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Hey,
It ain't much, but it's honest work. I felt like you deserved another update, so I hope you will enjoy this one. Not much is happening, but it's Pia and Charles 🤭
Loads of love and happiness<3
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Monaco, October 2019
"Don't you forget we are spending Friday at my parents'," the Italian shouted because her partner was blow-drying his hair. It was Wednesday afternoon and Charles came back just a day ago. He was still a little bit all over the place because of the jet lag. He didn't want to get used to the European time when he was flying back to Asia next week.
"What?" he shouted back while still drying his hair. He was checking himself in the mirror while doing that.
Pia sighed and made her way to the bathroom. She leaned against the doorframe and watched her fiancé for a bit. He was worthy of a sin as always.
"I said don't you forget we are spending Friday at my parents'," she repeated her words while smiling. She was grateful he was back.
"I'd never, my love," he replied as he turned off the hair dryer. He quickly kissed Pia's cheek before grabbing a tube of styling gel. The Italian was quick to steal it from his hands. She squeezed out a bit of product into her hand.
"Let me," she didn't even have to finish it and Charles was already on his knees. He was kneeling in front of her like he was about to start begging, but it was because he wanted Pia to have good access to his hair and their height difference made it really hard.
Pia chuckled as she applied the styling gel to Charles' hair, running her fingers through the dark locks.
Charles closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh. "Don't stop." He loved it when someone was playing with his hair. It was so calming.
"I'd never, my love," the younger one repeated Charles' words while still running her fingers through his hair. She looked at him in awe. She adored him.
Pia leaned closer to the Monegasque and started whispering words of love to Charles in Italian. It just sounded much better than in French. It was more intimate for her. I love you, my sweet little angel. I love you. I love you more than you can imagine.
Charles couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He reached out to cup Pia's face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I love you more. You have no idea." It wasn't unusual to hear Charles speak Italian. He was a Ferrari driver after all, so he talked Italian around the paddock all the time, but hearing those words in Italian from him would always make Pia weak in the knees.
The older one closed his eyes, his head leaning against Pia's chest as he felt the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the familiar scent of her perfume, and the soothing sensation of her fingers in his hair created a sense of contentment that washed over him.
After a while, Charles shifted his attention to the mirror and looked at his reflection. "Do I look good?" he asked with a hint of uncertainty, a playful smile on his lips.
Pia leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "You always look good, love," she reassured him, her voice tender and sincere.
Pia continued to run her fingers through Charles' hair, adding the finishing touches with a gentle touch. He couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man in the world.
"You're my angel," he whispered, looking into her eyes with sincerity. "I don't know what I'd do without you, P."
"I'd be utterly lost without you," she replied in a soft, affectionate tone, her hands still working through his hair.
The Monegasque got up from his kneeling position and pulled his fiancée into a warm, affectionate embrace.
Pia wallowed in the strength and warmth of his arms around her, her head resting against his chest. "You give the best hugs," she whispered.
Charles grinned and held her close. "Well, it's because I have the best person to hug."
Just as Charles leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on Pia's lips, her phone rang, breaking the moment of intimacy. "Ignore it," the older one demanded. The Italian just placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly.
"What if it's something important?" she asked him and got away from his embrace, making her way to the kitchen counter where her phone lay. Her fiancé watched as she made her way to the kitchen counter to answer the call, slightly disappointed that their intimate moment was interrupted.
"It's Daniel," the Italian announced because she knew more than well that Charles was curious about who was interrupting them.
"What is it's something important," Charles muttered to himself quietly while rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Dan... Oh, yeah, great. We're heading to Switzerland on Friday... yeah, well, you know how it's..." Pia spoke to the phone and then she started to laugh. "No," she said while still laughing. It irritated Charles a bit.
"No, no running around with the garden hose... It's only fair. He's my age... Sure, will do. I'm sure my mum would love to see you too... No, no plans for Sunday... Yeah, sure, that sounds good... I'm sure he won't mind. At least he'll have time to be with his boys... Okay, that's the deal then. Looking forward to it... Yup, take care. Love you." With that, the Italian ended the call.
"Alright, you've got me intrigued now," he admitted, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What was so funny, and what's the deal for Sunday?"
"Oh, nothing. Just Daniel being Daniel. You know him," the Italian brushed it off. She didn't really feel like explaining the whole story. "But about Sunday. You can invite the boys over."
"But I wanted to spend my Sunday with you," he said a bit disappointed. He needed to recharge his batteries before flying to Japan and the best way to recharge his batteries was being with his beloved fiancée.
"Oh, come on. Joris was basically begging me yesterday over texts to spare one day being with you because they want to see you. I didn't understand why he'd do that, but it turned out I'm not feeling way too well, and you have to be by my side," Pia revealed. "Do you know how he happened to have such an idea?" The Italian asked him teasingly and Charles' cheeks heated up. He was caught in his lie.
"Ehh, well, I might've or might have not told him that," he said as he scratched the back of his head. "He wanted me to meet with him and the boys, but I wanted to be with you," the Monegasque admitted. He wanted them to spend this week together in their apartment in a little cocoon and recharge.
"Trying to get some extra time with me, huh?"
Charles chuckled, slightly embarrassed but not regretful. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, wrapping his arms around her.
"Want me to call Daniel and cancel our movie night on Sunday?" His fiancée asked him softly.
"No, it's f- Wait movie night?" He asked putting emphasis on the word night. "Meaning you won't sleep at home?"
Pia raised an eyebrow at Charles' reaction and his emphasis on the word "night." She noticed his subtle discomfort and quickly understood what was on his mind.
Charles, who had never been particularly good at hiding his feelings, sighed and confessed, "I don't like the idea of you not sleeping at home. I've slept more than enough nights without you." He didn't like it. His bed always felt cold without Pia in it. She was his little spark.
"It's just one night, my love. I'll come back home to you in the morning." Pia was never the obeying one. She was Italian to her fingertips – passionate, outspoken, stubborn, a little bit too wild, but then Charles came along, and Pia liked that she had someone whom she could obey. She liked the feeling she belonged to someone to a certain point.
His smile grew wider, and he held her close. "Yes, come back home to me," he let out. "Come back home to me. I like the sound of that."
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"I think Seb will think you're still annoyed because of Singapore," the Italian said as they were sitting in the cab, bringing them from the airport to Vettel's residence.
"Nah, we had a dinner after the race. He knows we're more than fine," Charles let out, surprising his fiancée. He hadn't mentioned before that he had dinner with her dad.
"Oh, really? You haven't said anything," Pia said while looking at the Monegasque.
"Yeah, well, I didn't find it important," he tried to brush it off. He didn't want to tell Pia what they were discussing over the dinner. "Should I start telling you about every dinner I have with someone? It would be an endless list of names."
"No, but you could've mentioned this. It's my father," Pia replied, her voice sharp as a razor. She could feel how she began to grow irritated. Yeah, he didn't want to tell her, but he didn't need to behave like this about it.
"It's not like you mentioned the funny day you spent with my brother either," he said putting emphasis on the words my brother.
"Arthur told you something?" His fiancée asked him.
"He didn't have to. Today, I opened Twitter for the first time after a while and the first thing I saw was a picture of you two leaving a clinic. I guess you didn't find telling me about it important either," he fired back. He didn't want to be mean, but he was annoyed that she didn't tell him. Not so much about spending her time with Arthur, but rather about the fact that something happened, and she needed to go to the clinic.
Pia sighed and ran a hand through her hair, her frustration giving way to a sense of guilt. "I'm sorry. I should've told you, but it was such a minor thing that I didn't want to bother you during your race weekend."
Charles, worried about her health, pressed further, "And what minor thing is it?"
"I have low glucose levels," Pia replied, her voice tinged with a bit of discomfort.
"How did you find out about that? Did you have symptoms?" Charles inquired, his concern deepening.
"I didn't. They discovered it," she confessed, her gaze shifting away.
Charles furrowed his brow, worry etched on his face. "So, why did you go to the clinic in the first place?" He wanted to understand what had led to her visit to the clinic and why she hadn't shared this with him earlier.
"To take a drug test," she admitted quietly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. She didn't want to explain this whole mess, but she also knew lying to him would be stupid.
"What?" Charles' eyes widened in surprise and concern.
Pia hesitated, her mind racing for the right words to explain the situation. Finally, she sighed and decided to be honest with him. "It's a long story. Arthur saw me with little something and he didn't believe me that I didn't take anything, so I suggested a drug test, so he would trust me."
"What the fuck, Pia?"
"I don't know, Charles. It wasn't mine. I just took it from someone because I know how bad it is, and Arthur just came in. It was just a huge misunderstanding," the Italian explained the situation more.
"Are you really telling me that my brother made you take a drug test because he didn't believe you?" The Monegasque was clearly angry. He was annoyed that his brother didn't believe Pia. For heavens' sake, she was his fiancée.
"It was my idea," Pia tried to protect Arthur.
Charles took a deep breath, his emotions still running high. "Pia, this is just... unbelievable. I wish you had told me about it from the beginning. We could have handled it together. I don't like the idea that you had to do that to make him believe you."
"I don't blame him, Char. It's hard for him when he knows what he knows," Pia responded, understanding Arthur's perspective.
Charles sighed and looked out the car window. He understood Arthur, but he felt so bad for his fiancée. He trusted her unconditionally, so why Arthur couldn't? Why did she have to undergo a drug test just to convince him? Pia was already a different person, so why Arthur couldn't understand that?
"I just wish he treated you with more respect."
Pia leaned in closer, her fingers lightly touching Charles' cheek, and she smiled softly. "I know, my love. But Arthur will come around. I appreciate your concern, but he just needs time to adjust."
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"Dad, I- Well, we have to tell you something," the Italian said as they all sat down at the dinner table. Under the table, Pia reached for Charles' hand and squeezed it.
"I know it's not really traditional since Charles didn't ask you beforehand, but... Charles and I, we are engaged," she announced while looking at her fiancé. She was so in love. The young Italian knew her mother wouldn't be surprised since she knew, but she also wanted her dad to know.
"I mean, that's such wonderful news. I'm really happy for you, but Charles did ask me," Sebastian revealed. He wasn't really sure whether he made the right decision when he agreed. It was all a little bit too rushed in his opinion, but Charles had explained everything to him.
"He did?" Pia asked him surprisedly. The Monegasque couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the surprised look on Pia's face when Sebastian revealed that he had indeed asked for his blessing.
Sebastian nodded, smiling. "Yes, he did. We went on a dinner after Singapore, and he asked me there." Oh, everything made so much sense now. That's why Charles didn't tell her about that dinner.
Pia's eyes shone with happiness, and she turned to her fiancé, her voice filled with gratitude. "So, that's why you didn't tell me."
"I wanted to make it right. I knew Sebastian's blessing is important to you, so I wanted to make it right for you," her fiancé admitted. He knew it still wasn't completely right, because he got Sebastian's blessing after they were already engaged, but he tried to make it as right as possible.
Pia, overwhelmed with emotions, couldn't help but express her gratitude to her fiancé. She leaned over and planted a loving kiss on Charles' lips. "Thank you, Char. It means a lot," she whispered with a warm smile.
"Gross." Finally, one of the twins joined the conversation. Their older sister doubted they really understood what was happening, but it wasn't really significant to them.
Laughter filled the room as little Theo's comment lightened the mood.
"Wait until you find a girl you fancy, young man," Charles said in response to his comment.
"Oh, he already does. You should see him when Joanna is around," Pia said jokingly, and Theo's cheeks went bright red. He crossed his arms and put on his angry face which made everyone laugh once again.