Della Lechâteau and her friends take off to Monaco for a grad trip to remember forever. The weather is warmer and the real world is nothing but a distant thought in the beautiful destination that attracts the wealthiest people in the world. Adventur...
A month later after a race weekend I was able to see live I'm following Charles up the steps into the private jet he arranged to take us to Seattle. "You didn't need to do this" I tell him feeling overwhelmed by the surely very expensive transport method. "The company lets me use these for free as long as I share the experience with the fans" my eyes widen at the crazy sounding deal, "wow" is all I mumble when we sit down.
Charles takes my hand interlacing our fingers quickly, "if you prefer we can fly with everyone else" I shake my head vigorously, "I think I like this privacy better" he chuckles and pulls me onto his lap. "T'est drôle Del" I shrug so he kisses my cheek, a smile coming to my face at the gesture,"let me know when you need to fly and I'll arrange it" I bite my lip looking down at our interlaced fingers, "I know that you feel like I don't need to but I want you to be comfortable and happy" his statement makes me look up. "Merci Charles" I say while moving a hand up to his cheek, he smiles before dropping a gentle kiss to my lips. I move back to my seat next to the Monégasque when we're informed that takeoff is minutes away. My hand stays locked with his as we ascent into the air.
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When we land in Seattle, we gather our things before leaving the jet. Charles takes my hand as we walk over to the car waiting for us. He opens the back door for me, I press a kiss to his cheek before sliding into the backseat, he sits next to me and I lean my head on his shoulder. "You ready?" I ask the Monégasque as we drive away from the airport, "oui" is all he says as he interlaces our fingers, I smile watching the familiar streets pass by.
The car rolls to a stop in front of my childhood home, Charles steps out of the backseat first before offering his hand to help me onto the pavement. We grab our bags out of the trunk before locking hands and walking up to the front door. "We can still back out now" I murmur, he laughs and squeezes my hand, "no way, I want to meet your family Del" he replies. I look over at him with a smile, "je t'aime" he kisses my lips gently, "je t'aime ma chérie" I squeeze his hand as I pull away, "okay let's do this" he nods so I unlock the door quickly.
We step into the unusually quiet house, which keeps me on edge as we put down our things by the entrance. "Della!" I jump at the yell turning to see my mom approaching us, "welcome home" she adds with a grin before her eyes latch onto the Ferrari driver next to me. Charles squeezes my hand before letting go, "it's so nice to finally meet you Mrs Lechâteau" he says while holding out his hand to her, "Its lovely to meet you Charles, we've heard so many great things from Della" she replies before pulling him into a motherly hug. I chuckle at the surprised expression on his face, he smiles and hugs her back, looking at me over her shoulder.
"Let the boy breathe hun" my dad says while walking over to us, he brings me into a hug, "welcome home sweetheart" he tells me, I smile, "it's good to be back" he winks at me making a giggle leave my lips. "Charles are you treating my little girl right?" he asks the Monégasque with a serious tone to his voice, "yes sir Mr Lechâteau" he replies with an expression I've only seen when he's about to start a race, "glad to hear, now how's the season going to for you?" I roll my eyes at the quick subject change no sign of the protective father in sight. Charles smiles at the question, answering him enthusiastically, I'm smiling at the two glad that they're hitting it off.
"Is he here yet!" My brother asks while running into the house, nearly knocking me over in his rush. I squeal making my boyfriend look over concerned, "slow it down P, I want to make it through this day" I say while placing my hand on his arm to steady myself, "sorry baby sis" I roll my eyes but let him hug me. A hand comes to my back making me pull away from my brother, "Charles this is my F1 obsessed older brother Pierre" I say, he smiles and holds out his free hand, "nice to meet you man" my brother squints at the Ferrari driver letting his hand hang for a few seconds, "P stop!" I whine, he laughs and happily shakes Charle's hand, "nice to meet you bro, great race this weekend". I feel myself zoning out on nothing specific as I stand between them while they talk about the race.
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"Chérie?" I blink a few times seeing that my brother has left and it's just me and Charles, he moves to stand in front of me, "désolé I zoned out there for a bit" he smiles, "it's okay" I take his hands, "they love you by the way" he brings my hands up kissing the back of them softly, "i love them too" he murmurs while keeping his gaze on mine. I bite my lip while freeing up a hand to move it to his jaw my thumb stroking his skin, "I'm so happy that you're here with me" he presses a quick kiss to my lips, "moi aussi mon amour" my hand slides to the base of his neck while he rest his forehead against mine. "Okay lovebirds go get settled and then we'll have some food" my mom says making us break apart to take our bags to my room.
I don't realize how small my room truly is until we're in it with our bags. "I swear this room was bigger the other day" I say making Charles laughs and I giggle while putting my bag down onto the bed. When he puts his stuff down he looks around the bedroom where I grew up, taking the time to look at all of the photos I have on display of childhood memories and of more recent memories. Charles stops at a corner of the room, he lets out a laugh making me wonder what he found. When he spins around holding open the poster Pierre got me a few years ago my eyes widen, "Daniel's even go you Della?" I walk over snatching the poster with red cheeks, "no, my idiotic brother got me the poster in hopes that it would get me to watch F1 with him" he lifts an eyebrow curiously, "it didn't work by the way" I add. When the Ferrari drive keeps looking at me with a smirk I cave, "don't look at me like that, yes I might've had a teeny tiny crush on the man but can you blame me he's fucking gorgeous" I admit while rolling up the poster keeping my gaze away from his. I swiftly move around him to drop the poster where it was leaning against the wall, arms come around me from behind, "don't worry chérie I won't tell him" the Monégasque murmurs into my ear while resting his chin on my shoulder, "I don't like him anymore anyways, I have someone better to cheer for" I explain placing my hands on his arms, he kisses my cheek softly, "je t'aime Del" I smile turning my head to look into his eyes, "je t'aime Char" he pecks my lips and lets me go. "Let's go, i'm starving and I think I can smell dinner" I laugh before taking his hand to pull him down to the dining room.
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16LechateauDella mon amour, mon monde, mon numéro un ❤️
emietach we were your number one first so ha!
wrentellier let her love her man Em, he did just meet the family after all
charlesleclerc this is the picture you chose for this? the poster of Daniel was way better
- 16LechateauDella I told you not to say anything about that!
- Plechateau that's hilarious, I can't believe he saw it
- 16LechateauDella STOP IT, he follows me on here 😤
- Plechateau oh my god danielricciardo
- 16LechateauDella I hate you so much 😑
ariellelechâteau77 i'm sobbing this whole exchange is hilarious
danielricciardo i've been summoned because I have an admirer
- charlesleclerc I think you broke her, she's staring at her phone not talking at all
- 16LechateauDella I'm never coming to a race again 😁
