Can I request for Lewis where your pregnant and he returns home to you in his shirt and underwear?
Yours Truly,
Lewis hamilton x fem!reader
Words:1000-ish? idk
Summary: It's Monza, Lewis is disappointed by his outcome but you're always there for him, even when not physically.
Notes: I delivered what I could and what my mind came up with, sorry if it wasn't what you wanted, also, I have a Charles Leclerc fanfic out, can you guys maybe show some love to it? Thank you <3
Lewis had lost count of the amount of times he'd looked at the message you sent him to prepare for the race weekend. Whenever he works out, finishes an interview, goes on a track walk, he gets his phone after once he's finished and rereads it all over again, it gives him a surge of energy and motivation to go on and do things even more possibly.
You were unfortunately at home, unable to go with him to the beautiful country and be there for him for the race. Why? Because you have a baby that would pop out very soon, so you were instructed by Lewis himself to stay home surrounded by your family and near your doctor, even if he'd miss the birth of his baby girl, you'd still be safer and more comfortable than in a foreign country.
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Dear Lew,
I'm still angry with you for making me stay back but I, luckily for you, still love you. You already know I'd always love you, you sneaky little arse. Me and our little girl are missing you lots, now and we really, really, really wanna see you with that trophy, babe and we know you can and will get it. So, now i'll wait till the race start and watch you push through them all till you get that pole love. Can't wait to see you on Tuesday!
Yours truly,
Your Y/N.
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The race's result didn't come out as wanted for Lewis and it made him upset, yet he still went around with a smile on his face, until he stopped before his doorstep, ringing the doorbell with his luggage beside him.
"Coming!" You yelled from the inside, making a smile appear on his face before he'd even see you.
He can sense you struggle up from the couch while cursing whomever it was on the other side of the door before even answering. You never liked answering the door or phone calls, you'd preferred texts, of course unless it was Lewis on the other end of the phone.
"It's way too early in the mor-Lewis?" You knitted your brows up at him before you smiled widely at him and threw your arms around him.
"Hey." He chuckled, feeling your bump against his torso.
"You came early! I thought you were coming tomorrow, love?" You grinned, pulling back slightly but keeping your arms around him.
He'd noticed you, simply in a pair of clean boxers (that you stole from him, but you'd never admit, they were just too comfortable) and his shirt since you did admit that your shirts had gotten smaller and his shirts fit you more, plus, they smelled like him.
"I just wanted to spend some alone time with you before the little one comes." He told you, making you squint your eyes at him in suspicion.
"What kind of alone time?"
He simply laughed at your bewildered expression before ushering you inside and getting his things then shutting the door after him.
"It could be whatever you want?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as your expression turned to one of horror.
"No, thank you." You turned around and quickly and 'ran' back to the couch, turning around to face your lover once your reached there. "We could cuddle?"
He nodded happily, making his way towards you as you opened your arms wide for him. He slipped into them again before seating down the both of you gently.
His hand was rested on your swollen belly, caressing it softly as the comfortable silence surrounded the happy couple.
"Are you okay, love?" You murmured, your voice so low he almost didn't catch it if he wasn't already staring at you.
He hummed. "Yes, why?"
You lifted your head up to better see him, resting your chin on the back of your hands to not bother him more than laying half your body on him.
"I'm offended that you thought I'd buy that, Sir Lewis. I've known you longer than your fans." You quirked a disappointed brow at him as he smiled at you.
"No, I'm okay, really. I've had my time, my wins and it's time for a new generation to take over." He stated, directing his attention towards the cieling since it seemed less fearful than your intense gaze.
"But, you still want to be up there with them." You mumbled, laying your head against his chest again, listening to his calm heartbeat.
"Well...isn't that what everyone wants?" He wondered as you looked up at him. You leaned up, kissing his bearded chin.
"Should we get another cupboard for your trophies, then?" You teased him lightheartedly, caressing his cheek comfortingly.
He just smiled, closing his eyes. "How about a little nap?" He suggested, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
"I don't think the little one approves." You whispered, horrified.
"What?" He frowned, tilting his head up to see you.
"My water just broke." You informed him, clenching your eyes shut in fear.
"What?!"
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