenson was more often around Logan when he was doing interviews for Sky Sports, he had know how deep Williams’ decisions have scarred their pup, how the lack of strong relationships around the paddock have fade the bright smile from the pretty face of Lou.
He would go anything to see Louis smile again, to smell his sweet scent again without any trace of sadness on him.
If he has to go to London and fight the man that used to be part of his team when he was racing for Mercedes, he will do it, it didn’t mattered that his reputation could be stained, the media, ex-team and teammate already did that. But something was him, other was Louis, the sweet kid that loved chocolate muffins, who has a refined taste in italian food, who can’t drink more than two glasses of wine before being tipsy, the kid that dreamed to be like his parents and isoisä, to race a good car, win a WDC, cherish his career, retire and have a family of his own with a caring and respectful mate.
He continued to hug Louis, singing him german lullabies between whispers, trying to soothe his pain.
Jenson took both of them in his arms and guided them into the master bedroom, into Nico's nest, full of scents of familiarity. He started to liberate some of his scent to calm dowm the two distressed omegas when they lay in the comfortable pile of blankets and pillows, caressing Louis hair and Nico’s mating bite. He let them vent, it would be better tomorrow, having a cold mind would be far more useful to put up with the mess that fucking Vowles created, it would be okay.
He hoped.
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When the morning came, all the repressed feelings that he vented last night took a toll on his body. He was aware of his surroundings, being in his papa’s nest, pressed in the chest of his dad while listening to some cursing and swearing in german from the kitchen. He tried to move, to go back to his room and just sulk a little bit more before resuming the summer break with his parents and sisters, they’re supposed to visit their isoisä and then rest in some beach of the mediterranean, he just need to escape from his dad’s embrace for some hours and then move on.
— You’re moving too much bear, it’s not even 8AM, go back to sleep pup —. The voice of Jenson was clearly slurred, trying to go back to sleep while hugging Lou tightly.
— Dad, I need to pee, let me go, please —. It was a lie, he just wanted to go away and shut everything for a few hours.
His alpha father opened one eye, watching him unimpressed before accommodating them into a proper position to talk. — Don’t lie to me Lou, I’m your father, I know when you are trying to escape… Try again —.
Ashamed he mutters something under his breath, trying so hard not to met his dad’s eyes.
— What did you say? Speak louder, bear.
Sighing, he knows this is about to blow. — Only on paper, I’m your pup only on paper…
The alpha tensed up hearing that statement, his heart aching by the implication of the phrase, the room scent soured within seconds, no one dared to say another word, the only sound that accompanied them was the muffled fight that his mate was having over the phone and the soft warm wind of august that entered the room. Jenson watches Louis' trembling lips, watered eyes and tense body, he knows that he didn’t mean those words, he was trying to escape any possible confrontation, just as when he was a kid.
He continued watching, not the omega driver of Williams, seeing his pup. The one he met when he was nearly six years old by accident, when Nico debuted in Williams (ironic innit?), the pup was too afraid of him when he presented himself and asked him to not tell his omega father that he was saw by other person that wasn’t his godfather Lew, Keke or the nannies that were supposed to watch him, he remember how far more scared was Louis when he and Nico started dating only eight months later. He saw the cute blond kid that was so excited when he was told that the alpha was going to adopt him as his own right after he had married his papa, reclaiming him as his first son (not that they can be telled apart, they were all blonde with light eyes and pale skin).
He blinks, not letting the tears escape from his eyes, still seeing the adolescent who started to race, the one who tried his best in school, the one that the idea of making new friends scared him, the omega boy that was so happy to be friends with some aussie alpha guy of his age. He saw the boy who flushed far too much when he was praised, the one who loved being cuddled with his family, the pup that was afraid of his alpha dad reaction when he confessed his feelings towards the same friend he had, the same alpha that now is too busy to even acknowledge him.
But he also saw the heartbroken enfant who didn’t know how to approach his papa, he saw the pup that wanted to change his identity to avoid the sensationalist media, he could see a teen who dreamed a good life but couldn’t reach it because of the expectation of a imaginary home nation, because of the persona that he created, he could portray the adult omega that suffered different treatments in the same team that his parents once raced for, he can see the feeling of not being enough, of being a burden, the insecurity pouring those feelings onto his scent.
— It doesn’t matter if you and I don’t share a blood link, you’re mine, you are Louis Heikki Button-Rosberg, on paper and in heart, you understand, bear? —. He took the chin of the young one and raised his face to meet his gaze, meeting a pair of saddened and tired blue eyes. — Your papa said it last night, but we will repeat it until you internalize it… The circus that your team created is not your fault, you never wanted to Alex crash in the same spot two years in a row, you didn’t asked to give up your car to Alexander, Williams signing with Carlos is the result of them trying to cover all the shit that they pulled over, you are a good driver, your results in your time in PREMA were pretty solid, it’s their loss if they can see that. But never ever in this life think that you are doing us a favor by not using your real identity, even if this situation happened while using our last names, we wouldn’t be disappointed, just angry at your team as your papa is right now, okay?.
The Williams driver only nodded, trying harder not to break down again.
— You and your sisters are our biggest treasure, no matter what, we’ll always be by your side, don’t be so harsh with yourself, just let us help you dear.
And with that, Louis let the tears fall again, apologizing over and over for not trusting them, for being mean with his words, for trying to hide all the pain. The older one only hugged him harder, brushing his slick hair with one hand, humming any sort of song while having him on his chest. He was decided to make everyone pay for how much they hurt Lou, it didn’t matter anymore if the persona of Logan was shattered into pieces, but every single person that by any means (ignoring, back talking, brushing off, etc) helped the deterioration of his pup's mental health will pay.
And by the sound of the continuous argument that Nico was having over the phone, he knows that he isn’t alone in this plan. Maybe his father-in-law could be persuaded into this shit show, everyone knows how much Keke loves Lou, his little rakas.
After all, they’re family, they would help, no matter if Lou’s godfather is part of the people who now doesn’t even pay a single look to him.
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An hour later Nico entered the room with a tray full of food in it, Naila and Alaïa followed him and made space for them in the nest. Jenson wasn’t sleeping, but asked the two girls to lower their voices so their older brother could rest a little bit more. The five of them accommodate themselves into the pile, letting their scents go and impregnate the blankets where they lay on, Nico took the other omega into his arms, cooing Lou. He was still mad with James, the call ended pretty bad and with threats on both ends, but it didn’t matter, his son was now in his arms, surrounded by the members of their family, safe and sound until the summer break ended. He will make sure to be in every single race with the girls, to support his pup even if the secrets that surrounded the omega boy were known by the whole world, he promised Lou to not let him down, to show to him that he was loved, and more importantly, that they were proud of him. They made an error by agreeing to Louis changing names in karting, dooming without knowledge the future of their child, they will repair what they caused and they’ll make sure that the world know that Lou isn’t alone.
He never was.