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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"This is really real, isn't it?" Jessie asked Seb as they stared down at the package Seb had just taken in from the postman.
As soon as the postman had rang the intercom and told them that he needed a signature for something they'd known exactly what it was.
"Want to open it?" Seb asked her. She shook her head.
"You do it," she told him. He'd already missed out on so much whilst away this was the least she could let him do.
He carefully opened the package and pulled out the contents, a softcover blue booklet with a gold crest on it. Mollie's passport.
He opened it, smiling at the photograph of their baby girl, his heart beating faster as he read her official name. Mollie Isabel Vettel.
He slipped his arm around Jessie's shoulder and pulled her close to him as they both sat there just staring at the passport. Finally his girls could travel with him!
Jessie leant forwards and pulled a tissue from the box on the coffee table. Just in time, she managed to cover her nose and mouth as a loud sneeze escaped her.
"Gesundheit!" Seb said. She gave a small laugh and thanked him.
"You should go back to bed,' he told her. She shook her head vehemently.
"It's just a cold," she replied. "I'll live."
"I know you will baby, but why not take it easy now I'm home. I don't have to train until tomorrow, and it's not as if I'll have to do much anyway, just some laundry, some dinner and the rest of the time I'll be spending quality time with Mollie."
Jessie was tempted, she really was. Despite saying it was just a cold, she felt awful. Her head was thumping and she ached all over. Still, Seb had only been back from Miami for half a dozen hours and he was tired, she knew he was.
"Why don't we do the chores together?" she suggested as a compromise. "Then we can chill out."
"Ok," Seb reluctantly agreed. "But if you begin to feel any worse make sure you tell me."
Jessie stood up and glanced in the pram at their sleeping daughter, who was also full of cold.
Seb stood up too, noticing Jessie, wincing in pain.
"Sit," he told Jessie. "I'll get you a couple of paracetamol. Don't try and say you're ok. I know you, and you're not."
Jessie knew there was no arguing with him. Maybe she should just let him take care of her. Just one day wouldn't hurt.
She sank onto the sofa and Seb headed into the kitchen, returning with two paracetemol and a glass of water.
Jessie thanked him, took the tablets from him and popped them into her mouth. She then took the glass of water and took a sip to wash the tablets down.
