Summary: After a tough couple of years in F1, George finally gets the win he so desperately wanted and you are right there to celebrate with him.
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Waiting for your first win ever was excruciating.
Going into every race thinking it might be the one and then slowly losing hope as the race would progress, realizing there was even more waiting in store before it would happen.
That's how George felt.
He had been in Formula 1 for quite some years now, but his win seemed nowhere near happening. He was slowly losing hope, getting used to the idea that he wouldn't win a race in the near future.
His family kept reassuring him that his time would come, but George's faith in himself left his body with each race that passed.
You knew how frustrating it must be, seeing all the drivers around you consistently getting wins and you struggling to get just one.
It was tough on someone's mind, it would ruin their thinking.
You, however, didn't let yourself think like that. He had been so close to winning so many times, you could feel it in your bones that his win was approaching with fast steps.
And oh, how right you were.
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Silverstone was a fan-favorite track on the F1 calendar for the fans, but it was even more special to both George and you.
You met at Silverstone, you started attending every race after it and became George's good luck charm, it was his home race and the UK was home for the both of you.
Plenty of reasons that supported your certainty that George would get his win at Silverstone.
He had been a nervous wreck all weekend, aware of how much the track meant for everyone, including you and his family, and he wanted to perform well.
"Baby, can you calm down? You're stressing yourself out for nothing" you had tried calming him down at your apartment in the morning before he had to get to the circuit.
He had barely slept, didn't want to eat anything ahead of the day and had been pacing all around the apartment since the moment he opened his eyes.
"I can't. Don't you realize how much is at stake here? I can't disappoint everyone again and not win this one. I'm going to be a failure and everybody will hate me" your heart broke when you heard George talk about himself so poorly.
You quickly got up and jumped in front of him, finally making him come to a halt and stop pacing around.
"You listen to me, Georgie. Nobody is going to hate you if you don't win today. I know you think they will, but they won't. Their support and love for you doesn't depend on whether or not you get a win today or in the next race. You're still young, baby, you have so much time to show the potential and talent you have, so many great years ahead of you. Your win will come at the right time. Please don't be so hard on yourself, I hate seeing you talk so badly about yourself"
He bit his lip but nodded, kissing you on the forehead before bringing you in for a hug.
"I'm sorry for being like this. I just want to make you and our families proud" his voice was muffled slightly because he had buried his face in your hair, but you understood him nonetheless.
"We're proud of you no matter what. We just want you to have fun and be safe. If you end up winning, we'll cheer you on. If you don't end up winning, we'll still cheer you on. We'll love you no matter what" you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his, silence sealing the promise that you would love him no matter what.
It was all he had needed to hear, his body slowly relaxing under his touch.
And it was also all he had needed to hear to motivate him to win today.
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You had never seen George drive so well.
From the moments the lights had gone out, he had been driving like his life depended on it. He was overtaking like it was second nature, battling for position with Lewis before the team had ultimately made the decision to switch cars because George was faster, racing Max for the first place like he had never before.
The whole garage was on the edge of their seats, staring at the screens with anticipation.
It wasn't until George had overtaken Max and crossed the checkered flag first that the chaos and celebrations had really begun.
Engineers high-fiving each other, shaking hands and screaming in delight, you and George's parents hugging in a corner away from the madness.
You hadn't even realized you had been crying until Alison had wiped off your tears, laughing when you noticed that she had been crying too.
As you walked out of the garage with the rest of George's team and waited for him to return to the pitlane, you couldn't help the excitement flowing through your veins.
All the sweat, the tears, the bad races, the bad strategies, the hopes and dreams of being a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner had finally paid off.
George had officially become a race winner.
And you couldn't be more proud of him.
When you saw his car approaching and parking in front of Number 1, you felt more tears run down your cheeks as you observed him getting out of the car.
The moment his helmet had come off, his eyes were searching for you in the crowd. When he spotted you, he gave his helmet to one of his engineers and quickly jumped over the barriers, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around.
"You did it!" you exclaimed in his ear, holding onto his body tightly.
"I did it for you" he said, kissing your neck before putting you down.
"I'm so proud of you, my love. You can't even understand" you said as you held his face in your hands, running your fingers through his damp hair.
"I couldn't have done it without your support" he said before leaning down and kissing you, smiling a little when you both head his team wolf-whistle behind you.
As you stood there in the pitlane embracing each other, celebrating his first ever win, you knew that you would overcome everything life would throw at you together.
The win didn't just belong to George.
It was a win for both of you.
Yours.
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