From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

All We Got

She dug her phone out to shoot a message to Scar. 'I'm in major trouble... Natalia guessed my pregnancy. I'll speak to Lewis that I'll leave my position by the end of this week. No other choice. Breakfast on Tuesday?' She pushed her hair out of her face whilst she exhaled in annoyance before dialling all too familiar number to Mercedes' PR office. She had a lot of work to do before meeting with Lewis on Tuesday.

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'Morning!' Emily chirped when Scar made herself present in the early morning on Tuesday morning in the random cafe in Central London. 'Morning. Do you know this is early, even for me?' Scar murmured when she gave Emily a cache kiss to her cheek before sitting down with a heavy sigh. 'Coffee, black, please.' She sighed gratefully to the waiter, and Emily waited patiently for her friend to return her attention to her. 'Did you sleep last night?'

Emily smirked. 'No... The baby pushed against my bladder, and I had to pee like thousand times last night.' Emily sighed and eyed the steaming cup of coffee jealously in front of Scar. 'The baby thinks the coffee is disgusting and doesn't allow me to think about it.' Emily explained why she had ordered tea, and Scar shot a pitiful look towards her. 'You make pregnancy sound the best thing ever, love.' Scar mocked her, and Emily showed her tongue in protest. 'I'll remember this when it's your turn to feel like a whale and penguin cramped in the same body.' Scar huffed. 'I reckon I would need to find someone willing to stick around long enough.'

'Seb?'

'We just started seeing each other more regularly. Besides, we aren't here to talk about me.' Scar pointed out bluntly.

'Ergh, well... Today is the day when I tell Lewis of my resignation... I panicked massively when the Sky News host figured out I'm pregnant, and it's only a matter of time until the rumours will start circulating at the paddock... I would prefer to play a low key by then.' Emily mumbled, and she felt how panic rose within her. Scar grabbed her hand. 'Hey, look at me.' Scar's blue eyes swam in assurance and harmony. 'You already resigned weeks ago. All the preparations are done. This is the last step before you're free from the world of F1.' Emily nodded. 'Thanks. I have told the PR agency that I'll start with them next week. Back to the basics.'

'Sounds like you have everything figured out now.' Scar commented chirpily. 'Oh, what a load of codswallop!' Emily laughed. 'I'm a bloody mess.' She pointed to her round stomach, and she felt how the tears tickled her eyes without any apparent reason. 'Argh, these dam arse hormones.' She groaned and swiped the tears away hastily, taking deep breaths. Scar graced a soft smile towards her. 'Emily, you'll be alright. You're gonna be an awesome mum with a super cool auntie in town.'

'You mean my sister?' Emily looked mortified for a moment. 'I meant me.' Scar commented dryly, amusement reflecting from her eyes. Emily nodded weakly, a timid smile playing on her lips. 'Of course, I'll be fine.' She was mortified at being alone. Scar checked her phone, and her cheeks turned bright red. 'Ergh, I-I-I, I need to go. Seb decided to drop by my place to surprise me... Geez, this guy will be the death of me.' She murmured hostility, junked down her coffee before waiving the waiter to bring the bill. 'Are you gonna be okay?' Scar asked with piercing eyes. 'If you need mental support, I'm happy to leave Seb standing behind the door.' Emily burst to laugh at her comment. 'Love, I'm sure you would be willing to do it... However, how would you handle the sex band he would oppose on you?' Emily snickered when Scar's eyes widened with horror. 'Gotta dash. I'm addicted to my euphoria.' With a cache kiss to Emily's cheek, her friend was speeding off the cafe, on the phone. 'Darling, I'm on my way.'

Emily smiled fondly after her friend and shook her head. She was happy Scar had found Seb, and they had managed to make it work to a certain extent. The smile disappeared when her thoughts drained on her personal situation and made her huff. She never pictured being a single mother. 'No one does, silly.' She snarled at herself when she took another sip of the tea, eyes glued to the door, waiting for her another victim to arrive.

She urged to roll her eyes when she recognised the capped and sunglasses worn by Lewis entering the cafe, looking suspicious shoplifter rather than paying customer. 'Hi, babes.' He greeted her with an easy grin on his lips and a kiss on her cheek. 'Why can't you behave like normal people?' She gave a pointed look towards his ridiculous attire. 'You know I get noticed. I want to blend in.' He defended himself and hushed his order to the waiter, who grunted in return. 'See, even he's scared of you. You look like a gangster.' She complained. 'We're in Shoreditch House. This place is full of celebs, so, please, get over yourself.'

He had a way to push her buttons the wrong way, and she was already annoyed with him before she had a chance to speak to him. What a fantastic start for the conversation. She leaned backwards on her seat, arms across her chest, looking every bit of cross as she felt. After eyeing her for a while, he lost the hat and sunglasses. Her frown turned into a beam in a heartbeat. 'See, it wasn't so hard, was it?'

'Whatever. What did you want to talk about? I thought my engagements are up to date until at least until summer break.' Lewis commented when he sat more comfy on the chair, and she nodded along with his words. 'They're.'

'Then why are we?' He looked confused, and his comment stung more than she expected. She took a shaky inhale. Breathe. She opened her mouth to share the news with him, yet she couldn't usher them out. Her hand clasped tighter against the mug that she nurtured on her lap, warmth radiating to her palms. 'Emily?' Lewis' annoyance shone through his features when his dark eyes stared at her. 'We don't have the full day, you know.' A flash of irritation shot through her and spatted through gritted teeth. 'I'm returning to MASH with an immediate effect.' There, it was out now.

What happened next, she hadn't anticipated. Lewis exploded, and she stared at him, wide-eyed when he yelled and cursed at her, deceiving him. 'I trusted you. I wore my heart on my sleeve with you.' He did what? 'I didn't know.' She stumbled, bizarrely confused on the turn of events. She cursed under her breath when they received some edgy looks towards them. Shit, it was a bad idea to do this in public. 'Lewis, love-'

'Don't you 'love' me, Emily.' His eyes were seething betrayal, and she urged not to laugh as the situation was so absurd. 'Lewis, I have been our PR Officer for over a year now. It was meant to be a temporary thing anyway. Marc will be wonderful with you. He's experienced. He understands the hoops of the F1. It's time for me to move on.' Because he had her bloody pregnant. She attempted to remain calm despite the restless activities happening in her tummy. She shushed quietly, tapping her belly discreetly, hoping the baby would stop kicking. 'What are you doing?' Her fearful eyes popped up. Shit. 'Nothing, absolutely nothing.' She hastily dropped her hand to her side and cleared her throat. 'Any questions? I'll spend this week with Marc going through your engagement to the upcoming weeks, so he's up to speed and your preferences. Then, I'm off.'

He exploded again and went on and on about how she had misled him. Slowly, Emily reached her boiling point when he had turned nasty and expressed how ungrateful she was for his efforts. Her jaw had dropped open when he had directed his anger towards her once again. She raised her hand to signal the waiter for the bill whilst digging out her wallet. The waiter approached her, vary, but she handed her card assuringly. Every angered word was another stab to her already fragile heart. She was fond of him, but the person before her wasn't the person she fancied.

She gathered her items before lifting her eyes to meet his. 'I'm leaving. I'll speak to you tomorrow to give an update on the handover with Marc.' She took a couple of steps before he snarled behind her. 'So, now what? We fucked, and you leave because we didn't come to an item? All women are the same.' That was it.

On a whim, she turned around and barked at him. 'You're a bloody idiot. I'm pregnant, that's why I'm leaving. If you must know, the baby is yours, you bloody moran and arsehole.' She ran out of the cafe and kept running until she was a few blocks away from the place. She collapsed against a wall, muffing her screams against her hands, tears glittering in her eyes that she blinked away intensively. Dam hormones. What the fuck did she do?