Summary: Winning a race after a tough first half of a season is more than enough reason to go all out and celebrate with Carlos.
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Ferrari had had a very tough first half of the season. Everyone knew that, even Carlos.
Bad race after bad race, it seemed as if the bad luck had stuck to the team and didn't want to leave at all.
However, everything changed at the Singapore Grand Prix.
Carlos had been more hopeful than usual, having so much faith in himself that this would be the race where he would finally get a podium, maybe even mark the first win of the season.
"Are you ready?" you asked Carlos as you waited for him to leave your hotel room for the track.
"Yes, more ready than ever" Carlos was in such a good mood that you couldn't help but feel the same.
"Are you looking forward to the race?" you took his hand as he led you out of the elevator and towards the car waiting for you.
"I'm confident I can get on the podium" he said, nodding his head.
You nodded with him, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"I believe in you"
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Singapore was beautiful.
The track itself was amazing.
The atmosphere, the fans, everything was just... alive.
The roaring of the cars, the engineers preparing all around the garage, the drivers finally getting out on track for qualifying.
You loved coming to races with Carlos because of how special it felt at each and every Grand Prix, the fans living the moments from the grandstands, everyone cheering for their favorite driver, just like you did for your boyfriend.
You had always been a well-known face around the paddock, seeing as you and Carlos have been together since his McLaren days. The fans loved seeing you every single time, sporting the colors of your boyfriend and his number huge on your back so everyone would know who you were there to support.
Courtesy of Carlos who just didn't want to have accidents about men hitting on you because let's be honest, you were absolutely gorgeous.
You had been paying very close attention to Carlos' performance during qualifying, not even recognizing the man behind the wheel because of how amazingly he was driving.
By the end of the session, he had managed to score Pole Position, which prompted the entire garage to celebrate him as soon as his car rolled back up into the garage.
"Congrats baby!" you squealed once he finally escaped from the swarm of engineers who had been congratulating him, finally being able to make his way to the corner where you had been patiently waiting.
"I told you this would be my weekend" he cheekily replied, making you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder gently.
"Yeah, yeah"
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You hadn't expected Carlos to actually win the race, seeing as he had been battling for position with Max the entire race and the Dutch didn't seem to want to lose his place.
However, you didn't even know how he managed it, it all happened so fast, but you woke up to your boyfriend leading the last laps of the Grand Prix, keeping it up until he was the first to pass the checkered flag.
Everyone in the Ferrari garage was just as shocked as you were, but they started celebrating nonetheless.
The smiles of everyone working for Ferrari almost made tears come to your eyes, knowing they had needed this win almost as much as your boyfriend did, especially after having such a hard year ever since the beginning of the season.
After all the post-race celebrations were finished, you and Carlos made your way towards the hotel, barely able to keep your hands off of each other.
"I'm so proud of you, my race winner" you spoke against his lips, your hands desperately clinging to every part of his body that you could reach.
"You'd better show me just how proud you are of me, my love" he pulled away just enough to unlock the hotel door before quickly pushing you inside, slamming you against the door as soon as he got it closed.
"Of course" your voice was sultry, your hands wandering down to his growing bulge. "I'll make sure to show you exactly how proud I am of you, all of you"
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It was several hours later, very late into the night, and you were lying with your head on Carlos' chest, exhausted from the activities you had been up to after you got back to the hotel.
"I'm proud of you" you whispered against his chest, saying it for the hundredth time that day alone, let alone the entire weekend.
"I couldn't have done it without you by my side" Carlos replied, planting a sweet kiss on your temple as he traced your spine with his hand.
"That's a lie, I don't even do anything to help you" you giggled, tracing random shapes on his toned chest.
"Yes, you do. You're my moral support, I wouldn't be able to get through everything if it weren't for you" he explained, tightening his hold around you.
"I know you've had a tough year, it was my job to make sure you're alright after everything Ferrari puts both you and Charles through"
"All I could think about today was you and how I couldn't allow myself to disappoint my fans again. They believe in me so much and I've been failing to show them that their belief in me is not in vain"
"Hey" you raised your upper body and rested your elbow against the mattress, bringing your face in front of his. "Everyone knows just how talented you are, you've just had a bad year. Nobody is blaming you because it's not your fault. Times like this prove to everyone just how good and talented you are, mi amor" you caressed his cheek and planted your lips against his.
He returned the kiss, rubbing your noses together once you both pulled away in need for air.
"I don't know where I would be without you" he whispered, gazing into your eyes with his chocolate brown ones, making your heart melt.
His eyes reminded you of a puppy dog, you could never say no to him when he would look at you like that.
"You won't ever find out because I never plan on leaving"
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