The story of our trust

Seventeenth

[♡]

Kyara Wolff

- Mom, I don't want to go! -  my son shouted on the plane. Marc reached the point where he had enough of everything.

- Please don't act like that!

- I want to go home! -  he said, and this was completely understandable, since we are talking about a 4-year-old child who does not even know who his father is. I managed to drag him down at the airport with great difficulty. It was Wednesday and to my greatest surprise we were not alone. Next to the car of the Wolff family was a familiar black car with a boy in sunglasses sitting in it. I must have looked very skinned because the aforementioned boy started to approach. When Marc saw him, he immediately stopped crying and waited, stunned, for the man to step next to us.

- What a surprise  ! - clapped his hands together and took my child out of my hands.

- Charles Leclerc, I see you again

-Yes And I can see you need a little help -  he said and stroked Marc

- Maybe - I said quietly

- Then consider it a day off today!  -  he said and looked towards his car

- No! There is no way! I don't want Marc to bother you,  you must have things with your girlfriend - I said the last word a little more ironically.

- You're funny, but we broke up - Charles said. Marc really wanted to go, he was moving in his hands, but Charles, to my greatest surprise, was able to handle the situation in the best way

- OK, one day! But Marc should be home by afternoon! - I said nervously, but immediately smiled when I saw how happy my son was to be with his father, whom he didn't even know was his father.

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Charles Leclerc

- We need to talk right now! - my best friend grabbed my shoulder. I looked at him confused as to what the hell he could want.

- What do you want Pierre? -  I looked at him funny as his face was very serious

- First of all, you'd better sit down! - he said, and I shook my head in confusion.

- Why should I sit down?

- Just sit down so I can start what I want to tell you! - he said when I sat down

- First of all. Don't you find Kyara's appearance in the Paddock strange? - he asked

- No. Not at all -  I said as Kyara gave an understandable reason for her presence.

- Now, listen to me because I do. And I'm not as blind as you! - he said as I started to think

- I don't understand - I said

- Charles Leclerc! Aren't you freaking out Kyara's kid? 4 year old. You slept with her 4 years ago, didn't you?... Do you know the child's name? -  Pierre looked at me

- Marc Wolff. His name is Marc, like mine. And fuck it, I slept with Kyara Wolf four years ago. - I stated the specific facts. I started holding my head, I got quite angry

- Why is that girl hiding this from me? - I asked my friend, who looked very serious

- I don't know, mate, but there might be a good reason for it. -  said Pierre, and I laughed to myself

- You're kidding, fuck it Pierre!! I have an almost 4-year-old son who doesn't even know about his father's existence!

- I know damn it! I want to change the current situation too! - said Pierre

- Well then, what should I do? -  I asked and put on my most serious face to ask the question.

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Kyara Wolff and my son got off the plane. Marc looked very tired and upset, it was so sweet that my heart ached that I didn't know about Marc's existence until now, it's not official yet, but I will get Kyara to tell me the truth before the race. I want her to tell me to my face that she didn't have an abortion and kept the child. I want you to suffer like I do. I want her heart to break as it did mine that night!

Marc in my hand and a small bag full of baby things. I walked towards the black Ferrari, Marc looked at me excitedly

- Will I be able to take the wheel? - he asked, and I nodded. I was with the cutest child in the world, his every move was so sweet that I was speechless.

I opened the door, Marc climbed behind the steering wheel and started playing.

- Come on Pierre! -  I said laughing

- Hi Marc! - Pierre said, and he laughed too

- Are you so afraid of my mom?! - he said, and I was surprised

- No! -  I said firmly

- Only Uncle Charles!  - agreed Pierre, and I would have known how to strangle the boy by the neck.

- What are we going to do now? -  I asked my friend who was looking at Marc with admiration

- You really look a lot alike! -  he whispered
- We're going to eat now! - he said when I agreed.

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After lunch I was very tired, I didn't think it would be so difficult to be with a 4-year-old child. Pierre stayed with me all day, but honestly I couldn't wait for 5 o'clock in the afternoon and I could finally take him to his mom.
I couldn't do much with him so he spent the whole afternoon in bed with the boys.

Towards the end of the afternoon, I packed up and walked back to my black car with Marc.

- Do you promise that you will behave like this again Marc? - I asked the little boy, and he just nodded sleepily.

- Will there be another time? - he asked with sparkling eyes

- If you want, of course, but I'll tell you, I also live where you are, so if I'm not competing, we can meet - I said cheerfully, and the little boy started screaming with joy

As I looked at Marc, I remembered that I always wanted this kind of life, my son was perfect, I couldn't have wished for a smarter and more beautiful boy than him. At the same time, I didn't know how I was going to tell him that I was his father.

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