[ one shot ]
[requested by @Blackmartini83 , thank you so much for your idea!]
You are Jules Bianchi and Camille Marchetti's daughter, and when the crash in Japan happened, you were only two months old.
The Leclerc family is now looking after you and has taken you into their family, Charles being the main caretaker, as you are his goddaughter.

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Loud cries filled one of the rooms of the appartement and both Charles and Charlotte shot up. It was around 3am and it was pitch black outside. The cries were mixed with coughs that started to sound worse with every cough.

The young couple looked at each other. Though it was dark in their room, their eyes found each other to find the exact same emotion showing, fear and concern.

They both knew what was going on, as it had been going on for more than a week now. You were terribly ill, and they had hoped it would be just a small fever that would last for a couple of days. But this was the fourth night in a row that they had woken up from you coughing in the middle of the night.

Charles ran his hands over his face to his hair and sighed. He felt so bad for you. He didn't want you to suffer like this and him being unable to help at all. You were his absolute everything.

After Jules's death, his girlfriend went mad and wasn't able to take care of you anymore. She was both mentally and physically doing bad, and her seeing you reminded her too much of her death lover.

As Charles was your godfather, just like Jules had been his, he was determined to take care of you and take you into the Leclerc family.

It had all gone so naturally. You had laid in the arms of Pascale as a two month old baby, as Camille was having full on panic attacks and was taken into the hospital. Jules's own family sadly wasn't in the country at the time, so the only family you could have were the Leclercs, and they welcomed you with open arms.

For years you switched between living with Pascale and Hervé to Lorenzo to Charles whenever he could. But since a year and a half, Charles had been able to take you in to live in his apartment, apart from his race weekends.

He had seen you grow up. He remembered your first word being his name, to your first race to ever attend. It had been his first race for Ferrari, which had been your father's team too. It had meant the world to him. You grew so fast, and every day he loved you more and more.

He had promised you that he would do anything for you so that you could live a safe and happy life. He would never let you get into motorsports, he never wanted you to take the risks like Jules and he did. He just wanted you to be safe, happy and healthy.

So seeing you like this broke his heart into a million pieces.

Charlotte pecked him on the cheek and softly pushed him back onto the bed.

"I will go check on her. You go to sleep, race week is ahead so you need all the rest you can get." she whispered. And even though he protested a little, she knew that he was thankful for her going to you.

Charlotte walked over to your room and found you curled up in your bed. She kneeled down beside your bed and softly rubbed your temple with her finger.

"Hey, ma petite fleur." she said quietly, drawing your attention to her. You forced a weak smile on your face, but your whole body was hurting. You were too tired to say something. Your illness has been draining all of the energy out of your body.

You always were the happy kid, lighting up every room you walked in. You just had this ambience around you that made everyone smile. But these days you haven't had that sparkling joy inside of you, and it concerned everybody who knew you.

"I'm just going to get you some cough drops, okay chérie?"

You nodded softly in reply, Charlotte getting up to get the glass bottle with the bittersweet liquid you had been drinking the last couple of days. It was supposed to help relieve your cough and make your throat hurt less, but it didn't seem to work at all.

Charlotte gave you the little shot glass that came with the bottle. It was filled to the 10ml line, so it was a big gulp for you, but you swallowed the syrup for her.

The disgust was so clearly visible on your face that it even made Charlotte chuckle a little.

You had grown a lot on her in the time Charles and her were together. She knew you meant a lot to him as he was always talking about you and showing you off to everyone around you. It didn't matter that she was not genetically yours, or his, but she saw you as her own daughter. She loved you.

She petted your head after you laid back down and said: "Allez, try to get some sleep, little one. Tomorrow's a new day."

Her smile was weak, she couldn't hug you or give you a kiss on the forehead, afraid that your fever might be contagious and infect her and Charles too. She tucked your blanket in, but not too much so the heat of your body could still leave.

"Bien dormir, mon petit fleur." she said as she closed the bedroom door. She went to wash her hands before going back to Charles's and her bedroom.

Charlotte ran her hand through her hair and quietly got into the bed again, hoping that she wouldn't wake Charles. But deep down she knew that he wouldn't go to sleep until he had an update on you from his girlfriend.

And that was true, he turned around to the brunette to see a mixed emotion on her face. He scooted in closer to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"How is she? Has it gotten much worse since yesterday?" he asked, stroking his girlfriend's cheek in an attempt to calm down her emotions. He knew exactly how she felt, as he was feeling the same.

"I'm not letting her go to school tomorrow yet, and I am going to make all three of us another Covid testing appointment. We can't be too sure, she wasn't positive last week, but maybe it has developed and then we would have it too. You have the race this weekend, you are leaving in two days."

He was leaving in two days...

Baku was coming up and if he was positive on Covid, he wouldn't be able to compete. He didn't want to be sick, but suddenly it didn't feel too bad to be sick anymore if it meant that he could be with you through these times.

Charlotte saw him thinking and just knew which scenario was going through his head.

"You are racing this weekend, Charles. I know she is supposed to go to your mom this weekend, but I will stay with her if that makes you any more comfortable."

"But I want you to be at the race." he mumbled.

"No you want y/n to be better and be able to take her with us as well. But with the current situation we can't. So I will stay with her here in Monaco and watch you from the screens. It will be fine, and after the weekend y/n will be just like before, dancing around the kitchen to that one Dua Lipa song that is constantly on the radio."

They looked at each other before closing their eyes and falling asleep in each other's arms.

You were going to be alright and they knew it.