All I want for Christmas is you - Nyck de Vries

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After winning the Formula 2 championship, you got a Williams seat and you would be driving alongside your dear friend George Russell. Nyck also got a seat in Formula 1, with McLaren. For the first time in two years, and since you started dating, you wouldn't be driving in the same team. You had already found an apartment in England that was between the Williams factory and the McLaren factory, so you could still live together while working, besides your home in Monaco. But you would not be working together anymore, you would be more exposed to the media and the fans, and the pressure would be heightened. For the last 2 years, racing never came in the way of your relationship, so there's no reason for it to start now. Nyck says you're a pessimistic person. He's probably right.

"We look like a family, don't you think?" You had just put the plate in the oven when Nyck gently pushed your back against the counter, his hands lying on the counter to prevent you from leaving. His hair were growing again and you pushed them away from his forehead. You had been telling him to get a haircut for the past week but he kept refusing to go to the hairdresser, said long hair made him look younger.

"We are a family."

"You're right. You're my family, Y/N." His nose brushed against yours and you sighed in content. There was nothing more comforting than Nyck's touch. "Although I think there's something missing."

Nyck took your hand, linking your fingers together, and guided you to the Christmas tree in the living room. He took a small package from the pile of packages that you had yet to open.

"Come on Y/N, open it!" He exclaimed excitingly.

You were curious about what this was all about. As you opened the package, you found a small deep blue velvet box. His stare encouraged you to open it and your breath got stuck in your throat. You were facing the most gorgeous silver ring. An engagement ring. Your eyes kept going from the ring to Nyck's face and then back to the ring.

"Before you freak out, cause I can see you already are, I'm not asking you to marry me

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"Before you freak out, cause I can see you already are, I'm not asking you to marry me. This is like a promise ring. I know you're going to be my wife someday, but until then, I want everyone to know that you're mine. And I want you to know that I'm going to propose, soon."

"Why not today?" Was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

"Because I know you, Y/N. Remember how freaked out you were when we spent the night together during the French GP? Or when I told you I loved you? I don't want you to run on me yet." He mocked and you rolled your eyes as you remembered everything he was referring to.

"Ask me now."

"Wh-what?"

"Ask me to marry you, de Vries."

Nyck stared at you to know if this was a joke or not. You were surprised yourself. But when Nyck told you it wasn't an engagement ring, you were profoundly disappointed. You didn't know if you were ready to be married yet, but you were ready to call Nyck your fiancé. You were together for less than two years, and this was a huge step but you had no hesitation.

Nyck took the box from your hands and went down on one knee. It's true he was looking like a kid with his hair like that, but that's how you fell in love with him.

"Y/N Y/LN, my rival, my enemy, my teammate, my lover, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

You nodded, a huge smile on your face, and gave him your hand so he could slip the ring on your finger. It fitted perfectly.

"Yes, Nyck, I want to be your wife!" Nyck held you strongly in his arms and you could hear him sigh in comfort in your ear. "We come from a long way, huh? Never would I have thought 2 years ago that this would happen."

"And you know what's best? Now I'll get to call you de Vries as well."

"Formula 1, you better be ready! The de Vries are coming and they're ready to conquer the world."

As the snow was starting to fall upon Monaco, Nyck kissed you with all his love. This year, Santa brought you the best of gifts. You were ready to start the rest of your life, as a Formula 1 racing driver, and as a future married lady. You had everything you ever wished for. What started as a rivalry finally turned into a great love story.

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