Formula One Reader Insert

Carlos Sainz Jr; Our Moment.

"Shall I take this to (Y/N)?" His father asked, now standing with an arm around Charles' shoulders.

"Please? I can't see her for another hour." He replied with his hand out, his tone demure as he remembered he couldn't be with his beloved. His father simply nodded and took the letter, saying his farewells to the young men as he meandered his way to the door of the bride's suite, his hand wrapping against the door before his daughter let him in.

"Where's my third daughter, eh?" He asked, seeing the young woman in her dress. His hand covered his mouth as his eyes slowly welled up, the older man unable to speak as the (H/C) haired woman turned to face him like an angel in the light. "Oh mija..." He whispered, holding a hand out to her.

"What do you think then, Carlo?" She asked, holding his hand tightly as he urged her to spin around.

"My son will never recover!" He said, pressing a kiss to her hand. "You look absolutely stunning, conejito."

"Thank you, Suegro." She whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. She spotted the letter and saw the calligraphic writing, knowing who it came from. "Did Sebastian send us a letter?" She quietly asked, watching as her father-in-law pulled a seat over for her to sit on. She immediately grabbed a tissue as she sat down and began reading through the letter, almost immediately crying at his kind words that felt like a hug. She protected her make-up as best she could with the tissue, Carlos gently dabbing his own clean handkerchief under her eyes to comfort her. "I'll call him before I walk down the aisle, just to let him see the dress." She mumbled, Carlos Senior nodding. He left the room for a while to let the emotions settle, meanwhile the boys room was anything but quiet after they started to get ready.

"Lando!" Carlos groaned, rolling his eyes at one of his two best men. "How have you lost the bloody waistcoat?!"

"I don't know!" The Brit responded, only for Reyes to walk into the room with the missing article. It turns out there was a mix up with the bags so his waistcoat ended up with a bridesmaid's dress.

"Carlos," Charles said, catching his friend's attention as he adjusted the buttons on the cuffs of his white shirt. "Did you finish writing your vows?"

"Ah, that is a no." He said, the no sounding aggressively Spanish. "I'm not good with writing like Seb, so I'm going to wing it."

"That's brave." Caco mumbled, earning a grin from his cousin.

"I can write them!" Daniel said, clearing his throat before speaking. "My Darling, I love your face, I love your arse, please let me mow it down like grass." He spoke eloquently, the room doubled over with laughter as he joined in like a seagull. They regained their composure enough to finish getting dressed and take photos as a group. Carlos and (Y/N) opted to do a first look photoshoot with just the groomsmen, so he headed down to the patio and stood amongst the crisp, frozen leaves in anticipation. The pair had opted to celebrate their nuptials in England, as a slight homage to their meeting at McLaren, getting married in Bath on New Year's Eve, and doing another ceremony in Madrid, his heart of home in the spring.

"So," Sophia the photographer of the day said. "We're going to have the groomsmen see her first as your father already has, and then we'll bring you in for the shots with your family at the aisle, so please make your way to the reception room." She instructed, Carlos going with the flow of the day as the groomsmen walked out. They all faced the empty field of the grand home, talking about the dress they think she would have chosen, the shutter and click of heels echoing across the grounds.

"Okay, turn around, boys!" She giddily said, watching as they all turned in their heels and their jaws dropped. Caco was the first to wipe a tear away and step forward to hold her hands.