It has been a few races since the one in Imola and I finally have some meaningful time off. I am glad as there were a lot of repairs that needed to be done after Spain. Half of them I didn't even know about till Mick and his lead engineer pointed them out. It took ages but with some help from Yuri's team, we were able to get everything done. I still wonder how Yuri was able to take time out of his schedule to help me as he had repairs to do himself. Not that it matters as I am glad that he found time to help me. Right now I am dealing with an interesting problem. I am helping my mum with some cooking. She has decided that she is going to organise a small family dinner. By small, I just mean with me, her and my dad. The only problem that I have with that is the fact that I am not a great cook. That and I have a nagging feeling about Mick at the back of my mind. I really believe that he has feelings for me but I can't be sure. Unless he confesses.

"Morgan, bitte mach kein Chaos (Morgan please don't make a mess)," My mum reprimands me as I make a small mess.

"Mama, ich bin Mechaniker, kein Koch. Außerdem habe ich etwas im Kopf (Mum, I'm a mechanic, not a cook. Besides I have something on my mind)," I responded. My mum tilts her head with curiosity.

"Was ist los (What's wrong)?" My mum tentatively asks. Well, I might as well tell her about my feelings for Mick. Yes, I admit it. In the four months that I have gotten to know Mick. I have fallen for him. Hard. There is just something about him that I can't place my finger on. Honestly, I am just going to wait until he confesses.

"Nichts ist falsch. Ich glaube, ich habe jemanden getroffen, aber das Problem ist, dass er ein Kollege ist (Nothing's wrong. I think I've met someone but the problem is he is a co-worker)," I explain. The thing is I don't want to tell her that Mick is the co-worker. Unless she asks. 

"Das sollte kein Problem sein. Wer ist der Glückliche (That shouldn't be a problem. Who is the lucky man)?" My mum asks as she gets the last little bit of food preparation done.

"Mick Schumacher und das Problem ist, dass ich sein leitender Mechaniker bin (Mick Schumacher and the problem is I am his lead mechanic)," I say. The truth is my job will be compromised if my feelings for Mick get in the way. I don't want that to happen. I know what the impact is of something going wrong. My phone rings, ending the conversation. I check the caller ID. Speaking of the devil.

"Sorry I have to get this," I excuse myself before answering.

"Hello, Mick, what can I do for you?" I ask.

"I was thinking that we could head to Monaco early and make a bit of a holiday out of it. Plus I have something that I want to tell you," Mick suggests, setting my heart racing. Well, it sounds like I might be confessing sooner than I thought. Not that it matters as I am sure that my feelings for Mick are real. It doesn't take long for us to organise a rendezvous at Nice airport.

"So what do you think about the plan?" Mick double checks everything.

"It sounds good. I'll see you then," I say before hanging up. A sigh falls from my mouth. I am relieved that we have something for Monaco organised. Yup, my heart is still racing. I notice that my mum is looking at me with even more intense curiosity.

"Also, wer war das (So, who was that)?" My mum asks. I can feel my cheeks go red at the question.

"Mick. Er fragte sich, ob wir einige Zeit zusammen in Monaco verbringen könnten, und ich sagte ja (Mick. He was wondering if we could spend some time together in Monaco and I said yes)," I say. After a twenty-minute conversation, the food is finally ready. We were soon joined by my father.

"Wie hat die Arbeit Sie behandelt (How has work been treating you)?" My dad asks as he helps get the table ready.

"Stressig, aber ich möchte lieber nicht über die Arbeit sprechen. Es gibt sowieso nicht viel zu sagen (Stressful but I'd rather not talk about work. There is not much to say anyway)," I responded. The truth is luck has not been on our side. What makes it worse is the fact that I can't speak to my Grandpa about the issues plaguing the team. I just need to utilise this time to relax anyway. It has been a couple of days since then and the time has come to meet Mick at the airport. Right now I am struggling to find Mick as there are too many people. After a minute of looking, I spotted a familiar tuft of blond hair.

"Over here Mick," I called out to him. As soon as I do we make eye contact. After a brief tussle with the crowd, we joined each other.

"How was the flight?" Mick asks as he offers to take my duffle bag from me.

"It felt long but it was good," I responded. To be honest what made it long was the fact that I was thinking about what Mick wanted to tell me and if it had anything to do with whether or not he had feelings for me. God, I feel immature for thinking about it. Thankfully it doesn't take us long to reach the hire car. With everything sorted we begin the hour-long car ride to Monaco. For some reason there is an awkward silence between Mick and I. Ok. Now is the perfect time for me to mention something about my feelings towards Mick. I just hope that I can do it like the conversation I had with my mother.

"Mick, is it ok if I ask you a personal question?" I get to work on getting an answer. The reason why I asked was I don't want to catch him off guard otherwise I will end up making the situation worse than it already is.

"You can ask but whether or not I answer is another story," Mick replies. Ok, that was not the answer I was expecting. At least it was the answer I wanted. Ok here goes.

"Ok well, I was wondering if you umm...had feelings for me," I ask. Damn this is awkward. In fact, I can feel it ooze from both of us. It is clear to me that he was going to do this once we arrived in Monaco. Well, there is no backing out now.

"Mick?"

"I think so," He timidly responds. For some reason, I feel even more guilty for asking. It seems that neither of us are really good at sharing our emotions. With that, I release an awkward giggle.

"Sorry for making it awkward in the car. I just had to find out. Plus my mum told me that I should follow my heart," I explained. Mick seems to nod along. I wonder if Mick had a similar conversation with his mother. To be honest I am glad that I took the chance, to be honest with Mick. There is no point in hiding the truth. Normally I try to keep my emotions in check if I didn't I would have left my job but this time I needed to be honest with myself.

"It's all good. I'm just glad that you asked about it because I have been waiting for the right time to tell you," Mick responds. I am a little surprised because I was not expecting him to be straight up honest with me. I put it down to the fact that I was expecting him to be cagey about his feelings after all there are people that would fake it just to be with someone with a famous last name. I can assure you that it doesn't matter as I already have a famous last name.