LOVER -
act one chapter twenty-two.

WAKING UP THE NEXT MORNING, was pure bliss. Charles and Iris felt as though they were in their own little bubble.

The monégasque having woken up first and had simply been watching the sunrise, in hopes to pass time. A warm mug of coffee in his hand. He was most definitely not going to drink out of the mini fridge, not wanting to pay the bill that comes with it.

Charles hadn't had the perfect sleep. He'd waited till Iris had eventually done so. (Charles had previously undermined how long that would actually take)

Iris was a horrible sleeper. At sleepovers she would be made to sleep on the floor so the other could actually sleep, Mick had even made her sleep in the guest room on multiple occasions. She never really knew the real reason, but it did explain why she was awfully tired all the time.

However, after at least two hours of tossing and turning she had fallen asleep. Her hand resting on-top Charles' stomach - on accident. He hadn't even realized till he had woken up and had to find some way to move her hand without waking her up. Making the assumption that if she found it difficult to fall asleep, she can't stay asleep easily.

He almost hadn't wanted to move her hand after feeling the loss of warmth on a section of his stomach. Frankly, he wanted to get back in the bed and fall back asleep. And possibly cuddle her, but due to jumping straight in bed last night Charles wasn't sure if there was to be boundaries between the pair, or maybe even a pillow wall that hadn't been put up.

Charles' soul almost left his body when he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder. Feeling any tension in his body that had built up slowly disappear, "Good morning." Iris croaked, sounding less awake then Charles was at the hour.

"Good morning." Charles replied, fiddling with the ring on her middle finger. "Did you sleep well, I noticed you tossing and turning." He voiced his concern, ready to let her go back to sleep if necessary.

"Sorry," She apologized immediately, knowing she can be quite tough to sleep with. "I hope I didn't keep you awake."

Charles, of course, was not going to make her feel bad. "You didn't, this bed is very comfortable." Charles told her, partially telling the truth.

Iris furrowed her eyebrows, the bed wasn't that comfortable. Truthfully, she would compare it to sleeping on a rock. But maybe Charles was one of those people who preferred more solid mattresses. "Whatever floats your boat." Iris commented before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Realizing she couldn't do so because this was not her room, so she had to use her finger.

Charles stood in the doorway trying to hide his laughter after noticing a spare toothbrush on the side.

Iris looked at him confused before looking closer at the bathroom sink, before looking at him with a death stare. "Shut up, Leclerc."

Charles held his hands up in defense, "I didn't say anything!"

"Well don't say anything." Iris smiled, kissing him on the cheek before throwing herself onto the bed. "Well, what is the plan for today?"

"We fly home tonight. And we just rest in Monaco. Maybe admire my trophy. And visit Maranello to receive feedback and debrief what to do for the Italian GP." Charles laid out his plans for the next week and a half. Most importantly looking forward to spending time alone with Iris and just creating memories.

"You mean you'll go to debriefs and meetings and train." Iris clarified before continuing. "Because if you think I'm going on a run, you have another thing coming."

"Oh come on!" Charles displayed a fake frown, "It will be fun don't you think! I can show you parts of Monaco you've probably never seen before." Charles sold her a solid point. Even after living there for half her life there was undoubtedly parts Iris hadn't been to because she'd rather stay in her comfort zones and the parts in which she knew like the back of her hand. "And! We can swim and go on a boat!"

"What if I get seasick." Iris countered.

Charles narrowed his eyes, "Well, just be sick in a bag?"

"Wow. You're real caring." Iris shook her head, "I thought you were better than that Leclerc."

"My name is Charles you know." He reminded her with a smile. "Don't be afraid to say it!"

"It. There I said it!" Iris joked, laughing until she saw the glare she was receiving from Charles. "What! That was funny you can't even deny that."

"Yeah okay." Charles replied, "Hey Iris, look under there." He pointed off into the far corner of the room, making Iris frown.

"Under where?" She said before turning to look at Charles very disappointed with his joke. "That was worse than mine."

"Take that back."

"Nope."

"Take it back." Charles pointed at her, threateningly and raising an eyebrow.

"You look so stupid." Iris laughed, covering her mouth as she did so.

Charles stood up from the bed and began tickling at her sides, crawling onto the bed and hovering over her as her laughter filled the room.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" She exclaimed through her laughter.

"Not until you admit my joke was better!"

"But it wasn't!" She argued. "Fine! Fine!" She changed her tone when she realized Charles wasn't going to give up on this. "You're joke was just slightly better than mine."

"How much better?" Charles asked.

Iris put her index finger and thumb marginally close together that Charles could barely see it, but nonetheless he gave up on tickling her. "My joke was a close second."

When Charles' phone rung, he got up and walked away from Iris.

"My joke was so much better."

irisblanche via instagram stories:

charles_leclerc via close friends:

view replies.

arthurcornstar:
hope mick can see this
so he beats you up

charles_leclerc:
are you stupid
i removed him

arthurcornstar:
are you sure

charles_leclerc:
yes
stop making me doubt myself

sebsprivateaccount:
Love it!

charles_leclerc:
thanks seb!

sebsprivateaccount:
Don't tell anyone
I have this app
I want to surprise them!

charles_leclerc:
sure seb!
glad i could be apart of it!

seb and his children:

CHILD #1:
seb
have you heard from iris
after last time
i don't trust her
not to get drunk
and end up on leclerc's sofa

SEB:
Mick, I mean it when I say
stop worrying.
I saw her get into her hotel last night.
Her phone probably died, and
she probably didn't even buy
a different adapter

CHILD #1:
tbh
i did forget one
jody had to go buy me one

SEB:
Mick Schumacher!
Do not exhaust a pregnant woman!
Get off your lazy bum and get it yourself!
You were raised better than that

CHILD #1:
i was driving in fp2??!!?!

SEB:
And you could've gone afterwards.

CHILD #2:
HA
sucks2beumick

CHILD #1:
huh
learn to spell

CHILD #2:
sorry
i almost missed my luggage

CHILD #1:
you flew home today?

CHILD #2:
technically
i started flying last night
and just landed
i literally posted on my story

CHILD #1:
you removed me
from your instagram
followings

SEB:
Understandable.

CHILD #1:
you don't even have instagram

SEB:
Not yet.

CHILD #1:
HUH
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

CHILD #2:
GET BACK HERE
SEBASTIAN VETTEL

AUTHORS NOTE:
i was productive today
i wrote this chapter and started revision for school because i don't know anything 😋

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