The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

46. Embracing Her Future

Seb held his hotel room door open for Leah.

"Come on through, sorry it's a bit of a mess. I was pretty drunk last night."

"Were you really? I'd never have guessed," Leah laughed as she passed him and went into the room.  "Woah, you weren't joking."

She cast her eyes around the room, taking in the half empty bottle of whisky laying on its side on the floor.   She bent down and picked it up.  "What exactly were you doing?" she asked, looking at the clothes strewn around the room.  Seb gave a small laugh.

"Fucked if I remember."  He put his shopping bag down on the desk underneath the large flatscreen television that was mounted on the wall. They'd stopped off to get some basic toiletries for Leah to last her until she got the rest of her stuff.  She'd packed a change of clothes in her backpack, but had forgotten to pack her shampoo, deodorant and toothbrush. 

They stood there in silence for a minute.  Leah began to feel a little shy as she looked at the bed and remembered what they'd got up to in her bed just that morning. She began to feel that tell tale tingle between her legs as she thought about how he'd felt inside her.

To occupy herself, she bent down and began to pick his clothes up.

"Leah, you don't have to do that," Seb said. "I can do it."

"It's ok, I don't mind. I mean, there's nothing else to do..." Her eyes moved to his crotch. He noticed straight away and took a few steps nearer to her. She began to breathe faster as he closed the gap between them.

He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"Look, I'm going to go and freshen up. I need to get rid of this," he said, rubbing his beard against her cheek. She began laughing as it tickled her.

"Yeah, you'd better. You're beginning to look more like Robinson Crusoe than Sebastian Vettel," she joked.

"Cheeky!" he exclaimed, moving his hands to tickle her ribs. She fell back onto the bed in fits of laughter. Seb landed by her side.  Her laughter died down as she noticed how intensely he was staring at her. 

"What?" she asked softly. He reached a hand out and stroked her cheek tenderly.

"Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I  am."

"You're lucky? I'm the lucky one.  I mean,  you could have your pick of any girl in the world..."

"I only want you."  He kissed her softly. "I love you so very much, and I want you  to know that I'm here for you, no matter what.  I know it hurts leaving your family but I'm so happy that you've put your faith in me. I promise you I will not let you down."

Leah felt a tear escape her eye and run down her cheek. She felt a lump in her throat and suddenly the floodgates opened. She burst into tears. Seb immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. "Baby, it's ok. Baby, please don't cry. What did I say wrong?"

His words made her cry even more. Seb held her, feeling helpless. He wanted to help her but he had no idea what was wrong. Was she regretting taking him back? Did she regret making love with him? "Leah please, I don't know what to do," he said desperately. "Please tell me what's wrong!"

"Dad!"

"Your dad?" She nodded. Shit, she regretted choosing him over her dad didn't she? Seb felt his own tears welling up.

"Do you want to go back?" he asked glumly.

"No!" she managed to say. "I just...I hate arguing with him. He's been there all my life and he stood by me through everything,  and I just walked away. I'm such a bad daughter but I can't give you up, I just can't. I love you too much and if I don't have you then I'm nothing. You will always be my choice, but I just want my dad to love me, to give us his blessing. Why can't he be happy for me Seb?"