Nico watches you fight your way up to Q3 for Force India (Racing Point to Aston Martin). Nico himself was eliminated in Q2 and stood in the garage while you — the first woman in the F1 — were setting times on the Suzuka Circuit.
"Steady, darling," Nico mumbles as he bites his thumbnail. You had set your lap and returned to the garage where you would wait until the last minute to go out again.

FORCE INDIA AMONG THE TOP FIVE

Nico cheers loudly along the team as you finish as fifth in the last qualification.
You cheer loudly over your radio but fall silent as you hear your boyfriend over the radio. "I'm so proud of you baby!" "Thank you so much, sweetie. Love you!" You wave to your team's fans as you drive to the pit lane.

You were greeted by the great Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, Felipe Massa, and Nico Rosberg. "Thank you guys. You were amazing as well."
Nico walks to the pit lane where he sees you taking off your helmet. Your shake your head as it feels free after an hour sweating. Nico watches your hair falling down on your shoulder and admires you.
You notice him looking and walk up to him — smirking. "Staring, are we?" you question. "Can't I admire my girlfriend who just beat me?" Nico questions — acting like he's hurt. You giggle as you tiptoe to kiss him.

You and Nico were an extraordinary couple, because you were both racing for the same team. Vijay Mallya (team principal Force India) needed quite some time to approve their relationship.
"If something is wrong between the two of you and it is affecting the team ... one of you will lose their seat at the team, or both!" he had warned. You and Nico obviously promised it would not affect the team.
And here they are, Mr Hulkenberg with futurist Mrs Hulkenberg.

RACE DAY SUZUKA 2014

"Good luck, Y/N." You turn around to see Jules Bianchi and smile — "you too, Jules!" You hug the man before making your way to the paddock.
     "May the best win," he called. "That'll be me, Bianchi!" you reply — earning a hearty laugh from the Frenchman. "In your dreams, Mrs Hulkenberg."
     Jules Bianchi is your childhood best friend and he introduced you to the F1 world. The first time he showed you the cars, you fell in love with the cars. If Jules hadn't introduced you to the world, you wouldn't have met the love of your life.

You pass the ball to Nico who lets it land on his chest before passing back. It was your way of warming up before wrapping up with your engineer.
"The forecast rain, so the moment it rains, we will box and switch to the wets," he explains. You nod as you surveys the movements of his hands — roaming over the paper. "I will do my best," you ensure. He nods and smiles warmly — "I know, you always do and I know you can do it. You're starting third row!"

You walk to your car with your helmet on. You notice Nico standing near his car and you greet him in military way. He returns the gesture as he puts on his gloves.
You step inside of your brilliant Formula One car and put your gloves on. One of the mechanics gave you the steering wheel and wished you good luck. "Let's do this!" you call.

You position yourself on the fifth grid place, just before Bianchi, for the formation lap. Rosberg led the warm up lap and drove a lap Suzuka to warm up the tyres.

You took a deep breath as you felt the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
     One red light.
Your eyes were fixed on that one light while your hands were squeezed the steering wheel.
     Two red lights.
Concentrate, you got this, you think. It seems like the time has slowed down as the third red lights burns up.
     Three red lights.
     Four red lights.
Here we go, you mumble as you tightly squeeze your steering wheel.
     Five red lights.

IT IS LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Twenty cars accelerate to their speed as the Grand Prix of Japan 2014 has started.
You defended your postion against Bianchi as you tried to get to Vettel. You were great friended with the drivers but as soon as the helmets are on; no friendship exist.

"Box box box," your race engineer communicates through the radio, "switch to wets." "OK." They were a quarter into the race.
You separate yourself from the others but you see someone on your tail. It didn't come to your mind to see Jules Bianchi behind you.
The pitstop endured two seconds and you drove away. It cost you two à three grid places, but no one else had pitted.

As when you drove out of the pit lane, you heard over the radio that it began to rain. "It's raining, I confirm, it's raining." "OK."
     You drove as best as you can while the weather worsened. "It is hard to drive," you said over the radio. "Confirmed. You can do this."

You growl when you see Bianchi passing you and you use the slipstream to get back to him. "Virtual safety car," your engineer comments.
     You were ahead of Bianchi but you noticed him acting strange. He lost control over his car and slipped away. He spins right into you — sending you with him to the walls. Your car hit the machine — which was removing the crashed car — and Bianchi crashed into your car.

"Y/N and Bianchi crashed heavily!" "Where?!" Nico's voice was filled with sudden panic. "Dunlop."
     Nico drove to the corner and set his car aside to jump out. He sprinted to your car where you didn't move. He gently grabs your helmet and lifts the visor. His heart dropped when you had your eyes closed.
     Nico ran to Bianchi's car where he was in the same state as you.

The next few minutes went too fast for the German. Sirenes weren't far away and the medical brothers pushed the driver away.
     "Let me go with her." His voice trembles as he sees your state. They look at each other and nod. Nico hopped into the car and they sped away.

RACE HAS BEEN ENDED DUE A HEAVY COLLISION BETWEEN L/N (24) AND BIA (17)

Nico thought about how Vijay Mallya might react how he put his car aside, but this wasn't because it was his future wife. No, two people were in danger and he needed to help.
And if he would lose his seat because of it? Then so be it. He would sacrifice his seat to be with his lovely wife. My future wife is unconscious.
The situation had sunk into the German's mind and the tears fell down. His hands are in his hair, not knowing what he would do if you didn't make it.

As Bianchi went under surgeon, you were getting a check to see if there was any critical damage. You were unconscious when Nico was waiting for you in the room. The doctor had ensured him you would wake up.
     But you didn't.

Nico visited you every day of every month — seeing you asleep every time he walked into the room. "You'll be fine, I promise," Nico cries.
     "This is all my fault," he said two weeks later, "it is my fault you are here." But he couldn't have done a single thing to prevent this collision.
     "Please, Y/N. Wake up," he said a month later, "I ... I don't know what to do if you are gone."

"Don't give up on me," he whispers as he kisses you, "cuz I'm not giving up on you."
     Even though you were in a coma, Nico was still a F1 driver. Your seat was taken by Sergio Perez the time you were gone. The German struggled a lot and tried his best to focus on the races.

After three months, you started to show signs of life. You squeezed Nico's hand softly, twitching eye lids etc.
One day, it was the day. The day you woke up. The hospital contacted Nico and he rushed to the hospital. He held your hands when he saw movement on your face.

Y/N L/N HAS WOKEN UP FROM HER COMA WHILE JULES BIANCHI HASN'T

Nico couldn't be happier when he saw those pretty eyes of yours. "You woke up," he breathes and kisses you all over your face, "I thought you never woke up."
"I did hear you speak," you comment, "and I didn't give up on you." Your words made the German emotional and he hugged you. He hid his face in the crook of your neck. You held him tight as you felt hot tears on your skin. ''I'm back and I'll never leave you again.''
"I love you so so so much." "I love you too, future husband."

SIX MONTHS HAVE PASSED

You made progress in those six months and you visited Jules every day since when you were allowed to. You spoke to him every day.
You had updated him about his godson, Charles Leclerc. He had showed a picture of him when Charles was just born and how Jules became his godfather.

He had scared the crap out of you when he opened his eyes and cracked a sound from his raw voice. "Jules!" you gasp as you see him awake. Jules tries his best to smile but he feels so weak.
"Y/N," he cracks, "look after him. Look after Charles, please. He will not understand. Not yet." "Of course, Jules." Your voice was small as you held his hand. You notice that he might fall back any minute. "Please don't go, Jules," you beg as the tears roll down your cheeks.
His head moved into your direction and smiled — "I have to. Let Charles know about me." "Of course. Of course," you say.

Jules turns his head back and his breathing stops. Another wave of tears escape your eyes as you rose onto your feet. You kiss him on his forehead — "goodbye, Jules Bianchi."
     New spread fast and everyone mourned over the death of Jules Bianchi.

FIVE YEARS LATER

You had recovered fully and married the love of your life. You were officially Mrs Hulkenberg. Nico was still racing, so you were still involved in the sports.
You had been watching Jules' godson, Charles Leclerc, from afar. He had made his godfather's dream come true, Charles was racing for Scuderia Ferrari.

You decided it's time to approach the young driver. You talked with Nico about it and he agreed with you as well. You felt incredibly nervous but Nico was there to ease that nerve.
"Charles Leclerc?" you ask as you enter the Ferrari paddock. "That is me," the Monégasque answers as he shows himself. You watch the young with a small smile.
"I'm Y/N Hulkenberg," you introduce. Charles was silent for a minute as it began to click inside his head. "A-are you number 24?" His voice trembles and cracks. You purse your lips as you nod — "I am."

"Y-you collided with ..." he wasn't able to finish his sentence as you slowly approached him to comfort him. "I knew Jules very well, he was my childhood friend." You observed the shocked expression on the face of the young Monégasque.
"He asked me to look after you. To tell you about him," you say. Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as it still stings to think about the loss of your best friend. That's how you began to tell Charles Leclerc about his godfather Jules Bianchi.

"Thank you, Y/N. For everything, for telling me about my godfather, for looking after me. I ... I just wanted to thank you." Charles wraps his arms around you as you return the gesture.
You look up in the sky, knowing Jules would be smiling down at you. His best friend reunited with his godson.