Jessie was sweet, petite, sexy as hell and everything that Sebastian Vettel had ever wanted, but she was out of bounds, she belonged to another man.
Jessie's husband was Seb's best friend. Seb would never betray him, no matter how much he wanted Je...
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Seb pulled the small jewellery box out of his pocket and opened it, glancing at the tiny silver bracelet in the moonlight as Martha navigated the last few roads leading to home.
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He knew it wasn't something Mollie would wear a lot, but he'd thought it adorable and had bought it for her on the spur of the moment. Perhaps they could get some professional portrait photos taken with her wearing it? He made a mental note to mention it to Jessie. It would be lovely to have a large canvas of their baby girl up on the lounge wall. Their parents would love one too.
He yawned, exhausted from the long flight home. He'd taken the first available one after the Chinese Grand Prix, desperate to be home with his two girls after three weeks away.
He was returning with his 100% podium rate still intact after winning in Suzuka, and a third place in Shanghai. He was leading the championship, and the team were leading the constructors. A fairly successful three weeks away, but he was beyond happy to finally be going home.
He yawned loudly again. Martha chuckled.
"Don't worry boss, you'll soon be tucked up in bed. You'll drop off as soon as your head hits the pillow. Then minutes later you'll be woken by a screaming baby."
