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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Heading into summer break Seb was sixteen points clear of Lewis Hamilton in the drivers championship.
To his, Jessie's and their parents' delight he had won at Silverstone, in fact he'd got a Grand Chelem.
Disappointment followed in Hungary when he had DNF'd after a collision with Lewis at the start. The Englishman had continued undamaged, but to Jessie's amusement had broken down a couple of laps from the end, gifting the win to Charles.
Jessie and Mollie travelled to Belgium with Seb for the final race before summer break, which had put Seb in a buoyant mood. He'd missed out on pole to Charles by just 0.035 of a second, but had taken the lead at the start and disappeared off into the distance.
Jessie's bump, although visible, was still small enough to disguise with a baggy top so they'd managed to avoid any awkward questions.
They both knew that probably wouldn't be the case once racing started up again after the break. By then she would be twenty weeks and halfway through her pregnancy.
Everything was going as smoothly as they could have both hoped for. Jessie's morning sickness seemed to have stopped, and she wasn't feeling so drained of energy. As her mother had told her at Silverstone, she was blooming.
