Thursday December 5th 2019. Stryn, Norway.
Seb's P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing in our en-suite, how many time's had she been up in the night before now? If peeing was an Olympic sport, then she'd have won gold for sure! Knowing how she didn't like me pointing out such things I decided to keep quiet. The bathroom door opened and the sexy silhouette of her body was briefly visible with the light behind her until she turned it off and I could hear her as she felt her way back to our bed. There was a thud followed by a whispered "fuck" and I couldn't stop myself from having a little laugh at her, it was the second time in a row she'd stubbed her toe on the bed frame.
"Just leave me to struggle in the dark Vettel, don't worry if I fall over and break my neck or anything will you." She muttered tersely.
"Please don't, it could take ages before medical help gets here and I don't particularly want you airlifted to a hospital that's miles from here." I felt the bed move as she got back in and she quickly shuffled over to nestle herself against me.
"What's the time?"
"Liebe..." I sighed, she was determined to make me put a light on. I just wanted to sleep.
"Please." I felt her kiss and then stroke her hand down my chest, I could never deny this woman anything when she did little things like this. Remembering that my phone was on the nightstand I stuck my arm out and felt around for it until I found it and lifted it, making the screen come to life.
"Eight-thirty." I put the phone back down.
"Really? And it's still pitch black."
"Sunrise isn't until after nine-thirty. Go back to sleep."
"I'm awake now, I won't be able to fall asleep again." She whined while pressing herself against me. "And I'm bored." She added. I rolled my eyes, glad that she couldn't see my face. "Entertain me."
"You want me to entertain you?" I started to smile as her hand trailed downwards, I knew exactly what she was after.
"You're so good at it." She purred, her voice had an instant effect on me, as did her hand. "And as Antti isn't here...."
"What's Antti got to do with things?" I cut in, how the hell had he cropped up in conversation.
"As he isn't here to train you and keep you in shape, then it's up to me to do it."
"I wondered where you were going with that for a second."
"Well wonder no more." She got up onto her knees and started to kiss her way down my body, under the duvet. I smiled as I heard her gasp when she reached my cock. Yeah, I'm already rock hard for you, that's the effect you have on me Mrs Vettel - all the damn time. My smile got bigger as I felt her lips slide down and her warm mouth take me, then it was my turn to gasp as I felt my cock hit the back of her throat.
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After starting the day with two mind blowing orgasms, I emerge from the bathroom after taking a long, hot shower, dressed in black sweatpants and a long sleeved black t-shirt. The bedroom is lit brightly by the sun shining through the window and also onto the pure white snow outside. I let out a contented sigh, so relieved that the long formula one season is finally over and that I'm now here, cosied up in my lodge in Norway for a week with my wife. It's just me and her, or least it should be; I hear a man's voice and stop for a moment, frowning, there should be noone else here but the two of us. Then I hear Chloe's voice, she sounds worried, panicked even. I open the bedroom door to see who our uninvited guest is and step into the lounge. There he is, standing in front of her, close to her, holding a white piece of cloth in his hands.
"You couldn't even give me that one night! You seriously think I was going to stop at dragging your name through the mud, you really think I was satisfied at revealing you to be the gold digging slut you've always been? And do you really think I'd let things lie after what Sebastian did? This isn't over yet Chloe, far from it!" He raises his hand, her eyes are fixed on the cloth he holds on to. I know straightaway it'll have been contaminated with chloroform. My protective instinct kicks in and immediately I go to cross the room to get to her but feel a hand on my shoulder, and a gun press to the back of my head. I instantly stop still and my whole body freezes. Chloe turns her head to look at me, her hair is still wet from her earlier shower, her body cocooned in the fluffy white bathrobe she has on. She looks terrified. "Ah good morning Sebastian." Stephen turns to look at me. "I'm just here to collect what I'm owed."
"Don't you dare lay one fucking finger on her!" All I can think of is protecting my wife as I make a bolt towards Stephen, knocking the older man to the ground and we start to tussle and grapple with each other, rolling one way on the floor and then the other. I obviously didn't beat the shit out of this bastard enough the first time, I'm more than ready to give him a second helping. In my peripheral vision there's a flurry of white, then a loud bang that is unmistakably a gun shot. It causes both of us to stop, get up from the floor and look. The room has fallen deathly silent and I freeze, my ears ringing from the blast of the gunshot, only able to watch on in horror as Chloe's white bathrobe is splattered with vibrant red. The colour drains from her face, her green eyes are wide open and her mouth hangs open in shock.
"Olen niin pahoillani." (I am so sorry.) A pained voice makes me turn my head and I am shocked to be met with a pair of familiar eyes looking at us, the guilt on their face is quickly replaced by terror as they slip down the wall to the floor. Somehow, Chloe now has the gun and it falls from her shaking hand to the wooden floor with a loud clatter, she's standing still but swaying slightly, a look of complete horror etched across her beautiful face.
"No. Fuck no!" She whimpers. "I didn't mean to...."
"I know, I know. You need to keep calm and call for help." I point to her mobile phone, but she's frozen, immobile.
"It just went off." She whimpers again, starting to sound hysterical.
"Ah Mrs Vettel, marriage wrecker and murderer." Stephen strikes from behind me, I see a glimpse of the white cloth. If he can't smother my wife with it, then he's ready to go for me. I can't let this happen, if I go down then it just leaves her, alone with him. With a sharp jab, I elbow Stephen in his stomach, winding him before spinning round and landing a punch to his jaw. The crack it makes is sickening but enough to send him to the floor, taking me with him as he grabs at my legs. Again we tussle on the floor and I'm fighting to keep that piece of white cloth away from my face while aware of the panicked whimpers coming from Chloe.
"Genug!" (Enough!) Another man's voice shouts. "Let Sebastian go!" I can feel the icy chill of the outside coming in through the open door and all can I hear is mine and Stephen's heavy breathing and the panicked shallow breaths of my wife as we all look to see Michael standing there, towering above us. I see Chloe slowly stoop and pick up the gun that she'd fired. Why? Isn't Michael here to help?
"This is all your fault." She whispers, slowly raising herself back up. "It was always you, it all goes back to you." I can barely believe what I'm hearing or seeing as she raises the gun and points it in Michael's direction. Suddenly fixated with what's going on, Stephen releases me and we both get to our feet.
"No, liebe he's here to help." Fuck, if she pulls the trigger and kills him then I know she'll never forgive herself and it'll haunt her forever.
"Get yourself outside Chloe." Michael goes eerily calm and takes a step closer to her.
"Don't!" She sobs the word out as her emotions take over. I don't know what's worse for Michael, her nerves or her emotions?
"Chloe, liebe, listen to me." I wave (Wave? What the fuck am I doing? How stupid must I look!) to get her attention. "Do as he asks."
"Hey, come on. It's me, you don't want to hurt me, do you." Michael takes another step closer. "I need you to drop the gun and wait outside. Can you do that for me?"
"I've shot someone." She whimpers. "I can't go to jail....." She looks from Michael to Stephen, her eyes darting from one to the other repeatedly. I actually have no idea on what she's going to do next. "And you...." She growls and swiftly points the gun at Stephen. "....you'd leave me to rot in there without a second thought." Her finger tightens and then twitches on the trigger, I hold my breath. Michael's presence has flicked a switch in her brain, she's volatile and unpredictable and I've no idea why. Does she still love him?
"With pleasure and I'd even come to visit you." Stephen retorts in an effort to goad her, I see her eyes darken and her mouth set into a hard line. She's going to do it.
"No you don't." Michael moves, he's standing right in front of her, without hesitation he places his hand on hers and lowers the gun down. An awful tension hangs in the air as they look at each other, I get the feeling that this isn't over yet. Yanking her hand free from his, she steps back, raises the gun and screws her eyes shut tightly....
"Chloe no!" I shout as loud as I can and go to lunge forward as she pulls the trigger. I can't stop her in time, it all feels like it happens in slow motion as the gun fires. She screams, drops the gun and flees from the room, running out of the lodge in sheer panic. I look back at Michael and blink, hardly able to believe my eyes. He's uninjured and starts tending to the person my wife shot only a short time ago, he's losing a lot of blood from the wound in his side. We've all fallen silent, as I look to see the damage on the wall from Chloe firing the gun, I can hear her fraught cries to someone for help. Who the hells outside? Stephen is standing close by, looking completely stunned, so it's not him. Who else could possibly turn up now? There's another loud bang, this one is different but still a gunshot. A feeling of dread fills my stomach and fear grips my throat, she's out there on her own with who? Someone here to help Michael? An accomplice of Stephen's? I run to the door and bolt outside into the snow with bare feet, no sooner have I got out there, I stop suddenly. She's there, laying on the ground, her white robe almost camouflaging her into the deep snow, only her still wet, long auburn hair stands out against the brilliant white. Just a few meters beyond her, Corinna throws a rifle into the back of a pick-up, she looks at us with a hateful but satisfied smirk on her face and all I can do is watch helplessly as she gets in and drives away. I'm too shocked to move, that is until I hear a faint moan come from Chloe. She's hurt and I know it'll be bad. I know she's been shot. In a state of panic, I cry out her name and then scream out for help as I run to her.
"Seb, the baby." She whispers as I reach her side. I'm knocked sideways by her words. Baby? Holy shit! She's pregnant?! How long has she known? Was she waiting until we were here, in Norway, to tell me? Oh my beautiful girl, we got there! You did it! I'm so fucking proud of you! I drop to my knees at her side, she's struggling to keep her eyes open, at first she looks terrified, then she looks resigned and a couple of tears roll back into her hair. Her white robe is turning scarlet as I lift her limp body to cradle her against me, everything seems to have gone deathly quiet and all I can hear is her gasping breaths. I place my hand on her stomach and her warm blood wets my fingers. I look back at her beautiful face, the colour has drained from her skin, she looks nearly as white as the snow she was laying in and I press my lips to her forehead and keep them there.
"Please don't leave me." I whisper quietly as I clutch on to her tighter. "I promise everything will be ok." I hear footsteps coming behind me, and Michael groaning in shock as he sees me on the ground with my wife in my arms.
"I never wanted this." I hear Stephen, he's clearly emotional.
"Did you see who shot her?" Michael asks as he joins me on the ground.
"I've called for an ambulance, as soon as we heard the shot." Stephen adds.
"Help is coming liebe, you'll be ok, everything will ok." Ignoring what's being said to me, I'm trying hard not to shake and shiver or break down as I stroke her face over and over, I'm terrified to move her in case I do any damage and make her injuries worse. "Please stay strong for me and our baby." The last word catches in my throat and hot tears blur her face. Dread rises unwelcome and consuming in my chest as I suddenly start to think that I can't hear her breathing. "No! No please! You have to fight! You can't leave me! Not like this!" Michael crouches down beside us and places his fingers on her neck.
"There's still a pulse. She's still breathing, she's still very much alive, try not to panic." He grasps my shoulder and nods his head in encouragement.
"Oh thank fuck!" My emotions get the better of me, I can't contain it anymore and I hold her tighter still as I start to cry.
"Help is on the way, keep talking to her." Michael takes his coat off and lays it over her, I nod mutely in response and begin to talk.
"Come on, we've got this." I choke the words out. I hear her softly start saying my name, telling me she loves me over and over and I know she's trying to make me feel better. I love her even more, she's the one who's been shot yet she's trying to comfort me! I nuzzle against her, inhaling her scent and kiss her forehead over and over. I'm trying to fill all of my senses with her, committing every last tiny detail to memory in case.....Please liebe, I'm begging you, I love you, I need you! I'm not ready to let go! I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO! She feels cold, hearing her words does little to ease my crippling fear. "My beautiful girl, we're going to have a baby, I'm so fucking proud of you. You can do this! You're a Vettel, you don't give up! You hear me? Please! I can't live without you!"