Just Him ❤

60. Barcelona baby?

"Why?" He asked gruffly.

"Last minute meeting with the media team, they want myself, Chloe and Mia to attend, it's mainly to bring Mia up to speed now that Vanessa has moved on. I'm sorry, I know you might have erm..... other things to sort out." She grimaced.

"Fine." Seb huffed, so it looked as though the photos had got around the team too. "You'd best go." He turned to Chloe who quickly shoved the box back into her rucksack and swept past him out of the room.

~*~

The morning had flown by after the meeting had gone on for far longer than everyone had anticipated. FP3 had just finished with Seb fourth in the time sheets. He wasn't happy with the car and the amount of time he kept losing in the last sector, not only that but the car was too slow in most of the corners. After sending her a text warning her not to do the test without him, he was banking on seeing her over lunch but instead he ended up spending lunch with his mechanics and engineers. This was followed by a short strategy meeting for qualifying. His frustration was mounting both on and off the track. After picking over her salad in hospitality, Chloe headed into Seb's garage to meet with a photographer and journalist from a sports website who had been granted access for the afternoon. Qualifying was about to get underway so she stayed out of Seb's way, she didn't want to distract him but she could see that he looked as though he had something on his mind and she new exactly what it would be. She retreated back to the motorhomes to sit quietly in a corner dealing with yet more emails. Now she was getting emails from gossip magazines, especially ones based in Germany who were very interested in anything to do with Sebastian. She stuck to his earlier instruction of saying nothing and simply deleted them but not until she'd had to open and read every single one. Whilst working she kept an eye on the screens on the wall nearby, one was showing a live feed of qualifying and the other was a live timing screen.
"Chloe, ready to go?" Antti's voice seemed to come from nowhere.

"Huh?" She looked up from her laptop and then at the timing screen. She'd been so engrossed in her work that she hadn't realised that qualifying had now finished, and Seb had qualified in third. She needed to move her ass to get down to Parc Fermé, and fast. "Shit." She muttered as she closed the laptop. Antti watched in amusement as she bolted into Seb's changing room to put the laptop safely away. She grabbed his sunglasses, baseball cap, mobile phone and her dictaphone and ran back out only to find Antti had gone without her. "Shit." She said again before running out of the motorhome. She ran down the paddock as fast as she could and got to the rear of Parc Fermé to find Seb and Antti waiting for her. Seb flinched as she narrowly missed a wandering tv camera man. "Sorry....." She was out of breath.

"Be careful, no need to run like that. You nearly hit that camera man, you could have injured yourself." Seb remarked as she quickly passed him his things. Was he getting into protective, expectant dad mode or was she just reading too much into things?

"I was just so engrossed in these bloody emails and the phone has barely stopped, I didn't realise the time until Antti........" She said as they began to walk to the media pen.

"Its fine, stop stressing." He glanced at her and took a sip from his drinks bottle. He was remarkably calm, normally he hated to be kept waiting. Was this because of the possible baby? They entered the media pen and immediately fell in the usual process of going around reporters, thankfully no one mentioned the 'b' word and they got around everyone in what felt like record time. After having a couple of minutes free to talk to Charles they then headed to the press conference. Again, Seb seemed quite calm but as the questions were opened up to the floor she could see his calm exterior beginning to slip and he started to fiddle with something under the table. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she took it out to check it. 'Wish they'd get a move on x' He'd sent her a text, so that's what he was doing under the table. She typed a one worded reply back. 'Concentrate.' She watched as he read it and then looked at her before glancing around to make sure no one was speaking to him and then looking down at his phone again. 'Not knowing is driving me crazy x' Another message popped up on her screen, she rolled her eyes. She typed another reply. 'We have no choice right now, please concentrate x' She looked at him as she sent it, his gaze was fixed on her until he got caught out and completely missed the fact that a question was being directed his way. Mercifully the press conference ended after about twenty minutes and Seb gave her a look before throwing his microphone down on the table and legging it from the room. He was in a hurry, and she knew why.